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Tick. Tick. Tick. It’s the sound I hear when I look in the mirror, or when my mother reminds me of a certain internal clock too. It’s all I hear when I go on these blind dates my friend—Laken Decker—keeps setting me up on. I wasn’t looking for another date from anyone—except maybe, the firefighter. Let alone seeing one of them again when a small kitchen fire ignites my coffee shop, The Perfect Cup. Now I’m burning up with my attraction for the sexy firefighter who saved me and the desire to overcome my past, the abandonment I feel from the one man I should have trusted most.

It is 1985 in New York City, and Scarlett Ciccone is a young woman who knows neither her worth nor her culture until she steps foot inside Valenti's—Little Italy's hottest restaurant. While Scarlett is eager to learn the ropes of the restaurant business, she gets more than she bargained for when she meets the two Italian-born brothers who own one of the most sought-after establishments in all of Manhattan.

When my wedding is unexpectedly called off—not by me—I decide to take the mini honeymoon meant for me and my husband. I arrive at an isolated cottage in the woods with the intention of clearing my head. What I find is the tallest and strongest man I've ever seen in my life. This has to be a dream. Or maybe it's a gift from heaven. It quickly becomes a nightmare when he assumes I'm the cleaning lady and orders me to get his bags and put his stuff away. Then it gets worse.

For millions of people, happiness is something they're waiting to find in the future. Happiness is tied to getting a better job, finding true love, or finally getting in shape. Everyday Happiness argues that your happiness doesn't have to wait for tomorrow. Happiness is waiting for you every day. Most people live their lives on a kind of auto-pilot, passively waiting for good things to happen to them and unintentionally sabotaging their own chances at real lasting happiness.

Derek has been pursuing his archenemy, Slaine Morvyn, an evil vampire who killed his wife, Cinnia, more than two millennia ago. Derek lives only for avenging his wife's death, and once he's finally taken Slaine's head plans to go out into the sun, and burn himself to ashes. When an unexpected customer arrives in the form of Rebecca "Becca" Thorn, cyber socialite and blogger, his carefully laid plans go out the window.

Micah the Unwilling, fae King of the Forgotten, can tame even the most violent of beasts. Forged on the battlefield, this iron-willed warrior considers his soldiers his family, and he will stop at nothing to reclaim their dispossessed land. Gearing for war with a sadistic enemy, he is disciplined and focused—until a feral beauty he encountered long ago wanders into his camp.

When Greg Svensson crossed my path four years ago, I should have just let him keep on walking...right into the street to get hit by a bus. But I was weak. Not to mention that when you’re a six-foot-tall woman and meet a guy out in the wild who is both taller than you and attracted to you, you make certain allowances. You ignore certain red flags.

FLR stands for female-led relationship. These are relationships in which the woman and the man agree that she will be the dominant partner, while he will be the subservient one. There are plenty of ways to engage in this type of relationship for a fulfilling and adventurous lifestyle. Here are the details on what it means, its various aspects, and how to apply FLR principles to your own relationship.

Small town, big dreams, a nightmare I never expected. I grew up with stars in my eyes and dreams beating a soft staccato in my heart. Career, marriage, then family. I knew what I wanted. How I wanted it. I never expected him. Mason Miller. Charming, arrogant, sadistic. He ruined everything. He ruined me

After retiring at thirty-five, billionaire Matt Coolidge should have it made. Instead, he’s got chronic migraines and high blood pressure. Oh, and during his workaholic years, he completely forgot to have a love life. Now he’s just trying to relax in between arguing with his mother about the fate of the family farm, not to mention his lack of a family of his own. Then Matt’s childhood best friend, Dara Marley, rolls back into town. Ten years after a stupid argument ended a longtime friendship, they’ve both matured, and it’s time to let bygones be bygones.

After my ex dumps my possessions on the sidewalk, cleans out our bank account, and steals my landscaping business, I'm once again submitting job applications. It’s that or no roof over my head. With the Intergalactic Employment Agency’s help, I land a position as a gardener for the owners of an off-world alien castle. Other than needing to tackle a rogue vine infesting the front shrubs, it’s an easy job. Best of all, I work alongside Dekrin, a dirty-mouthed fellow gardener who enjoys rolling in mud and wearing low-slung pants.

There are 1,016 people in the freshman class at Harkness College. I can’t be the only socially awkward nerd girl virgin among them. Right? It’s time I learn to talk to guys without blushing and stammering. So I take a confidence-building job at the student tutoring center. Twelve bucks an hour, plus human interaction. What could go wrong? A fun-loving French Canadian hockey hunk, that’s what.

It's been eight years since I've been stranded on this desert island. Eight long years of eating the same food, walking along the same beach, staring at the same trees all day long. But everything changes when a young, beautiful girl washes up on my shore. Her plane crashed in the ocean. She's stranded on the island now. This is my island and that means she belongs to me. I'll never be bored again. Not with those delicious curves and that pretty face. This desert island just got a whole lot more interesting. With her here, it just became a paradise.

When Dahlia decided to become a foster mother, she had a few caveats: no howling newborns, no delinquents, and above all, no girls. A harrowing incident years before left her a virtual prisoner in her own home, forever wary of the heartbreak and limitation of a girl’s life. Eleven years after they began fostering, Dahlia and Louie consider their family complete, but when the social worker begs them to take a young girl who has been horrifically abused and neglected, they can’t say no.

It doesn’t bother me if you call me a motoho. Ever since my cheating bastard of an ex-fiancé left me with an STD that rendered me infertile, I’m not looking for a relationship, but I do occasionally have an itch to scratch. With Thunder Valley Raceway nearby, there’s no shortage of motocross riders passing through town, and they’re fit, fine, and looking for a good time, not a long time. So why shouldn’t I partake once in a while? Still, I’m a little surprised Tyler Biggs was game; he’s not known as a player, unlike some riders I could name.

Firebrook Castle is haunted. I never believe silly ghost stories…until I suddenly inherit the crumbling Firebrook estate. And now I’m a human bravely staying the night in an old ruin to prove that tales of ghostly Hyrrokin soldiers are just that…tall tales. And then I scream like a little girl when I discover a black-horned, satanic-looking male standing at the foot of my bed, who isn’t entirely corporeal. Each night this scary, shirtless apparition with an exquisite six-pack of abs hovers at my bedside. Is this “ghost” stalking me? And…why do I like it?

A winged satanic-looking male left his baby on my doorstep. Why he chose to leave his adorable infant on the porch of a total stranger, and the only human female on Salo for miles, I’ll never know. Babies are completely foreign to me. But I do my best to feed and care for her as if she were my own. Whispered footsteps and the faint brush of feathers from something muscular and possessive silently enters my home. And then one day I fully see him—the baby’s father. My breath catches in my throat as this devil—slash—angel wraps his white wings around me.

I’m the Hyrrokin High Priest of a remote monastery on the planet Salo. I spend my days in quiet contemplation, keeping my flame-throwing banked and nursing my war wounds. And I take my vows of silence and celibacy very seriously. Very. Seriously. Then one day a mouthy, gorgeous human female is dumped onto the stone steps of the main altar. And suddenly I’m tempted like never before.

I scented my mate and she disappeared before we could meet, leaving behind a forgotten piece of clothing. It’s driving me crazy. I’ve checked every unmated human female, asking if this mysterious red fabric is hers. Pissing off other males in the process, but what do I care? I’m on a quest to find my future bound, no matter what.

He sat behind me in Intergalactic High School, pulling on my braids with silver-tipped claws. Knocking my books to the ground and smoke-laughing at my dismay. He was always there, lurking around, scaring away all my possible dates.