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Alexander Westhide, the Duke of Rakecombe, has no quarrel with such faint praise as he has forever shunned marriage, women, and anything remotely resembling love. Indeed, the damning words merely serve to enhance his haughty façade. But beneath the controlled demeanor lies a duke beset by tragedy, a man turbulent and restless. Miss Aideen Quinlan can't quite explain why she feels the need to taunt, tease, and generally annoy the Duke of Rakecombe.

She's the definition of lost. Doesn't know her name? Check. Cruelly beaten within an inch of her life? Check. No memory of anything that's happened since she woke up from that beating? Check. Losing a child she doesn't remember conceiving? Check. She hasn't felt anything but lost in a very long time. Then an old biker tells her danger is on the horizon. He sends her to a man that she instantly feels a connection with. A bone deep connection.

I wanted him, but couldn't find the courage to have him. You know that feeling, the one where you're too scared to go to sleep, too scared to go out, and too scared to do anything? Ever since my assault, I've been functioning, but not living. That was until I met that motorcycle riding man with such a deep gravelly voice that it sent shivers down my spine. He helped me through some of the darkest moments of my life.

If I had to pick a bride of convenience, my first choice would not be Peach Maloney. My 50th choice would not be Peach. Top spot on my list of occupational hazards? Yes. Royal pain in the crumpets? Yes. A bride of convenience? No. But I've unexpectedly gone from royal bodyguard to monarch, having inherited a crown that was stolen from my family long before my birth. The kicker? In order to take the throne, I must find a wife. Have I mentioned Peach would not have been my 100th choice? But I've no other options, and she needs a favor that my new position can fulfill quite nicely.

Brooke Whitworth has been dreaming of her first Season in London, because she intends to win a husband who will take her far away from her unloving family. Instead she is being sent to the Yorkshire moors to wed a mysterious nobleman whose family is cursed and who has thrice tried to kill her brother. But there's no room in her heart for fear; this man is her means of escape. She will make him love her!

After a snowstorm grounds her flight, Lucy makes a last-ditch effort to get home for Christmas using a rideshare app. She thinks she’ll be taking a road trip with a stranger...but the guy who shows up is someone she knows all too well. He’s the hookup she ghosted a few months ago, and now she’ll be stuck in a car with him for the most awkward road trip of her life.

After years of kicking ass in the Army, Captain Valerie Logan needs a break. And she can't think of a better place for some R&R than her best friend's small mountain hometown. Except her sister from another mister no longer lives in Tremble, Georgia. Who does? Her BFF's frustrating, domineering, sex-on-two-legs older brother. Zeke Soren is a born alpha - when he growls, his werewolf pack listens. Unfortunately, there's one beautiful, bad-ass human female who refuses to follow a single order.

Dr. Drew Cooper would rather die than give in to his captor's demands. Only a suicidal idiot would kidnap the Blackwood pack healer in the first place, but to then insist he heal one of the rival pack's members? Yeah, hard pass. Until she walks into the room. With fiery red hair, piercing blue eyes, and curves that could stop traffic, Chloe Soren takes his breath away.

I was the golden child. The one all the Cerberus guys looked up to. I was on my way to becoming the next career Marine. But after my last deployment to Syria, being a Marine was no longer an option. Unfortunately, my not so honorable discharge from the Corps didn't get rid of the demons created while I was enlisted. Not even my childhood friend can save me. I'll destroy her just like I destroyed everything else I touched.

For three centuries, Trace waited for this moment, imagined all the things that he would do to the Pack that tried to kill him, and now that he was free.... All he could think about was the woman that he'd claimed as his own. She was everything that he'd always wanted and once he had his revenge, he would make her his.