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I'm Trade, and I have a foul mouth. I also have a very skilled mouth, and I have no problem showing off either. Women have a thing for "the bad boy". I play that part well, only I play it dirtier. There's not much going on in my small town of Mohave, that is, until you walk in. You. You toss me a sexy smile and strut that A+ ass my way, and now I'm wondering what those high heels you're balancing on will feel like digging into my back while I'm between your thighs.

I always believed my life to be simple—uncomplicated. But now, it's become more complicated than I ever would have thought possible. Taken hostage by Orion's elder brother, I come face to face with the most dangerous fate I've ever known. Tyr's betrayal is dangerous not just to me, but to all of Faekind.

They call me Mister Masher. I’m the homerun king on the field...and off. With a glitzy life full of parties, money, and beautiful women, settling down was the farthest thing from my mind...until I met her. Fiery redhead Addie has the kind of luscious curves that turn my thoughts to a line drive up the middle. But every charming pitch I throw at the single mom is a swing and a miss. I soon learn Addison’s son is critically ill, and she is willing to make any sacrifice necessary to ensure he gets the best possible care.

I want Knox Wright. My best friend’s brother, my boss...the man who breaks my still-shattered heart. Knox was a college hockey legend and, now, he’s one of the most successful architects in decades. I was the new hire whose desperate need to move on from that night drove me to succeed. I never should have accepted the position, not once I looked into Knox Wright’s eyes and felt the heat deep in my belly...but I did. Because Knox makes me feel alive. And as I fall under Knox’s spell, our relationship turns intense and deep...and secret.

Slick sports agent Griffin Steele is living the highlife in Los Angeles, far from the shadow of the North Carolina mountains where he grew up. But when his hometown falls on hard times and needs his help, Grif reluctantly agrees to commute between coasts. He never expects the lush scenery, in the form of pretty tomboy Carlie Beth Parrish, to be such a temptation.

Domlen Draglen does not follow any rules except his own. He does not want to be like his brothers, but his need to find the lady his mother predicts to be his mate has become his focus. He wants to find her and prove his mother wrong so he can go back to his normal life. The only problem is the mouthy, curvy she-wolf interests him, but she’s not his type - or is she?

Warton Draglen despises Earth and the women even more so. When he's forced to return to discover the identity of the culprit making unauthorized decisions for the family business, Warton has only one mission: find the person who dares make decisions for the Draglens without permission and make them suffer. But Warton's thoughts quickly change course once he sees the beautiful Ms. Castell.

Gemi Draglen has been searching for the woman who is destined to become his Wella for hundreds of years. One eventful night while visiting the city of New Orleans, he unexpectedly sees the woman he wants to be his forever. Unfortunately, he has two very serious problems. First, the woman to become his Wella is a witch, an age-old enemy to all dragons. Second and most importantly, she has no idea who Gemi truly is, and he must convince her they belong together, forever.

Run a pie shop with her sisters for a year. Date for the first time at age 29. Don’t be terrified. Well, she’s got the first thing under control at least. Mostly. But this is exactly what a best friend is for: advice, pep talks, matchmaking, sex education. So what if her best friend is a guy? A very hot, tattooed, ex-Marine mechanic guy? He’s definitely well-versed in everything she needs to know. And she trusts him. Who better to teach her the man-woman stuff she’s been missing out on?

The Court of Frost is not meant for the faint of heart—or for a bumbling changeling and her human friend. Cress has found herself plopped smack dab in the middle of Alfheim, otherwise known as the Realm of the Fae. Which wouldn't be such a bad thing—considering she has finally proven herself to be one of them—except she's brought along her best friend who is most certainly 100% human.

Ava has run a multibillion-dollar company, negotiated with shark investors, and hobnobbed with business royalty, but she’s about to be defeated by her inability to turn sugar, flour, and apple pie filling into something edible. Conveniently, the owner of the diner next door, Parker Blake, is magic in the kitchen. And he technically works for her. So she can make him teach her to bake. And hey, if everyone assumes they’re heating up more than the oven during their time in the kitchen...well, that’s called multitasking.

Tate "The Saint" Donovan's jaded outlook really makes him more of a devil's advocate. Ever since he discovered his ex-wife doing more in their bedroom than rooting for the home team, he's given up on finding The One. In fact, he's given up on finding Any One. So he isn't surprised when his teammate's engagement party is one mishap away from going up in flames—until a sexy, free spirit whisks in from Paris and drags the party from the fire. She's whimsical, wild, and oh so wrong, but her breezy, freestyle attitude makes her utterly irresistible.

Mr. Irresistible. It's in black and white beneath his yearbook photo for all to see. Tyler Cannon: All-American jock, prom king, and our very own hometown hero. A triple threat. He was the most popular guy in school, getting whatever—and whoever—handed to him on a silver platter. Even though we ran in similar circles and had most of our classes together, I was invisible to him. Not once was I ever his flavor of the week. Not that I wanted to be. Nope, not at all. I mean, who would want his big, strong hands caressing their body or his green eyes piercing straight into their soul?

Since moving to the small Texas town, I've gotten four speeding tickets and the sheriff is tired of giving me tickets—tired of dealing with me. To keep my license, I have to go in front of a grouchy old judge and convince him I've finally learned my lesson. Oof. I get the shock of my life when I discover the judge isn't grouchy or old and I'm pretty sure his heated stare isn't all anger at my lawlessness. I might be inexperienced with men, but I'm pretty sure there are sparks flying around the courtroom as he stares down at me.