If Ariana Stanton has learned anything in life, it’s that men leave. She’s been taught this lesson well from the father she’s never met, who sends her a mysterious letter once a year, to her ex-fiancé, who left her for another woman. So, when she meets the charming and seemingly perfect Jonah, she promises him they will never be more than friends. It’s a promise she can’t keep. But before he has a chance to leave her, she sends him away.

Raquel Ezra loves to fish. With so many fish in the sea, she’s never had a problem baiting the hook or reeling them in. Raquel is a good actress, she can be anyone’s fantasy for a single night as long as they agree to be hers. Which is why she doesn’t think twice about spending an evening in nowhere Tennessee with a smokin’ hot, well-mannered, and intriguing sheriff’s deputy by the name of Jackson James.

Do I have a sign on my back that says, ‘Love her and leave her’? Because that’s what it feels like these days. I thought I’d never see Justin again when he ghosted me after the best night of my life. But guess who shows up at the company Christmas party months later wanting to talk? I don’t think so Mr. Burns. Burn me once, shame on you. Burn me twice, shame on me. That’s sober Lucy talking. Drunk Lucy has a different idea—she asks him to stand in as my fake fiancé this Christmas.

A duty-bound prince. A rebellious historian. A royal romance neither saw coming. Prince Alexander of Caledonia is the perfect heir: stoic, traditional, and ice-cold. His only flaw? Being forced to work with Emilia Carter, a sharp-tongued historian who thrives on rattling royal cages. Emilia doesn’t care about protocol—she cares about truth. Hired to curate a royal exhibition, she’s armed with historical secrets, a scandalous podcast, and zero tolerance for Alexander’s controlling nature. Their clashes are legendary: he’s rigid, she’s reckless, and their debates spark more than ...

My husband sold me. Not only did he sell me, but he told me he loved me while doing the deal. What lies he tells. Only fools believe him. Unfortunately, one of those fools was me.

Once upon a time...there was a girl with long, golden hair who had the truest, bluest eyes that turned white when she cried. She lived in a kingdom far, far away in a tower made of stone, but her mind was made of glass that she kept sharp as knives. Where her memories hid behind her darkest doubts. Her deepest thoughts. Her diary became the only thing she could rely on. No one saw through her looking glass. No one cared. No one tried. Until the villain presented himself as the hero in her life. He took and took and took some more.

Sadie Stephens has loved her brother's best friend, Lincoln Carver, since she was a girl, but a family feud involving a runaway bride closed any options for a romance. Lincoln's only interest in her now is one of obligation and guilt. After all, he's the one responsible for the lassoing "incident" (don't ask. Lincoln's life was perfect until his matchmaking granny stuck her nose in his business. Now, he's accidentally injured his best friend's sister, the woman partly responsible for a family feud.

Welcome to Corium University, where the most dangerous criminals in the world send their offspring.

Being a celebrity chef and influencer hadn't been Astrid's goal when she uploaded her first cooking video. She'd just wanted to share her love of cooking. Now she has it all—her own cooking show, cookbooks, and cookware line. Her dreams are only growing… until the day she stumbles upon a murder in a dark parking lot and her life gets turned upside down. The last thing she wants is a handsome bodyguard telling her what she can and can't do.

I didn't know darkness and evil lurked inside me until I had to murder to survive, forced to become my own worst enemy. With so much blood on my hands, I was surprised I could still see my own skin. I killed, I tortured, I loved. I played God while I was rotting in a fiery inferno. Thriving on control and power was the only way I knew how to live. There were no other options. If you weren't my friend, you were my foe. If you weren't with me, you were against me - traitors, as I called them. There were no imaginary lines. I'd crossed them all.