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If I were ever to write a memoir, it would be titled, Jenna Peterson’s Guide to Dating Emotionally Unavailable Men. I’m like a professional at it. I’m so good, I can take any dysfunctional man and turn him into Prince Charming, just in time for him to dump me and then go on to marry the next woman he dates. I’m about ready to give up on loving real men and focus on lusting over fictional men in the Turkish dramas I can’t stop devouring.

When my best friend found out I’d be alone over Christmas, she hooked me up with a week's stay in her family’s cabin in Idaho. I was on a publishing deadline for my latest book and was really looking forward to a cozy week by the fire, cuddled up in flannel pajamas with my laptop and hot chocolate. Alone. So imagine my surprise when I arrived at the cabin during a blizzard and found it already occupied by an all too familiar face and a fine pack of chiseled abs.

He's the current bane of my existence… and the hot monster haunting my dreams. Maybe if he weren't also the single father of one of my students, I'd be okay with the evening jaunts into the skankier parts of my subconscious, even though nothing ever goes anywhere. I mean, a private elementary school teacher has to relieve stress somehow, right?

The kingdom of Veressia has been forsaken by its prince, who has chosen instead to drown out the screams of the dying. Trapped in a kingdom without a leader and blamed by her brothers for her mother’s death, Odyssa has little hope of ever succeeding at honoring her mother’s dying wish.

My life and career have conditioned me to be prepared for—and desensitized to—traumatic events. Rather, they should’ve. But one phone call blindsided me in a way I never expected, and now there’s a screaming eight-month-old in my custody. I would’ve done anything to ensure my niece didn’t enter the system, but I never wanted a family. I never wanted ties to anyone, period. But then my meddling office administrator forcibly hires a nanny for me, and all my resolute vows start crumbling when I come face to face with Lainey Pearson … again.

Redbird is an extended epilogue of about 20,000 words for Sovereign, set six years after the book ends. It's a heartwarming (and high-heat) look into Keira and Gerard and their family life on Sovereign Mountain Ranch.

Rossi is his own worst enemy. He doesn’t care what people think or what’s expected of him. And he’s reached the pinnacle of his sport because of his bad boy ways. He’s unpredictable and reckless on the track. He’s even worse off of it. After years of circling around each other, all it took was one night, one uncharacteristic act of chivalry, to know I wanted more with the man everyone hates.

The challenge was supposed to be simple. Spill a drink on an airline passenger and be one square closer to winning the company's secret bingo card game. Twenty-five different challenges, at various levels of difficulty, had to be accomplished within a month's time. After nearly eight years of being a flight attendant, Alice Kaminski had spilled drinks on plenty of passengers, mostly on accident and during rough air. She didn't particularly like the idea of the bingo card, but she had massive student debt.

He asked me that over a deep dish, a man I met at a wedding when I’d been trying to forget the epic disaster that was my life. He was too young, but I was hurting, sad, and recently divorced. Basically, the trifecta for bad decision-making.

Serious relationships? Not my usual ride. As the Prez of the Steel Demons MC, my life has always been all about the thrill of the chase. But lately, those club bunny flings ain't cutting it. Deep down, I crave something more real, something with meaning. Then, outta nowhere, my past roars back. A night from five years ago, a hazy memory, and in a flash—a son I never knew about. This is how Ellie comes into my life, the game-changer. Her sister's vanished, and she's been raising my kid all by herself. The moment I lock eyes with Ellie, I'm hooked.

I never thought I'd look for a woman in a strip club until I laid eyes on her—a redhead with a story. Her eyes weren't just sad; they were screaming for a way out. I could tell she didn't belong there. She's definitely hiding secrets, wrapped in pain, and I couldn't look away. When I saw some sloshed goon getting handsy with her, refusing to take a hint, I knew I had to protect her. Reaching out to help her felt like the only decent thing to do. I offered her a place to stay and a lead on a new gig—but it wasn't just her. Her kid, Sophie, with those wide, scared eyes—they got to me.

Stunned. That's the word when Peyton Brooks, my son's ex, shows up at my door in the middle of the night, asking for protection. Hell, I'm always stunned around her. She's something else—all smiles and curves in one hell of a confident package. Right up my alley. Problem is she's off-limits. Too young, too attractive, and way too much of my kid's ex. Now, she's not just a hottie; she's my job too. Someone offed her roommate, and now her life's in the crosshairs. That's why she came knocking on my door for help.

Ruby Young's new Boston apartment comes with all the usual perks. Windows facing the brick wall of the next-door building. Heat that barely works. A malfunctioning buzzer. Noisy neighbors. A dead body on the sidewalk outside. And of course, a ghost. Since Cordelia Graves died in her apartment a few months ago, she's kept up her residency, despite being bored out of her (non-tangible) skull and frustrated by her new roommate. When her across-the-hall neighbor, Jake Macintyre, is shot and killed in an apparent mugging gone wrong outside their building, Cordelia is convinced there’s more to it.

Austin, Seth, and Cameron. They say I'm theirs. My body agrees, but I refuse to let my omega biology dictate my life. As soon as I can get my hands on those suppressants, the Bryce Packs omega mate will disappear, and Dylan the beta will get back to regularly scheduled programming. We have a conspiracy to dismantle and missing girls to find, after all. But the boys refuse to give me up as they inch their way slowly but surely into my life. They're making it all but impossible not to fall for them a little bit more every single day.

With the government issuing omega females to Alpha packs like we’re social security checks, I cling to my freedom thanks to a black-market suppressant hookup and a lethal family that’s ready to execute any Alpha who tries to force a bond.

I'm the daughter of a ruthless criminal on a quest to outrun my past. He's the undercover detective I'm trying to put in my rear view. After a lifetime of being tailed by my father's bodyguards, all I want is my freedom and independence. Illegal street racing gives me the rush I crave. I live for the speed, the hint of danger, and being just on the edge of losing control. So the last thing I need is to run into Deacon Ramsey when I'm breaking the law. Again. I don't care how hot he is or how tempted I am to kiss him. Again.

I walk into the most important meeting of my life—the one that's going to make or break my career—and he's here. The sexy charmer I met in the hailstorm outside. The guy so temptingly tasty I forgot myself, forgot I didn't do things like that, and asked him out. The worst part? He turned me down. And now he's here in my meeting. He's not charming. He's cranked off. Because of me. Well, guess what? It's not the first time I've made a tech bro cranky. Just because I wear skirts doesn't mean I'm going to let them think I'm any less of a programmer than they are.

An ancient curse. Two families bound. A forbidden love. When the Wildbloods presented their daughters to me on the night of the Tithing, they knew what was to come for the chosen girl. The crescent moon that marked Willow made her mine. I had no choice but to take her. Destiny determined our fates long before we were born, laying our roles out for us. A Sacrifice would be made. A Tithe paid. Only then would our families be free, at least until the next payment came due. I would have done my duty as Penitent. I tried.

When my chihuahua turns into my celebrity crush, it's like a fanfiction come to life. Not my fanfiction, mind you. I could never write the Doliver Talon eating dog food, submitting himself to tiny costumes, or gnawing on chicken feet under my bed without his millions of fangirls going feral. To put it plainly, self-preservation forbids me from upsetting the twelve-year-old masses…

Connor Vincent. Gifted artist. A beautiful liar with the soul of a poet. The cunning thief who stole my heart. And an addict. Once upon a time, my foolish heart believed that my love could fix him. How very wrong I was. We soared to the greatest heights and crashed to the lowest depths. Starting over wasn't possible.