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It's been years since he last saw her. Since he inhaled her scent. Since he held her in his arms. Cyclone made some terrible mistakes. Mistakes that cost him the love of his life. He's lived with regret ever since. Now she's back. Not only that, she's on dragon soil and will be staying for the foreseeable future. Cyclone has a real chance to fix things. To win her back. Only, she wants nothing to do with him. Good thing he's persistent and loves the hunt.

Cameron Justice - Once a throw away kid heading for trouble, he found a sense of purpose in a war zone. Years later, successful, handsome and wealthy, Cam's mistrust of women and relationships in general have left him a brooding loner. Lacey Morrow - Abused and neglected, she's a lost girl determined to make something of her life--if only she could catch a break.

Typhoon doesn't have a mate. It's not for lack of trying, he just hasn't found the right person yet. The problem he faces is that he is desperate to have a baby. It's all he can think about. He's willing to do just about anything to make it happen. Natalie has always dreamt of going to college, of making something of her life before it's too late. The problem is that she's seriously cash-strapped. Her folks died four years ago, leaving her with debt and a little sister to raise. They're barely keeping their heads above water as it is.

Riley and her best friend, Ashlyn, decide to go out for a night on the town. Slightly buzzed and grinning from ear to ear, they leave the club to wait for their ride home. From there, it's all a big blur. One thing Riley knows for sure is that it definitely goes pear-shaped and fast. One minute they're on the sidewalk joking around, and the next...they're in the air. As in grabbed from above by God knows what. The creatures are huge, silent, and fast. Oh, and they can fly. Fly!

Life was going well for me. I was on the right track: captain of the soccer team, grades were passing, and I had the respect of my team. Girls threw themselves at me. Then I saw her . . . Something about her drew me in. In her eyes, I could see the fight she had within herself . . . and I wanted to be there for her. Nothing else seemed to matter but the dark-haired, beautiful girl I couldn't stay away from.

I've watched over this world for millennia. Now the time has come to protect it....

Ava Bellerose may use men to charge up her healing magic, but that doesn't mean she wants to date one. She's fine living life as a single witch working a day job as a college librarian and spending nights as the masked performer, Pearl, at The Jewelry Box. Every routine on the stage means more magic power in the bank, courtesy of the customers craving her body. One man in particular can't seem to get enough. Ava finds perverse pleasure in ignoring his money and denying him anything more than a distant dance with zero eye contact.

Nikki has a lot going on at the moment. She’s the best sound engineer and mixer at XY Records, she’s working on a super-secret project with a pop megastar, and holding the busier-than-usual studio together. The last thing she wants or needs is her ex-fiancé to start working in the studio over the summer. She’s over it—him. Obviously. Being ghosted has that effect. But working near someone she used to love has made her life that much more complicated.

Fashion editor Miranda loves her work, and her high energy life in the hustle bustle of Madrid. Her boyfriend Tristan hates the fast pace, the noise and exhaust fumes, and wants only to get back to Galicia and the seaside, longing for kids and a white picket fence. As explosive as their mutual attraction is, and as deep their love, one of them is going to have to give up their dreams. Finally Tristan admits that even love isn't strong enough to overcome their fundamental differences. The breakup is a shock to Miranda, and the next day she wakes up in the past on the day they met.

Charles Murphy's superpower is useless. He can turn into a churro. In a world where one percent of the population has powers, he's quite below average; many would say he's completely useless. And they have. At length. For years. Despite his deep-seated desire to be a hero, his ability isn't glamorous and can't be used to fight crime, so he and a small cadre of similarly useless supers are relegated to Omega Team and told explicitly that all they will ever need to do is sit there and look pretty. And while waiting to be called up to the big leagues, they might as well get laid, right?

As a siren, Lula Aglaope can bend anyone to her will with the smallest whisper, but she'd give up her power for one meaningful, honest conversation. She wants a normal life, like the open, true connections the humans seem to pull off with such little effort. When she meets Alexiares, God of Warding off Wars, all thoughts of normalcy fly out the window. The beautiful demigod cannot be controlled! He's frustrating, irresistible . . . and utterly off-limits.

Do the job. Free the high-value target from a compound in Afghanistan and get out. Simple, right? Until I saw her. She begged me for help. I didn't think. Grabbed her and her kid and ran. FUBAR didn't even come close to covering what happened next. And then I disappeared. It doesn't matter that I had no choice. That the President of the United States ordered me to do the job. I still abandoned them. When she's in trouble, I cant stay away. But how can I convince her my darkness will destroy her?

I knew Elijah Baumann was a brute before he ripped off my clothes and blistered my bare backside with his belt. I knew it even before he mounted and rutted me with that same belt pulled tight around my throat to hold me helplessly in place for every desperate, shattering climax. It was the way he looked at me. Not like he hoped he might have me one day. Like I already belonged to him. Like I was his mate.

A novella in snapshots: a couple's relationship across several New Year's Eves, including dating, sex, marriage, kids, job changes, and moving. As steadfast in their support of each other as they are to the fight for reproductive rights, this sweet and sexy short is chock-full of heart. Originally published as part of the limited release Resolve anthology.

I need to tear my eyes away from Jake Jacobs—immediately. One glance at the hot older lawyer, and I knew I was in trouble. Jake unwrapped me like his little Christmas present, even though I was his new employee who he absolutely shouldn't have claimed... He wasn't the only one that broke the rules at his law firm. Jake's associates, Zachary and Thomas, also made my body tingle in ways that it never had before.

While financial analyst Kate may be a numbers whiz, computing social situations like happy hour with her colleagues is an entirely different story. But an unexpected exchange with Shakespeare-loving bartender Will is about to turn her life upside down.

When Tori Bennett ends up at the Justice Brothers compound in the Arizona desert, she's running away from an epic scandal with her in the starring role as whistleblower. She'd had enough of powerful, arrogant men, and just wanted to fly off the radar for a while and get her confidence back.

Carla’s always been a romantic. As the owner of the only flower shop in the small mountain town, she believes in true love and can, of course, quote every line in The Princess Bride. Which wouldn’t be quite so pathetic if she wasn’t 37 and still single. So single, in fact, she’s forgotten what it’s like to have a man give her a single carnation, let alone a dozen roses. Then Christian walks into Happy Petals, and she knows the fragrance of flowers has to have gone straight to her head.

I had one job and one job only. Bring down the most notorious drug lord known to man. Dead or alive, that was it. As I worked the case more and more, the lines started getting blurred. I made enemies where I wasn’t supposed to and friends in places that would get me killed. Then I met her, at a bar in Brooklyn of all places. She became the one thing in my life that was a constant, the one thing that made the dark hole I was in, as bright as could be.

No man had taken a woman as his and his alone for centuries—and he hadn’t even asked. He’d just told her she was to be his bride, watched her blush at the shameful term, then fisted her hair and pulled her in for a brutal, possessive kiss the moment she opened her mouth to protest. A kiss that made clear this wasn’t up to her, and even if it were they both knew she would choose to wear his ring, share his bed, and one day bear his children. A kiss that said she was his already, and there was so much more to come as he taught her what that meant in every way.