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When wilderness guide Harper Ward is summoned to the small town sheriff's office in Helena Springs, Montana, to provide assistance on a case, she is shocked to find that their only suspect in the double murder investigation is a man described as a savage. But the longer she watches the man known only as Lucas, on the station surveillance camera, the more intrigued she becomes. He certainly looks primitive with his unkempt appearance and animal skin attire, but she also sees intelligence in his eyes, sensitivity in his expression. Who is he?

Everyone knows not to fall in love with your best friend. But when your best friend is Michael Becker, it’s impossible not to. He’s everything our town knows a Becker brother to be: devastatingly handsome, charming as a thief, and the icing on the cake - a sentimental musician who’s never without his guitar. And he was mine. At least, that’s what I’d convinced myself. Our bond was born in elementary school, strengthened by circumstance and the promise to always be there for each other, no matter what. And the best thing about my life was being friends with Michael Becker.

I inherited a freaking husband. Grandpa's will was a shocker: huge fortune, gorgeous ranch, and the best horse ever. The fine print? Marrying Mr. Grump-alicious. The man who's supposed to protect me from...what, exactly? That's what I hope to find out if Drake Larkin ever talks. I know what I'm in for the first time his glance tears me open. A broody enigma who's large and in charge. A mute who curls my toes when he barks a few words.

Kip Carmichael is no pretty boy. He's rough. Dirty. Giant. Hair so unruly, and a beard so thick, his friends on the team call him Sasquatch. The first time Sasquatch lays eyes on Theodora "Teddy" Johnson across the keg at a party one night on Jock Row, she'd been relegated to the sidelines by her jock-hungry "friends". Week after week, he watches beautiful but bashful Teddy getting overshadowed and overlooked. Sasquatch finally broad-shoulders his way through the crowd, offering to to be her hairy godmother. But the minute their eyes meet? He's a goner.

A tenacious, resilient female judge must find a way to work with her carefree clerk as they find themselves in danger when a fugitive sets his sights on revenge in the third book in New York Times best-selling author Chantal Fernando's sexy and thrilling Conflict of Interest series.

Jaxon Bentley is a hardnosed criminal lawyer whose entire life revolves around his work. He's been asked to represent Scarlett Reyes, a woman accused of murdering her police officer husband in cold blood. All the evidence points to Scarlett being guilty and Jaxon is sure it's an open and shut case. But when he meets his client, he can't help but feel that she's innocent and that there's more to the story than meets the eye.

Dear Fate. Here I am, finally writing to you again. Things haven't changed, fate. Time hasn't healed anything. As always, nothing makes sense. Things aren't coming together as they should. Time has changed us very little. It has only made everything that much more confusing. Nothing is fixed. Nobody is happy. We still live with a dark cloud over our heads.

The second audiobook in the thrilling Edge of Retaliation Series is now here. Dear Tanner: You’re a monster. A cold, broken monster. I think they have a name for you, oh right, a sociopath. A gorgeous, strong, incredible sociopath. How could you do this to me? So easily? So effortlessly? How? I trusted you. But you knew that, didn’t you? It’s exactly what you wanted. Where will it end? Will it end? I don’t want to have to hate you, can’t you see that? I don’t want to have to seek my own revenge.... But you’ve left me no choice.

Dear Diary, oh, who am I kidding? Dear Life, you’re cruel. You’re heartless. You’re sick. You’re really damned twisted. Do you know that? Nope... Still doesn’t cut it. Dear Fate...yeah, that’s the one. Dear Fate, what the actual hell? What exactly did I do to deserve the life you paved for me? Did I bother you so? Was I awful? Did I not pray enough? You took my life into your hands, fate, and you twisted it. You turned it into a broken mess, and you made it ugly. You made me ugly. A life for a life. An eye for an eye. That’s how it goes, right? Her life. Now mine.

Surrounded by their enemies, with danger lurking right outside their door, the MC is on total lock down. Between the Italians and the senator, they are looking over their shoulders every minute of the day. But was there an enemy sleeping right under their roof? Kelli: I’ve always done what I had to survive, but it wasn’t just me I had to fend for. With my mother’s illness taking over her mind and making me a stranger to her, I would do anything to make sure she gets the care she needs. But when it came down to it, I couldn’t betray Colt.

Ainsley came into my life in a flurry of vibrant colors, lighting my world up when all seemed lost. It wasn't our quiet nights by the creek or stolen kisses surrounded by a sea of cotton that saved me. It was her. She was my comfort when life threw one ugly tragedy after another at me. Until she dealt me the greatest blow. Now, abandonment, betrayal, and death darken every corner of my life. Anger and hurt burn bright where love and trust once lived. But now she's back.

The only thing hotter than the weather south of the Mason Dixon line are the boys. Worn, faded blue jeans, slow Southern drawls, and those naughty moments in the back of pickup trucks a girl never forgets. Welcome to the world of the Sutton boys. Five brothers who fight, party, and drink a little too much, but, more importantly, they love their momma. Nothing can tear them apart...until the girl next door wins more than one of their hearts.

I’m dying. I can feel the life begin to fade from me. My body, which has been tortured for days, perhaps even weeks - I don’t even know anymore - will give up soon. And all I want to do is think about her. That smile. The sweet taste of her lips. The little sounds she made as she gave me the most precious thing any woman could give a man. The love in her eyes in the afterglow. She was mine then. And I would forever be hers. “Jos,” I groaned, letting the first tear leak from my eyes.

Lessons hard learned last the longest. Creswell Springs' biggest man-whore, Raider Hannigan, one of Angel's Halo MC's most notorious members, wasn't for me. After years of him holding my heart, I had seen the harsh light of my reality. Raider would never want me...or love me. With a firm resolve to move on, I wouldn't give in. Only one moment of weakness came back to bite me. Now I had a secret. No one needed to know the depths of it all, especially not him.

When I was too young to know any better Ryan Jedson fascinated me. After he went on the run I thought I’d never see him again. I was wrong. Now that he’s back in town I realize it’s a bad idea to catch his eye. And yet I can’t help it. Sometimes you want the one you shouldn’t want. But there’s a complication. He has no idea that I’m the reason his life fell apart. And I don’t know what he’ll do if he ever finds out.

Ar, defeated, shamed, systematically looted, is occupied by Cosian forces. Perhaps Marlenus of Ar, alone, the great ubar, could recall the men of Ar to the recollection of their Home Stone and its meaning. But it is thought that he perished in the Voltai. Young women from Earth brought to Gor are commonly brought for the markets, to be branded and collared, and sold as the delicious, lovely livestock they are. Such a case is the young woman whom we shall call Janice, for that name was put on her as a Gorean slave name.