I owe my life to a masked killer. He came for me, like an avenging angel of death sent to spare me from pain and humiliation yet teach me the price of salvation. I am bound to him by the blood he spilled for me, but he didn’t save me out of mercy. I don’t think he even knows the word. He wants submission. He wants me by his side. And he wants this city for his own.

I awoke in hell. I don’t know who I was before, or where I came from. If I ever knew anything but darkness and pain. What I am now is a machine. A weapon, whose every breath is controlled by the technology fused with my very DNA. Bound in eternal servitude.

The last thing I expected when I married at twenty-two was to remain a virgin at twenty-four. My husband didn’t want me; he married me out of obligation rather than love, and I thought nothing could hurt worse than that. But my solution, marriage counseling, was only the beginning. The first time I saw Shane, I knew I was boarding an express bus to hell because my husband never made me feel a flicker of that spark, and that was before we shook hands.

They say you can never go back… ‘Course, I never wanted to return. It took me years to age out. Once I made it, I took off and never turned around. Trust me, there were only three reasons I managed to survive there as long as I did and they abandoned me as soon as they were able. I’d like to say I didn’t blame them, but that would be a lie. I had zero desire to return. Yet here I was, on the road to Northland chasing a story cause my editor told me kids were disappearing… again.

I never thought being saved from pain, degradation and death could come at such a twisted price. He is nightmares made flesh, the living embodiment of everything I fear. Yet in my darkest hour, he is the one who comes for me. If he demands my submission in return, how can I deny him?

I hurt, break and kill for a living. The Family point, I deliver. But this time, they ask too much. This time, they want me to marry the one woman who knows my secret. She has reason to hate me, I know, but I'll take her, I'll break her, and I'll make her mine. That's the only way I can keep my secret.

From the moment I walked away from my old life and started a new one in the small town of Shadowvale, I learned there were three rules I should follow if I wanted to survive—One: don’t go outside at night alone. Two: don’t ask questions about the obviously haunted house at the far side of town. And three: don’t catch Hunter Reed’s attention. Me? I broke all three almost immediately. The Reeds own Shadowvale. They live in the haunted house, and everyone seems afraid of them

It doesn’t matter that Wes Beckham owns the company I work for or that he’s twenty years older than me or that there’s a strict “no fraternization policy” in place. She is convinced he wants me and that the office holiday party is the perfect place to let him know I’m interested. Because while he’s technically my older, very off-limits boss, he’s also gorgeous and charming and despite his grumpy nature, he seems to have a soft spot for me. So, I go for it. I take a risk for once and choose to be spontaneous and have one wild night with my boss.

I always believed I could analyze any situation until I found a solution. Solve any problem if I just applied my brain. I went to university, studied science, and told myself my academic cocoon would protect me from the alphas dominating our society. I was wrong. No textbook prepared me for my meeting with test subject 351. The biggest, scariest alpha on death row hauled into my lab to uncover how to control the beast of a man. But there is no controlling the feral alpha, and no logic strong enough to save my mind once he unleashes his fury on my body.

Pretending to date my handsome new housemate was already a bad idea, but then I discover he’s no ordinary guy—he’s a mobster in hiding. And in this story, he’s not the hero, but the wicked villain. Rowan Miller isn’t used to hearing the word “no.” I guess when you’re 6’5, gorgeously tattooed, and sculpted like a Michelangelo masterpiece, women tend to throw themselves at you. But in a small town like Darkwater Hollow, a reputation as a womanizer will catch up with you—and your business—eventually.

I was no one—until the auction. Four wealthy men. Four dates. And then I would just go back to my boring life with my cat and never see them again, right? Now that they’ve had a taste, they won’t let me disappear into my old life. They want me to be theirs. Benjamin, Alexander, MacKenna, and Colin—who also happens to be my brother’s best friend.

I’ve scored the ultimate Christmas nannying gig, and my plans include:(1) Hanging with adorable, four-year-old Bea (2) Ice-skating (3) Visiting Santa at Harrods. They do not include: (1) Falling for Miles, Bea’s grumpy, loaded and unreasonably gorgeous dad (2) Miles peeling my top off (and his own) when Bea vomits all over us (3) Accidentally telling him to ‘make better use of me' over champagne Christmas is not going to plan.

I'm wanted. On the lam, running from the law and my mistakes. The house tucked into the trees seems safe—an excellent place to hide out. Once inside, I find something unexpected. A nurse that can do more than heal my wounds. But the longer I'm awake, the more reality starts to blur, and I can't tell what's real and what's not anymore. Plagued by ill fantasies and temptation, I try to keep her safe from me. It works until the lines between us also begin to blur.

Widower Alexander Cartwright has one thing on his mind—his kids. He plans on keeping it that way until his mother hires a sassy, free-spirited nanny to watch them during the holidays. Art teacher Phoebe Love needs a job and to take a secret time out from her long-term, not always nice boyfriend. She plans to focus on the two boys and figure her situation out, but their father isn’t making that easy on her.

All I want for the holidays is the willpower to resist my brother’s sexy, charming, easy-on-the-eyes new business partner. Instead, I'm stuck planning all the holiday parties with the one guy who makes me want to break my dating diet. Who thought that was a good idea? Oh, me. Yep, brilliant, strategic me who raised her hand and said yes I’d love to hang mistletoe with that hot former sports star. (Note to self: Mistletoe leads to toe-curling, knee-weakening kisses.)

I owe my life to a masked killer. He came for me, like an avenging angel of death sent to spare me from pain and humiliation yet teach me the price of salvation. I am bound to him by the blood he spilled for me, but he didn’t save me out of mercy. I don’t think he even knows the word. He wants submission. He wants me by his side. And he wants this city for his own.

I never thought being saved from pain, degradation and death could come at such a twisted price. He is nightmares made flesh, the living embodiment of everything I fear. Yet in my darkest hour, he is the one who comes for me. If he demands my submission in return, how can I deny him?

On the run from the demon hell-bent on possessing her, Selma Lehmann finds herself in the hands of a far more dangerous enemy. Lord Protector Kain is ruthlessly handsome, brutally savage—and exactly the fate she’s feared since the day she learned what kind of creatures hunt her from the shadows. They call her a Breeder, and there’s only one thing a demon lord could want from her…but if she’s ever going to reclaim her freedom, she will have to trust the monster who swears to protect her from his own kind.

I always believed I could analyze any situation until I found a solution. Solve any problem if I just applied my brain. I went to university, studied science, and told myself my academic cocoon would protect me from the alphas dominating our society. I was wrong. No textbook prepared me for my meeting with test subject 351. The biggest, scariest alpha on death row hauled into my lab to uncover how to control the beast of a man. But there is no controlling the feral alpha, and no logic strong enough to save my mind once he unleashes his fury on my body.

I always thought the end of the world was a myth. But then, I also thought Norse gods were make-believe too. They're not. Five of them are coming for me. They claim I will only survive if I surrender to them, body and soul. But they don't realize it's about so much more than carnal servitude. I am so much more than they could ever suspect. So much more than even I knew. I am the only one who can stop Ragnarök from covering the world in ice and darkness. The only one who can save gods and men alike from annihilation.

Carina Anderson has had a craptastic year. From losing her parents in separate freak accidents to finding her boyfriend and BFF engaged in kinky sex games, her general enthusiasm for life has evaporated. It's not a surprise that by the time Christmas rolls around, she's ready to lock her doors and hermit the season away - until a chance encounter forces her outlook to change. With her newfound attitude, Carina takes a wild leap and lands herself in a world she never dreamed of. A world she'll soon find she can't get enough of....

I awoke in hell. I don’t know who I was before, or where I came from. If I ever knew anything but darkness and pain. What I am now is a machine. A weapon, whose every breath is controlled by the technology fused with my very DNA. Bound in eternal servitude.

Jason King is used to getting what he wants. And he wants me. No clue why. I'm a geeky introvert. I must have that just-turned-eighteen, new-girl-on-the-block smell. Jason is popular. Cocky. His dad is richer than God. He has his crew dedicate their summer to tormenting my best friend, Donovan. Donovan fights back with quick tongue and a sense of humor as dark as his clothes. But he's tasted enough of Jason's knuckle-sandwiches to last a lifetime

After a bad breakup on Black Friday, I get kicked out of my apartment. And with nowhere else to turn, I’m forced to hide out in my department store at night. Dodging security guards, the alarm system, and my way-too-empty bank account. Perfect start to Christmas, right? But I’m not the only one working long hours over the holidays. Thomas is the tall, dashing manager of the toy department. With an English accent as smooth as silk, he’s the most lusted-after man in the store...but out of all the saleswomen throwing themselves at him, he asks me out on a date.

Samantha Dare had one thought when she found out her fiancé was a lying cheater. Escape. So, she ran from her wedding…straight into the arms of the man who once gave her the hottest kiss of her life. But rebounding with her brother’s friend would be a huge mistake…wouldn’t it? The last thing Dex Sterling needed was more chaos in his life. Retiring from football and starting over in broadcasting gave him plenty of that. But even though Samantha is chaos personified, for some reason, he’s still not able to keep his mind—or hands—off her.

Tired of spending the holidays throwing up on cruises with her parents and, you know, being dumped by ex-boyfriends, Claire Frost is determined to change her luck this Christmas. Taking time off from her flower shop, she follows her friend to London, ready to enjoy all-things England. And boy, does she. The frost-covered flowers. The frozen green hills. The bright red telephone boxes. The festive Christmas markets.

Cyra, a rare omega phoenix shifter, has had a rough week, to say the least. First, two playboy alphas, a hydra and a griffin, start showing up at the cafe she works at. Their teasing make her all hot and bothered, no matter how much she tries to ignore them. And then, she accidentally accepts to play a princess at a spoiled shifter kid's birthday party, where her crappy old car promptly breaks down.

I’m broken. A fractured omega with no value. A shell of my former self, but I found the strength to escape. Now, I’ve started over. New life. New identity. Then they appear. Four white knights who promise to protect me and love me despite my scars. A sweet beta and three fierce alphas. They make me feel safe. Cared for. When the past comes calling, will they still be by my side?

He’s an Army Ranger. She’s a baker. He’s organized and ridged. She’s messy and carefree. He doesn’t do relationships. She’s following her heart. His family chat blows up his phone. She just buried her last living relative. The holiday season doesn’t seem so jolly, as they venture from one mode of transportation to the next.

When Connor Finch insists his one-time Tinder match Shae comes to his dad's house for Thanksgiving with her two daughters, it's because he refuses to let them be alone on her first holiday post-divorce. When she arrives at the Christmas tree farm and ranch he grew up on, she meets his father—the crazy tall, built, golden retriever cowboy who tells her girls all about the magic of the stupid elf on a shelf.