Meet Randi Burnett—she’s brilliant, she’s beautiful, and she works for the bride. Missing groom? Intoxicated in-laws? Crying ring-bearer? You name it, she wrangles it. Too bad her personal life isn’t thriving like her side gig as a bridesmaid for hire. Recently dumped, Randi throws herself into her biggest challenge yet when she’s hired as a maid of honor and pretend best friend for an ice queen bride. There’s just one problem—the best man is infuriating, overprotective, and anti-marriage.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

I'm addicted to my stalker. He watches me at night, sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder, getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

The World-Strider goes to Heaven! As a Queen, Seren has been able to do a lot of good for her people, both humans and fairies. She's especially proud of her Fairy Fostering Program which places orphaned or abandoned children with childless fey couples. So when children who have been selected for the program go missing, Seren immediately launches an investigation. But while she searches for the missing children, Angels are searching for her. A cave carving in Hell gave Seren the title of World-Strider, foretelling her visit to each of the known worlds. She has set foot on all but one, and ...

Aria Mitchell's world erupts in a blaze of carnal desire when she meets Liam Blackwood, a man whose touch sets her body on fire. His smoldering green eyes promise pleasures beyond her wildest dreams, luring her into a realm of primal passion she never knew existed. As Liam's powerful hands explore every curve of her body, Aria discovers a hunger she can't control. But Liam harbors a savage secret - he's a skinwalker, a man who can shift into a majestic wolf. Their forbidden trysts in moonlit forests awaken Aria's most primal urges, each encounter more intoxicating than the last. She finds ...

This kiss is addictive. After unmasking a drug dealing fairy in St. Louis, Seren thought she was done with the magical drug market. But Seren and her Ambassador husband are drawn back to St. Louis when another version of Newt hits the streets, this one leaving burned corpses around the city. But a magical drug is only the beginning of Seren's problems in St. Louis; there's a sexy baron who insists the Goddess is calling them together and a mysterious group of soldiers who may or may not be allies. Drugs, sex, and violence—it's just an average assignment for the Twilight Star.

You think you've got some bad date stories? My last date ended with me almost being sacrificed to a Hawaiian war god. Then I found out that all the gods are real. Only they aren't really gods, they're Atlanteans. Yep, that Atlantis.They screwed up their perfect island (and sank it) then had the nerve to move in on our territory. As if that wasn't bad enough, they told us normal humans that they were gods. And we believed them.

There's magic in my music. I'm a spellsinger; if I can sing it, I can manifest it. That's what got me sent to Tír na nÓg, Realm of the Shining Ones. You might know them better as Faeries. I know them as the strongest magic-users in all the Realms. Yes, some are even stronger than me. And I'm here to assassinate one of them; a king, no less. A king with the body of a god and the most amazing eyes I've ever seen. What a shame. He won't even know what hit him. The Onyx King may be astoundingly powerful, but all I need is one song. He'll be dead by the end of it. Or I will. Either way, I'm ...