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Starting that online game was my attempt to find happiness. Something to fill my life other than the demands of Heaven and the rest of my unit. I didn’t expect to find Sam. Even with screens between us, Sam makes me feel more alive than I have in millennia. I find myself counting down the minutes until I can go online and be with him.

I’ve been alive for millennia and have yet to meet my fated mate. It’s not something I’ve ever cared about; my heart already belongs to another. Someone I can’t have. Someone who doesn’t want me. Now I know we’ll never be together. Unlike me, he’s found his fated mates. Two of them. That’s fine. As leader of the Seraphim, Heaven’s most elite unit of angels, I don’t have time for love.

Have you ever wondered what happens when the world of magic meets honest craft? Then perhaps you've never met an artificer before. Self-sorting wardrobes, ever-burning candles, front doors that turn away unwanted visitors—whatever you need, an artificer can make it. Does that sound like the job for you? Then venture into Sunhampton, the little town where each morning greets you with a cup of coffee and the promise of a bright day.

I'm probably the galaxy's worst bounty hunter, but I swear on my life, my tech told me the unconscious male I found was my mark.Now I have a very, very angry Gryn gladiator in my hold who shouldn't be there and I don't know what to do with him. Once he's calmed to a mere simmer, Klynn demonstrates his ability to escape from any where he pleases and I have no option but to strike a deal if I don't want to wake up with a Gryn attempting to eat me alive.

Imagine if you could craft anything your mind conjures up: heated winter boots that tie their own laces, castle gates that open only to your voice, and self-filling coffee mugs that rarely go empty. Intrigued? Then visit the sunlit village of Sunhampton, a haven of cobbled lanes, aromatic coffee houses, and little stores where something will always catch your eye. Once there, take a sip of your spiced tea, savor a cinnamon pastry, and follow Lewis as he strives to become the best crafter in town.

Jude Whittingham didn't expect his football season would be spent in the stands recovering from injury. With rest and rehab his primary focus, Jude finds his mind is becoming as messed up as his Achilles tendon. It doesn't help that Neva, one of his many ex-girlfriends, and the team's nutritionist, has now been assigned to his case. Neva has more to worry about than dealing with Jude. After a series of disastrous dates and time-wasting relationships, her hope of having a baby is fading. Neva's problem—no one has passed the audition phase or come close to being father material.

Jane must return to the one place she fears most. Her family home. Jane's father was murdered in cold blood at the family home. The killer was never found. In the years since, Jane has done everything in her power to stay away from that house. To forget the nightmare and get on with her life. But now she has to go back. Her mother is ill and Jane must care for her. Her husband Joe goes with her but soon after they arrive at her family home, he begins to act strangely. Adding to her unease, Jane's brother Dan is openly hostile.

Dunkirk, the Battle of Britain, the Channel Dash, North Africa, Sicily, Dieppe, D-Day, and the fight against the V1 menace—Group Captain Bobby Oxspring saw action in many of the most famous battles of the Second World War. His memoir, Spitfire Command, is a remarkable account of life as one of The Few, charting his journey through the war, flying all marks of the Spitfire—from the Mk I to the Mk XIV—right through to when he ended operational duty just a week before the war ended.

As a footballer, my first touch of the ball was key. Control, timing, dexterity and skill were all needed to ensure I scored. I figured it wouldn't be dissimilar in a relationship, only even though I was one of Manchester Athletic's star players, I didn't actually know for sure. I'd never had a girlfriend. I'd never, you know—scored. I trained, I joked with my teammates, I helped my mum out with my cousins who she was bringing up. I was studying for a degree, even though it was going to take me years to get it. I hung around at Kitty's café. The coffee was good, but coffee wasn't my thing.

As the captain of Manchester Athletic, I know exactly what persona the media and fans need to see. Everything else is behind tightly closed bedroom doors. I didn't have a pretty childhood. I'm all kinds of broken. The only relationships I have contain boundaries, non-disclosure agreements, and safe words. My best friend and teammate is one of the few people who knows about what I do in private. My problem? The one woman I think I can fall in love with—his sister.

Greyson hides many things from the Unseelie Court when they invade his estate each autumn for the Wild Hunt. During his required appearance as host, he is surprised to find a human among the glittering fae. She can see him even when he is using his stealth magic, which means only one thing—they are soul mates. Can he protect her amidst the swirl of fae politics and a plot against her life?

Hate sex with the maid of honor at my best friend's royal wedding . . . I blame the vodka. Or maybe it was seeing how damn good she looked in that dress. The way it hugged every curve and accentuated her best assets. I definitely won't admit it might be because seeing the prince find his own princess means I'm going to be alone. Something that has terrified me since being orphaned. Grandmother is the only family I have left in this world. And losing myself in the woman who drives me absolutely mad was an easy escape from that reality.

When my best friend goes on a date with a mutual acquaintance, I'm supposed to be happy for him, not so angry I want to start screaming. Devon and I have been close ever since we were children, but I’ve never been possessive of him. Until now. Seeing him with another man makes me want him in ways I’d never imagined wanting anyone before, and now all I can think about is having him in my arms. My jealousy is starting to get the better of me, both on and off the rugby pitch, and I can't stop losing control. And Devon has noticed.

The two blue lines weren't the last things I saw on Earth, but they may as well have been. Knocked up and abducted, I know how lucky I am to have landed a job with a horned alien arms-dealer where my accountancy skills come in surprisingly useful. However, I can't imagine my new employer is going to want to keep me on with a baby in tow. And when the massive, ridiculously handsome, winged gladiator growls MINE...I know I'm done for.

When a young woman’s body is found at a cave entrance by the pretty fishing village of Robin Hood’s Bay, DCI Tom Raven is called to investigate. A trail of footprints leads from the body on the shore to the nearby youth hostel. But the killer’s identity is far from clear as the picturesque façade of Robin Hood’s Bay conceals more than it reveals.

Three is the magic number. I gave them my heart, and they gave me theirs. But the downside of living my best life is that I have everything to lose. And sometimes it's not the obvious thing that rips it all away. It's fate. It's chance. It's the worst luck in the world for the soul who least deserves it, leaving me drowning in the one cruelty I can't take. The one storm I can't weather. I'm not a religious man. Not even close. But I'm praying right now. For her. For him. For me.

I'm very professional, but I'm not superhuman. I can't resist a broody man in a suit, and the new principal wears his well. He's so put together and sophisticated—a far cry from the duds I've been out with lately. On top of that, his smooth British accent gives me the feels. I didn't think men like Oliver Westbrook existed in real life. I just wish I would've made a better impression at our first faculty meeting. In fact, I wish every encounter with him didn't end with me nervously sweating through my blouses. If only I could stop putting my foot in my mouth.

Hellworld. Wolf IV. It's the next stop for Captain Scott Hunter, who'd been given a choice. Get booted, or join the Hell Squads. For Russel Corbie, it was prison or the Hell Squads. Megan DeChance was an ESPer, so for her the only other choice was death. That's the kind of choice you're given when your new job puts you on the frontlines of the dangerous unknown.

Before Owen Deathstalker, there was the Twilight of the Empire . . . Mistworld. The day would come when it would be a key world in Owen Deathstalker's Rebellion. Now, it's as it's always been, a world on the edge of the Empire, a lawless one, shielded from the outside by powerful ESPers. A world where Leon Vertue can run his body bank, where a burglar like Cat has more to fear from other thieves than the Empress' justice, a world where Investigator Topaz is determined to make her mark.

As Manchester Athletic's record signing, I should be basking in the adoration of fans and enjoying the perks that come with the job. Only that's never been my style. I keep a low profile and stay focused on doing my job. A chance one-night stand on my way back from the States is about as anonymous as I can make it. She had no idea who I was, and I was pretty sure she gave me a fake name too. No numbers were exchanged, and we headed back to our so-called ordinary lives. The chance of a repeat should've been zero. Until we meet again in Manchester.