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When Samantha Stone hears that the popular rock band Crushing Stones, created by her childhood sweetheart, is headlining at a new dance club nearby, she considers it fate. She’s waited seven years to get answers. Why had he deserted her without even saying good-bye? Jonah “Cash” Carter has scanned the throngs of fans for years looking for her. Waiting. When he spots Sami in the crowd, he freezes mid-song. He’d named his band for a reason, and tonight would be the night he finally got to crush a Stone.

Rule number one: Hands off my kid sister's best friend. Rule number two: See rule number one. Rule number three: Seriously, don’t even think about touching Luna. Luna is my new roommate. My very off-limits roommate. My gorgeous, feisty, painfully tempting roommate. I try to keep my distance. To ignore her soft laugh, her intense eyes, her sweet smile. And that groan, the one she makes over her morning coffee. All right, the sassy college student is driving me out of my mind.

I'm not supposed to be here. Death has come for me more than once, and each time it's been a boy who's stood between me and my final breath. I called him Christopher when he saved me as a child. When he came into my life again, only months ago, I knew him as Wes. Just as he did the time before, he disappeared the moment he made sure I was out of harm's way; as if I didn't need any more saving.

Once you are rooted in sin, there is no turning back. She wasn’t supposed to be in the crossfire. My enemies should not also be hers. My past is dark, and my demons are dangerous. I should let her be free, safe from the shadows that still haunt me. But I can’t let her go. My obsession is too strong. She’s mine even though she’s a possession I shouldn’t keep. But I of all people should know that the mafia doesn’t let anyone go.

Cynic believes in a good time, not a long time; it’s understandable since his wife cheated after twelve years of marriage. Now that he’s single, variety is the spice of life, and he keeps his life spicy. He avoids women looking for commitment.

It's supposed to be fun without strings, but resisting her is so damn hard. I'm good in bed, and I know what I want. So when a curvy grad student catches my eye, I do what I do best. I take her home. I kiss her hard. I - well, a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. I don't expect to want more. But I do. Iris is smart, sweet, and innocent as hell. I need her as often as possible. We strike up an arrangement. There are three rules. All fun. No strings. No falling in love. But then I've never been very good at following rules.

Losing It is a is a stand-alone first time romance with the perfect mix of heat, humor, and emotion. Find out why listeners say "no one writes broken bad boys like Crystal Kaswell".

Scarlett: When Cristiano Grigori came for me, he didn’t come alone. He brought his army to kill the soldiers at my door and took me for himself. He put his ring on my finger and marked me as mafia property. His property. My brothers thought they had wiped out the Grigori family, but Cristiano is very much alive. And he has one purpose. Revenge.

Thirteen years ago, I ran away from a cult, Sacro Nuntio, and became Lenix Taylor. Everyone knows me as a free spirit. No one knows about the horrible sins rotting in my past. Or how I killed the leader of Sacro Nuntio—my father—in cold blood. But the past never stays where it should for long. Now, after all this time, my brother has found me, and is threatening to drag me back to punish me for my crime. Escaping from that life was the hardest thing I've ever done. Staying free proves more difficult than expected when it involves the only person powerful enough to protect me—Connor Maxwell.

Bratva life is simple: You steal from the brotherhood, you pay with your life. But the thief is a woman, and she’s too beautiful to die. My wedding band will be her collar. Our vows will be her shackles. She will be my captive bride.

I'm a trained assassin. Enlisted by the Fae Corps and instructed to kill, there is no place in my life for a fated mate. Then Gia crashes into my life. Flashing eyes, luscious lips that beg to be kissed. One whiff of her sugary scent and I know she is mine. But she's human, and no way can she withstand the barbaric mating practices of the Fae. I am too lethal. I should stay away. When she takes the hit meant for my target, I cannot let her die. So I do the only thing that will save her life...I form a soul-bond with the unconscious human. I want to make her bend to my will.

There are two types of secrets in life: the ones we choose to hide from others and those we choose to hide from ourselves. Secrets reveal themselves eventually. Hearts heal, but sometimes, they're forced to break... again.

Love on the fast track has been the definition of Harper and Deacon McCoy's relationship. In between studio sessions with Deacon's band, Oblivion, and building a new clientele for Harper's catering business, the newlyweds haven't had time to sleep, let alone have a honeymoon.

Inside the Octagon, I have no fear. I'm at home, in my element, inflicting pain onto men trained to hurt me just as badly. Making them submit, knocking them out, maiming them, because it's them or me. And I choose them.

Aisling has every reason in the world to like her life as it is: away from the shifter community. Tucked in her little corner of the world, she sees no reason to get involved in the drama of the ever warring packs, until trouble knocks at her door. Trouble wrapped in a delicious package her cat wants to claw. Raygan didn't know what he expected when he moved his pride to the loner's territory; maybe having to deal with a criminal, or someone in hiding. Instead, he found a fiercely protective, insanely attractive lunatic with secrets he wants to unravel.

They’re not quite enemies, and not really friends. More like frustrated balls of sexual tension, Lance Gibson drives Mariah Malarkey absolutely crazy. He uses her office like a phone booth, and takes cupcakes from the corner of her desk like she baked them just for him. She didn’t. Maybe she knew the history teacher happened to love peanut butter icing, but that was purely a coincidence. Mariah has a way of getting under Lance’s skin, too. She calls him out on his crap, spoils him even if inadvertently, and, seeing the librarian in skirts, drives him wild. She won’t give in.

Braking too fast when it’s snowing? Bad. Crashing your new sports car? Worse. Kissing a beautiful stranger with lips that taste like vanilla who flees without sharing her digits...or even her name? Worst of all. But I was determined not to leave small town Crescent Cove before Christmas without finding my gorgeous mysterious woman. And I succeeded. I just didn’t expect our night of cider-scented passion - hey, we visited the holiday festival first - to lead to a gift that will keep on giving forever. Now I have to convince her to take a chance on me, no matter the odds...

Who knew a fake holiday relationship could be so fun? Kayla Summers has had enough of her mother’s insistence that she find a man and get married. At 33, she’s a successful attorney and has a fantastic life. Knowing her mother will grill her constantly over the upcoming holidays about her single existence, she dreads the visits home. Carter Manheim is a self-proclaimed bachelor, dead set on seducing every beautiful woman in Manhattan. And why not? His parents’ disastrous marriage and divorce proved that lifelong commitments just aren’t viable.

My husband hates me. But he’s also the only man who can save me. Taken by a stranger, Santiago is my only hope. Except that I don’t know if he’s dead or alive. And for as cruel as he can be, the thought he might be gone is unbearable. But he has nine lives, my monster. He’s not finished with me yet. And soon I’m back at The Manor. Locked in my room. At his mercy. I know I am despised. I know I have become the face of his vengeance. But there’s something else, too. Something between us. It’s a dark and gnarled thing. And it has its claws around my heart.

I was pulled into the Locke life when my roommate got involved with one of the dangerous brothers. I should have left, should have minded my own business, but the attraction I feel for Ace is stronger than I can ignore. I can feel the way he watches me. The ownership I feel from him, the possessiveness and obsession, lets me know he wants me too. But common sense tells me I don’t want this in my life, don’t want to let a Locke brother mark me as his. But that reality isn’t what my heart wants, isn’t what my body craves.