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After Captain John Carlisle’s dance with death, he’s retreated to the serenity of the Oneida village with his beloved Dellis McKesson to hide from the inevitable truth that war is coming to the Mohawk River Valley. When duty calls, and John’s expertise is needed to negotiate a treaty with the Six Nations of the Iroquois and the Crown, he’ll once again be forced to decide between his conscience and his king.

Their engagement was set when they were children. Loren Copeland, the rich and handsome Marquess of Remington, would marry Maxine Dawes, the stunning daughter of the Count of Derryman. It’s a power match. The perfect alliance for each house. However, the Count has been keeping secret a childhood injury that means Maxine can never marry. He’s done this as he searches for a miracle so this marriage can take place. He needs the influence such an alliance would give him, and he’ll stop at nothing to have it.

I’m not the type who has one-night stands. It wasn’t supposed to happen, okay? A couple of drinks and a sinful British accent later and I’m in bed with a stranger.

Nobody except Marcus batted an eye when I decided to escape L.A. for a temporary hiatus to Ireland. “Sometimes you have to press reboot,” I told myself. So here I am, visiting my mom on the Emerald Isle and loving every minute. However, of all the plans I had in my head, falling in love with an Irishman was not one of them. Especially one who presses all my buttons. All the wrong buttons.

I have two responsibilities as the new heir to the throne: Get married and ave babies. Sure, becoming queen one day is part of those new responsibilities, but as long as King Theo is in charge, I don't have to add a coronation to my list.

I'd lost my mind, was more animal than man. And all because I hadn't found my mate, that one female born to be mine and mine alone. As an over-400-year-old Lycan, my kind was known as fearsome beasts with unimaginable power. All feared us, and rightfully so. I had given up hope of ever finding my mate and because of that had let my inner beast reign supreme, control me. I was far more rabid than anything else. But then it happened. I saw her, my halfling mate. I craved her like no other, and I'd have her as mine no matter what.

The Rogues Division is a top-secret, highly classified, “I’d tell you but I’d have to kill you” kind of organization. The kind of organization the government pretends not to love having at its disposal. And we just got our newest recruit: Lachlan King, the sexy billionaire playboy who seduced me into one night of wild, soul-shattering sex. When I slipped out of his bed three months ago, I never expected to see him again. My future is set. I’m going to be a Rogues field agent. And field agents don’t date. Not to mention it’s forbidden to date each other.

You are mine. That's what they tell me. Edward - my first love, who turned his back on me, and who's dark molten gaze follows me possessively, wherever I go. And Baron - my savior. My second chance. Over six feet of intensity, he's the ex-soldier, who will go to any extent to woo me. My heart beats for both. My body yearns for them. My soul....My soul cannot bear to be parted from either. I love two men. I am torn between them. But, when their past threatens me, I must choose.

After leaving her fiancé at the altar and quitting her job as a Miami cop, Beau Hayley stumbles through life, feeling only resentment. Injustice. Loss. Her mom’s death was called an accident. She’s not convinced. Grieving, she becomes numb to everything except the constant, biting pain of heartbreak and hate. She can see no light. Until she meets James Kelly, a man who seems as damaged as she is, inside and out. And yet despite his twisted, cold façade, he stimulates feelings. Pleasure. He is a respite from her own flaws. A complete mystery. And impossible to resist.

Fiona Mahoney stands in the ashes of her hopes, facing her tempting adversary, Inspector Grayson Croft. Her sins are about to spill from her lips, when he says the one thing that could dispel all thoughts of revelation or redemption. Someone is leaving the corpses on London's cobbled streets, and a name is being whispered in the fearful shadows. The name, against which Fiona would sell her very soul for vengeance: Jack the Ripper. Old enemies and new friends join Fiona, as she chases a relentless evil through the streets of Victorian London.

You don’t find many too-pretty rich boys in the New Zealand Defense Force. Turns out there’s a reason for that. Fortunately, you can find your true self in the oddest places. Of course, you can lose yourself in those places, too - at least some pieces of you. Since I was back home with a new leg, some facial alterations, and time on my hands, I might as well help out my sister. Showing a buyer around New Zealand’s ecotourism sites, having a few adrenaline-fueled adventures? Fine. It wasn’t like I’d never been camping, unlike the walking tornado that was Miss Karen Sinclair.

There are three things you need to know about Elizabeth Bennett: She's smart as a whip, always in control, and lives by a set of carefully crafted rules. She's learned the hard way that people you love the most always hurt you in the end. But then she meets Declan Blay, the new neighbor at her apartment complex. A tattooed British street fighter, he's the campus bad boy she's supposed to avoid, but when he saves her from a frat party gone bad, all her rules about sex and love fly out the window.

The wealthy and handsome Marquess of Camryn can have any woman he desires, but the charismatic bachelor shocks everyone by falling for the rather prudish Charlotte Livingston - who happens to abhor everything the rising politician and captain of industry represents. When the no-nonsense social campaigner shows zero interest in him, Camryn is even more drawn to her and sets out to seduce the lady’s mind - as well as her body.

Laurence Dalziel is worn down and washed up, and for him, the BDSM scene is all played out. Six years on from his last relationship, he's pushing 40 and tired of going through the motions of submission. Then he meets Toby Finch. Nineteen years old. Fearless, fierce, and vulnerable. Everything Laurie can't remember being. Toby doesn't know who he wants to be or what he wants to do. But he knows, with all the certainty of youth, that he wants Laurie. He wants him on his knees.

Warning: This boxset is a roller coaster ride of emotions, with possessive males, intense love scenes, heart pounding action, and twists and turns which will leave you gasping for more

She turns her face and I catch a glimpse of her profile. The upturned nose, the curve of her lips, the creamy skin that glows in the late afternoon light. She throws her head back and laughs, and my heart begins to pound in my chest. Sweat beads my palms and I wipe them on my jeans. What is this reaction to her? I have not even properly met her, yet something inside me insists that I know her. She's the girl whom I have tried hard not to think about...The girl I’d gotten a glimpse of so many years ago. I have never forgotten her.

One kiss changes everything when a chance encounter sparks a romance with the future King of England. From New York Times best-selling author Geneva Lee, begin the sensual, dangerous love story that's captured nearly three million fans' hearts worldwide.

Prince Xander has one job to do: become king. Unfortunately, that means the confirmed bachelor must find a bride. Engaging the help of an elite matchmaking service guarantees finding a suitable wife. What he didn’t expect was to be friend-zoned by one of the ladies...especially when she’s the first woman to spark his soul.

The pain I felt as my childhood love rejected me, again and again, after promising me the world when we were kids... Well, it just wouldn’t go away. No matter how hard I tried. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and I never wanted to be considered desperate, but I knew if something didn’t change soon, I’d lose Elias for good and die of a broken heart. No one told me how many times my heart could break in the process.

Never talk to a naked man in the woods. I learned that lesson when my solo kayaking trip in the Wyoming wilderness turned into a disaster. The Scottish beast who saved me insists on taking me back to his cabin, where there's no cell service and no one around for miles. And his car is broken. My savior has a deliciously hot body, but I don’t like men with long hair and scruffy beards.