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Faking an engagement to my secret high school crush was not on my to-do list when I landed for a short visit home. But when Amanda Anderson announces that she’s my fiancée, I take a leap and play along with the farce. Why? Because the Capulets and Montagues have nothing on the Andersons and Silvers of Tinsel, Michigan. In the name of bringing peace to our Christmas-themed hometown and ourselves, we’ll play the part of Romeo and Juliet.

Mabel "Maybe" Willis died a virgin at the very young age of 24. She leaves behind her parents, Betty and Bruce, her brother, Evan, a laptop filled with one too many Jason Momoa memes, and a Kindle library with more books than one human being could ever finish in a lifetime. Cause of death: a text message. Okay. So, I didn't die. But I may as well have. One minute, I'm a woman trying to find her way in the world, and the next, I'm the sender of six of the most embarrassing text messages that have ever been sent in the history of time - or the cell phone. Whatever.

Ella Couture didn't mean to save herself. But success runs in the family, and Ella, a fiery and self-made interior decorator, never wanted to settle for anything less than a quality man. But another disappointing breakup has Ella flirting with the idea of a meaningless fling - because this whole v-card business has gone on for way too long. When Ella visits her brother, Lance, for the weekend, she finds herself all alone with his teammate Radar. The rugged hockey star is tall, chiseled, and gorgeous - and based on his past, he won't get attached....

I’ve been rejected by family and locked in a mental hospital for believing the fae exist and roam among us. I was ready to rid the world of the burden of my existence until I learned the truth. Madness isn’t my curse. Destiny is. Thrust into a mysterious new world, I discover the truth of my heritage and a love that knows no bounds in the arms of Brynjar.

When bar owner Devon Kincaid finds a bleeding man - a hot, hard, handsome, naked bleeding man - in the snow one night, she brings him home to care for him. He's definitely not like any man she's ever met before, but what she doesn't realize is that he's not just a man.

Sometimes the worst wounds can’t be seen. Lucas Everett knows that firsthand. It's why he and his former Navy SEAL brothers created the Resting Warrior Ranch. Usually, soldiers show up at their door. But this time, it's Evelyn Taylor—a soldier in a very different kind of war.

She needs my protection, not my passion. But I have to have her. Even if it means moving in with her and sharing her bed. I wasn't supposed to falling in love with my stepsister. Especially when I have a secret, a past that could threaten to tear us apart.

I have been called arrogant. Ruthless. Heartless. I don't consider those characteristics to be insults. If I am arrogant, ruthless, and heartless, then people cower down. I make my own rules and call all the shots. I suppose that's why people opt to call me by my last name. Havoc. It's very fitting for me. I wreak havoc on anyone who gets in my way. Right now, that person is a beautiful redhead who refuses to play by my rules. Doesn't she know I'm the only one who's allowed to break them?

Ever since I discovered I’m not human, I’ve always believed wolf shifters are monsters, me included. Except the alpha and mayor of Blackwood Creek isn’t a monster at all. He’s my fake fiancé for my own protection. As the prime suspect in a murder investigation, I’ve got no choice but to take sanctuary with Ridge until I can clear my name. But my presence in town means the entire pack in Blackwood Creek are in danger from the hunters who are after me.

Delilah doesn't want anything to do with me. So, of course, I have to have her. She's got the sultry librarian look, full lips, all those curves; I can't get enough. I'll convince her to be mine. Just one night. I never fail. But I'm her new boss. And if anyone at the office found out about our one-night stand, we would both be ruined. So we'll keep it to one night of passion. Then we'll go our separate ways. That was the plan anyway. But now I can't let her go. Because she's carrying my babies. All three of them. And I won't let her do this alone.