It’s the Fall of 1986, and Phoebe Miller is a rock journalist for Titanium Magazine. Her newest assignment involves following Damien Bell and his band, Revolver, on their last North American tour before they head back into the studio to record their sophomore album. Damien is loud, obnoxious, has a reputation for excess, and he hates journalists, but he seems to have a soft spot hidden beneath all of that bravado. Phoebe prefers to be a fly on the wall, but she has a nasty habit of falling for men who she knows will break her heart.

He was supposed to be my savior, but became my keeper instead… I’ve spent years learning everything I can to take over my family’s restaurant. I’ve never envisioned myself doing anything else. It all comes to a crashing halt when rumors of an arranged marriage circle the Famiglia and my brother doesn’t stop my name from being put forth as an eligible bride. Determined to not have my dreams taken away, I do the only thing I have control over: get rid of my virginity. It’s supposed to be a simple one-night stand with a stranger until I figure out the man I’d bedded is our biggest rival.

In a world where humanity has been infiltrated by an alien force, Eryn Holt knows one truth—trust no one. The Sylith arrived under the guise of peace, but their presence has rewritten history, replacing those who resist with perfect, soulless copies. When a mission gone wrong leads Eryn to Kael Calder, a man who should no longer exist, everything she believes unravels. Kael was taken by the Sylith—claimed, altered. Yet, somehow, he’s still himself. And the more time she spends with him, the more she begins to question: if he survived the impossible, what else have they been lied to about?

I’ve spent my life climbing the ladder and hiding the cracks behind power suits and sharp words. But under the surface? I hate it all. My family. My job. Everything. But now I’m trapped in this place, unable to escape. My captor is relentless in controlling every move I make. The worst part? He wears the cracked porcelain mask of a china doll to hide his face from me. It's terrifying. Yet something about him feels familiar.

Recent college graduate Sierra Lopez has no idea what she wants to do with her life. With a degree that’s useless on its own, Sierra decides to complete a one-year master’s program at Trinity College in Dublin, Ireland. Alone in a new city, Sierra downloads Tinder, expecting to go on a few casual dates during her study of human aging and fragility. But then she meets the mysterious and brooding Aodhan De Thuaidh, who doesn’t seem to be at home in Dublin either.

Sebastian Stone, Sunder front man and guitarist with a rap sheet about 10 miles long, escaped to Savannah, Georgia, to get away from the trouble he'd caused, not find more of it. The moment he met Shea Bentley, he saw beneath all her sweetness and innocence something that went deeper. Darker. Their relationship was built on secrets, their love built on lies. Sebastian never imagined how deep her secrets went.

I’ve loved her across centuries, but this time, I may have found her too soon. 3152 BC. In the firelit halls of Medgidia, she dances—Ana. A vision of untamed beauty, lost in the rhythm of the music. Marius watches from the shadows, her name a whisper on his lips. She does not know him. Not yet. For thousands of years, he has found her in new bodies, new lifetimes—always bound to her, always losing her. But this time is different. This is the first time. And he is not the only one watching. Another lurks in the darkness, drawn to her, but his intentions are far from noble. One moment.

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Goodbye heartache, liars, and cheats. I’m hot-tailing it to the city to escape all my problems. What I don’t expect is to find a whole heap more. Right at the top of the pile: turns out I’m not the beta I always believed.

Destiny laughs at the well laid plans of Dr. Nash Santini and Farrah Knight. St. Helena's new Veterinarian, is six feet of handsome with a big side of sexy. But the widower isn't using his gifts. His focus is young son, Max. Moving back to his hometown has provided the boy with stability and a big extended family. Farrah cared for her ailing parents for a hard six years. With a friend's offer of a job in a more affordable location, she's about to sell her inherited home. She wants to have an adventure, and maybe she'll find it in a fresh start. St.

Med student Blake Hyland's got it all figured out—or so she thinks. Enter Damon Axton: masked vigilante by night, obsessive stalker by day. He's dangerous, damaged, and can't stay away from Blake. Despite her best efforts, Blake is drawn to Damon's intensity and dark charm. Between his cheesy horror movie quips and her snarky comebacks, she discovers there's more to her "creepy stalker" than meets the eye.

I was abducted by the alien puppy pound. Thrown into a cage and sold as a galactic pet. An alien captain has made me his beloved pet. Things have happened that I can’t live with. Things too terrible to mention here.

I never thought I’d be a runaway bride. But when it came down to it, I just couldn’t marry the wrong man. So, I ran. And somehow, I ended up in Star Falls, Colorado—stranded, no luggage, no plan—in a wedding dress with a past I’d rather forget. Fate lands me in the only available rental in town, a cozy little cabin… right next door to Byron Miller, the brooding billionaire who wants nothing to do with me. Or this town.

It was supposed to be a one-night stand with my ex. As a single mom, I desperately needed a night of guilt-free fun. But when I showed up at his place, his two best friends were there. That didn’t stop us. It only made things a lot more fun. Now it’s weeks later, and I still can’t get that sweaty night of fun out of my head. And the three swoony guys? I keep running into them around town.

I think I always knew I was going to die young. Like I had this… silent, invisible clock ticking down to my final moments plastered above my head. Maybe that’s why I was so reckless, crazy. Why I sought after adventure. Why nothing scared me… Except, there was always this… feeling I couldn’t shake that something was in the darkest parts of every corner, under every bed, closet, or room, like a ghost watching me. Waiting to take me. My own, personal reaper. But it was always only during a lightning storm that I could see the outline of my reaper. No scythe.