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Greer always dreamed she'd have a life filled with love, laughter, and her own Prince Charming. But life showed her, time and again, that fairytale endings only exist in the movies. Or do they? When Greer flies to Vegas for her brother's wedding, she's reunited with Ryder Gray, the one man she ever dared to believe in. But after he ghosted her eight years earlier, she learned the hard way that Ryder is no different from the rest of them. Or is he?

Most of my writing is in a series people seem to enjoy but there is a constant small crowd who say: I'd really like your take on an alien invasion story. Well this is for them. The bulk of the aliens come to Earth stories assume their vast superiority, sometimes invincibility. Sometimes they suddenly appear on the white house lawn dictating terms. I have yet to see one with them appearing at the Kremlin or Canberra which seems rather parochial.

After Macy escapes an awful situation, she's forced to go back to the town she left behind. Going back to help her dad run the hockey rink he owns wasn't how she saw herself rebuilding a future. Especially not with the three hockey players she meets that are absolutely obsessed with her.

He's a tattooed, blue-eyed jerk who has no business being a single dad. He's also my next-door neighbor, and after negotiations, my grumpy employer for the summer. I don't put up with cocky males normally, and I certainly won't put up with that man making noise at all hours of the day and night while he builds his glamp-ground. I offer advice, but the stubborn fool just turns his tractor on to drown me out. He returns the favor by pushing my buttons and making me so angry I can't see straight. And I really want to be able to see his gorgeous body in those well-worn jeans and backward hat.

All I wanted was one night. A simple night of fun with my friends at the carnival. I didn't know I'd spend it learning things I never knew about myself. Every twist and turn of our game brings us deeper into our desires. But what's a little pain if it's mixed with unimaginable pleasure?

I don't have time to date, especially not the infuriatingly bossy, ridiculously hot sheriff. But Dillon Armstrong won't take no for an answer. And the more he shows up at my office, the harder it is to resist him and his high-handed, insufferable, oddly endearing ways. He's going to make me fall for him, I just know it.

The tattooed stranger rode a motorcycle while helping me collect stray cats. My boots gave me blisters and he carried me on his back. I needed help and he didn't ask questions before assisting me. Could there be a more perfect man? It just made sense to lick him and claim him as mine right then and there. I probably should have asked him more questions before we slept together. Like, what's your last name? Where've you been living before moving here to my hometown? Is my older brother your best friend? Those kinds of questions. But sadly, I didn't. And now I'm staring at two pink lines.

Vs. is the sound of a band on fire. The same confluence of talent, passion, timing, and fate that made “grunge” the world’s soundtrack also lit a short fuse beneath Pearl Jam. The band combusted between late 1992 and mid-1994, the span during which they planned, recorded, and supported their sophomore record. The spotlight, the pressure, the pace—it all nearly turned the thriving act to ash.

Jaws arrives in movie theaters - soon to forever shatter expectations for summer entertainment. Theater manager Nate Burton and Spence Reeves, a former Buffalo soldier with remarkable talents, face the frenzied and, sometimes, lethal challenges associated with this blockbuster movie’s arrival. Nate, who has had to delay his college dreams, also falls for one of his college-bound employees, but must contend with her boyfriend, whose cool superiority inspires a frustrating blend of envy and jealousy.

I've been taking care of myself for as long as I can remember. Kicked out as a teen, I’ve gone from living on the streets to earning money in any way possible. My life has never been easy, but it’s still mine. Now Evan, a mafia enforcer, has taken a liking to me. He thinks he can “save” me. Well, he can fuck right off. I'm never going to be dependent on anyone else ever again. Because if I start to fall for him, if I start to rely on him, it'll hurt even worse when he inevitably decides to dump me just like everybody else does.

Brooks Sutherland has been interested in Darcy Winters since he first laid eyes on him at the Courtesan Hotel, where Brooks worked as a bodyguard. Darcy never knew he existed. When Brooks had a seizure that resulted in loss of his eyesight from a head trauma, he could no longer do his job. Years later, Brooks comes back to bid on Darcy at the annual summer auction. He knows Darcy all too well and wants him to relax before Darcy kills himself from stress. Kidnapping him away for a vacation is perfectly reasonable - to Brooks.

When I'm given the job opportunity of a lifetime I can't turn it down. Even if it means coming face-to-face with him. All I have to do is not fall for him . . . again. And keep the biggest secret of my life under wraps.

Our night together is increasingly difficult to keep hidden, because Ben Donahue is now the nation's hottest pro-football receiver. Ben broke my heart and I thought I'd buried most of the pieces, until a high-profile criminal case hits my desk and Ben's name is on it. What is Ben doing on a mafia don's witness list? It doesn't take long to realize Ben isn't the all-American boy the world believes, and there are parts of his past that can no longer stay hidden. So, I do the hardest thing I've ever done. I confront the man who destroyed my soul.

Love. It's the most widely used deception in the world. It creates weakness within the mind, leaving rooms for distractions, and threatens to hinder my goals of success. I won't allow something as inconsequential as love to get in my way. Even if it means pushing away the only one who's ever made me feel something. Remy Solace. She's a dangerous distraction. She's the sun, threatening to incinerate the darkness from my soul, and keep me from focusing on what really matters—what I've always wanted.

Making a certain kind of video with my enemy (who happens to be everyone's favorite baseball player) was not my proudest moment, but I blame the alcohol for Spencer's smirk three seconds before our clothes ended up on the floor for our one-night mistake. He said he deleted the video, which is why I didn't expect the jerk to interrupt my date a few months later to break the news that we have a problem. His solution is to avoid the press by staying at his lake house to hide away and I stupidly agree. The next thing I know, I have two tiny eyes staring at me.

He's a dashing millionaire who thinks everything in life is one big joke. He's also my new neighbor, and after a humiliating experience in the cemetery that is my backyard, he becomes my shadow, showing up everywhere just to annoy me. I'm not a fan of happy people. They bother me with their constant grins and rainbows coming out of their ears, and Vander Booth is the king of smiles. Despite my efforts to scare him away with both my profession as an undertaker and my general need for frowning through most of my workday, he sticks around like a bad case of poison ivy.

Desperate thief Myth needs one big score to get himself out of a serious hole. Why not steal from his royal father, who refuses to acknowledge him? Unfortunately, the ornate amulet he steals is bad news. Now everybody is out for Myth's blood. Callan should be just one of the many people after Myth—but Callan isn't a person at all. He's a shade, a creature of shadow and magic. Callan is dark, and dangerous, and even worse news than the amulet itself. His dark, shadowy tendrils reach inside Myth and sate a hunger Myth never knew he had.

Eight internet friends have an "IRL" meeting in a mountain cabin. But instead of the long weekend get-together they planned, they're suddenly caught up in the end of the world as they knew it! They just met for the first time in real life last night, and today's group wake-up call is strange messages floating in the air telling them that something called a "System Start" has just happened. Now magic works, and technology doesn't. Cell phones won't work, cars won't start, and it's 10 miles to the nearest town. Some of them have families to worry about.

I thought I was over it--over him. But eight years after he betrayed me, we're suddenly working for the same organization. It's impossible to be professional when all I can think about is how much I want to hurt him, make him suffer the way I suffered. And how much I want to completely wreck him, until he's a mess of pleasure and pain. I know I can't trust him. But no matter how hard I try, I can't stay away.

He's a giant of a man who grunts for words and barks out orders, yet circumstances require I be his fake girlfriend and spend the weekend with him in an isolated cabin. And of course there's only one bed. Just my luck . . .But I need this commission check that only Boston can guarantee me. So I hike up the mountain 'til I can't feel my legs, eat questionable canned beans for sustenance, and vow to simply ignore him for two days. What I didn't count on was a freak blizzard to lock us in the cabin for a bit longer.