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The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist. But who said the devil was a he? In my world, she was out to cause havoc on all our lives. She'll use the one thing I care most about to control me - force me into her Elite world, filled with sin, deceit, and power. And under her spell, I'll lead a sinister brotherhood of seven at one of the most prestigious universities in New Orleans.

Anya Volkov was everything I wanted and nothing I could have. I was never supposed to love her. My future has been set in stone since birth, down to who I am expected to marry. With our inner circle now compromised from my bastard of an uncle, it looked like my future had arrived earlier than expected. Cristiano Vitucci walked away from me without a backwards glance, deciding power was more important than me. I accepted that and moved on. Now he was back, ready to take over for his sick father, and no longer someone else’s husband. He says he wants me back.

I can't stand Clinton Alvarez. My life was meticulously organized, painstakingly structured, and impeccably sanitary...until he rolled into town with his bad manners, his short temper, and his cocky smirk. Now, he's opened up his grungy barbershop right next door to my pristine cupcake shop, bringing along his clientele of sketchy, leather-loving motorcycle guys with broken noses. He's infuriating. Having him around brings out the worst in me. All of a sudden, I'm acting on impulse.

Dear Mr. Brisken: How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your smug, sexy millionaire face. I hate your cocky, skirt-chasing, playboy ways. I hate working as your secretary - but, I love the pay. It almost makes dealing with you worth it. I hate how my friends call you a BILF, when really BILK (Boss I'd Like to Kill) is more appropriate. I hate that I need you to be my date for my best friend's wedding because my ex-boyfriend, the King of Heartbreakers, and his new busty blonde girlfriend will be in attendance.

Callie asked if I was ready. And that's the question, isn't it? Ready for what? The spotlight? The music? Or ready for life. Ready to face the reality that what I was is going to attack the very fabric of who I am now. No one knows I'm a different person. Well, no one except the two most important people in my life, which is why there's a remote chance I might actually pull off the comeback I never saw coming.

Lucas already has one kid, and he's not trying for another one. He's not trying for anything except moving up the ladder at work. Until he slides into the back seat of a taxi and sees Rosie for the first time. Her luscious lips look perfectly kissable, and her fiery red hair would look much better splayed across his pillow. Judging by the way she's looking at him, she feels it too. After a traumatic attack that left Rosie in the hospital, she's cautious around men. But Lucas tears down her defenses with one smoldering look, and she knows she's in trouble.

Ryder Malloy. Selfish. Arrogant. Self-absorbed. Prick. An epitome of manliness. Six-foot-three, all hard, chiseled muscle. My brother's ex best friend, and my new client. Four years ago, he took my innocence and left - without a word. Today, he's the star quarterback who needs an image makeover, And I'm his publicist, who doesn't quite believe him. Task at hand: Swallow my hate for him and concentrate on the job at hand - making Ryder look like a real life knight in shining armor. Complications: I'm falling for him all over again.

What's a spelled, violin-wielding thief-for-hire to do when parts of a poem that lead to a map to unknown treasure falls into her lap? Follow it, of course. After being shot while retrieving the first piece of the map, Finley knows she's going to need some help with the next piece. On the road to figuring out where the second piece of the map is, a tip points her in the direction of three men. Obsidian, the hamrammr, Stolas, the hellhound, and Verkor, the unseelie fae. Finley gets a little more than she bargained for when they meet.

Most people would probably be embarrassed to land themselves back in their hometown and working at a pizzeria after an ugly divorce. Not me. It's home, and I have one last shot to make Wren Daniels see me as more than just her brother's best friend. When the opportunity to show her what's been right in front of her this whole time presents itself, I take it, holding nothing back this time. Wren thinks we're pretending, but there's nothing fake about the way I feel. After all, she's always had...a pizza my heart.

To the vampires who dominate each quadrant of the Lydian Dynasty, I'm only known as "Blackbird" - a masked vigilante who, at 19, is already public enemy number one. To what's left of humanity, I've been called a superhero, a title I neither welcome nor deserve. My only objective is to offer the enslaved what was stolen from us.... Freedom. However, a failed plan lands me in the last place I imagined, at the mercy of all four Dynasty princes - Julian, Levi, Roman, and Silas.

Self-obsessed. Arrogant. Jerk. I mean...what sensible man would have nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist in his own office? And what sensible girl can avoid all those naughty thoughts then? He's in his 40s - old enough to be my father. OMG...those green eyes that I want to drown myself into, that smooth voice when he orders me around, and don't even get me started on the muscles...and those hard abs I saw that day in his office...oooh lord! Have mercy! Because I am compelled to...call him daddy! He says, "Age brings in experience," and I am so ready to surrender my V-card.

A brief moment of victory is overshadowed by the resurgence of an old foe seeking Bryn's help. But sudden losses have shattered Bryn, and she must take solace in the men who haven't abandoned her. Her hope to start a new life with her remaining lovers is dashed when a dangerous supernatural drug makes its way to the streets. She can't begin again when the poison that ruined her life is left unchecked to destroy more families.

I'd finally gotten it: my fairytale ending. I was happy. After years of agony and heartbreak, I'd finally found the love my soul craved. But even happy endings don't last forever. Before I knew it, I was taken–ripped away from him. My heart shattered, and now, there's only a sliver of hope to hold on to: Grayson. He would come for me. He wouldn’t stop the hunt until I was back in his arms.

Rosalind Palmer was blessed with the perfect stage name. Or so she's been told. There are just a few problems with it: 1) Her family doesn't know she's a stripper. 2) She'd like to keep it that way. 3) She got over the nickname somewhere around seventh grade. Unfortunately - because she likes her job and she really likes her independence - her unexpected pregnancy means Rosalind's days on a pole are numbered. Even so, she's determined to make this co-parenting thing work.

For three years, ballet teacher Natalie Taggart has lived across the hall from grumpy, reclusive, sexy Greer Wilde. Save for a handful of hellos and the occasional heated glance, they never spoke to each other. Until the morning Greer lands on her doorstep, bleeding, beaten, and bullet-riddled. Greer doesn't need or want her help. He has only one goal: revenge. And nobody - not his brothers, and certainly not his too-hot-for-his-sanity next-door neighbor - is going to get in his way.

Lark Warren can never stay one person for too long, so when her past starts to catch up to her, she hops the first bus out of DC, steals a new name, and goes deep into hiding in New Orleans. Unfortunately, all it takes is the wrong set of eyes to blow her cover. Enter Vaughn - the man she once let get too close to her real self.

I met Adam Nova under the twinkling lights of a nighttime sky. He was hiding, but that gorgeous boy didn't belong in the dark. Nevertheless it was where he lived: a different world than mine. I was Livingston Montgomery, Southern debutante. With the world at my fingertips, I was well on my way to being another spoiled socialite. But I didn't want money. I didn't want social status. I wanted him: tattoos, sarcastic smirk, bad boy reputation and all. It didn't matter that he was from the wrong side of the tracks. It didn't matter that my family forbade me from seeing him.

Being taken in the middle of the night was just the rude awakening I needed to bring reality crashing back down. Trapped and unable to reach the princes or my team, hopelessness hunts me down like a pack of hellhounds. Making matters worse, I'm at the mercy of the one who's appeared in my nightmares since first laying eyes on him. Face-to-face for the second time, I'm reminded of our mutual hatred. Only, now that the blood bond has taken effect, is it still mutual? I get the sense that something's changed.

Amber Bay, Alaska, has it all. A cozy log cabin with a roaring fireplace? Check. A remote location where my family can't find me? Check. Three hot guys I can't stop thinking about? Also check. But the small off-grid town also has a mysterious undercurrent running through it. People are wary of strangers—even though they don't know I'm a witch-and mothers shoo their children away when I'm near. Something's not right here, and I intend to find out what it is.

All the pieces of the map are finally collected and assembled. Finley and her mates are hoping for a peaceful and eventful journey. Of course, that doesn't happen. Finley gets an unexpected surprise in the form of her mother and father, who are still alive. All they want is to follow the map and find the treasure, but that's hard to do when Finley's parents keep popping up at inopportune times. At least the angels are leaving them alone . . . right? Now comes one of the biggest decisions of their lives: to rule or not to rule. Do they take the crown or run?