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When the Wildbloods presented their daughters to me on the night of the Tithing, they knew what was to come for the chosen girl. The crescent moon that marked Willow made her mine. I had no choice but to take her. Destiny determined our fates long before we were born, laying our roles out for us. A sacrifice would be made. A tithe paid. Only then would our families be free, at least until the next payment came due.

A cruel fate. Two souls condemned. An impossible love. I knew he’d choose me before he came to our door on the night of the Tithing. I bore the mark that would make me his. It was my ancestor who spoke the words that bound us together, and his demon-god who promised protection for the price of blood. My blood. I was prepared to be that sacrifice if it would keep my family safe. Loving Azrael? The thought never crossed my mind. He was and would forever be my enemy.

Link: I'd never heard of a real life matchmaker before, but grandma insists on introducing me to one and makes sure it's really real when she tells me I'm her matchmaker's new client . . . Normally, I'd do anything for grandma, but this is a big ask. Because I'm not ready to settle down. Not even close. I'm a twenty-something rising star in the NHL—otherwise known as a chick-magnet.

Missing kids isn't one of Ryan Wolfgang's usual cases. "Wolf" is the head of Arrow Tactical Security, a black ops firm that takes on dangerous missions. His life is fast-paced and that's the way he likes it. Alexandria Rolfe has grown up in the shadow of her father—the world-renowned forensic scientist and psychologist, Dr. Richard Rolfe. She's determined to build her own reputation now that she's graduated with her PhD, so when she gets the call about the missing teenager, she jumps at the chance to prove herself.

I wasn’t planning to propose to Raif Jones, the bad boy from the wrong side of town. The one with the tattooed muscles, naughty blue eyes, and dimpled, James-Dean grin. You see, it all started with a series of bad decisions. First was flirting with a dangerous criminal to rescue a little girl I didn’t even know. Second was throwing a massive, masked gala in my small-town hideout (complete with drag queens) and not expecting to draw attention… Then Raif rode in on a motorcycle and melted my undies (and my heart), saying he wouldn’t let anybody hurt me.

I didn’t get to say goodbye to my mother. When I watched her coffin lower into the ground, I swore I’d never love another that deeply again. I didn’t have to. I found solace in the opposite.

Bronc riding has always been my main focus. The plan was simple: work hard, go pro, and show the world what I was made of. It hasn't been easy, but I did it through dedication and a whole lot of determination. My dreams came true, my life more than fulfilled… Or so I thought. I never knew how much I ached for more until I stopped to help a stranger on the side of a one-lane road one chilly fall afternoon. He couldn't be more different than me, with his messy curls and the chipped black polish.

Fate never prepared me for seeing my mate with the claiming mark of my enemy. She doesn’t know she’s my mate. She doesn’t feel the burning pull between us. The desperate need to love and be loved by me as I feel raging inside me. None of this should have happened this way. I don’t know how she came to be his, but I’ll slowly torture him if his claim has broken my mate’s ability to feel our bond.

You’ve heard the story about the best friends since childhood, the boy and girl who secretly love each other but are too scared to admit it, right? Well, have you heard the one where the twin brother of the boy steps in and kisses the girl to make his brother jealous? No? Then let me enlighten you. Wyatt Gibson has been my best friend since we were in diapers, and I’ve loved him since we were ten. But when Wyatt left for college and I stayed back in our hometown of Newberry Springs, Texas, I gave up on the idea of us ever ending up together, even though he kissed me the night before he left.

Chase Grayson has never been interested in having a relationship that lasts longer than it takes for him and his date to get dressed again. But then he stumbles into a gray-eyed girl whose innocence pours off her, and everything changes. From the minute Harper opens her mouth to let him know just how much he disgusts her, he's hooked.

When Cash Mayson was forced to choose between the love of his life and his unborn child, he knew exactly what he had to do…no matter how broken it left him. When Lilly Donovan was forced to accept that the guy she loved wasn’t who she thought he was and become a single mother, she knew exactly what she had to do…proving just how strong she is. But what happens when years later they find out everything they thought they knew was a lie?

Having everything in order and sticking to my routine is the way I cope with my past. It keeps the nightmares contained. I can't let them out. When I remember, they overtake my world. Which is why I call my family for help when I'm stranded on the side of the road. I'm assured that the man coming to help me is a friend, someone my brother-in-law trusts. I didn't expect he would take my breath away . . . or chase away my demons. Theo revs my engine, but I can't imagine that I'm enough for him. Saving me when I'm stranded isn't the only thing he does. He makes me feel whole.

Babs is no stranger to the MC world. As an ol' lady, she takes the hell that comes with it and dishes it out times two. When things take a turn for the worst, it leaves her questioning just how equipped she is for the hell she lives. She thought her marriage with Locks was it; that she had it all. But the past has a way of sneaking up and tearing life apart. Finding herself trapped as Locks' ol' lady, with the threat she will be his till the grave, her world spirals out of control. The only person risking it all to save her is the last person she thought would care: Bull.

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.

We’re the twin Alphas of Dark Valley, opposite in almost every way but both of us are shocked that we share a mate… and that she’s human. I have no idea how this pretty little woman could handle one of us, let alone both. When lust turns to obsession, neither of us will be able to fight the pull to her and I’m not sure either of us will be willing to share.

Combine one billionaire hockey player on a mission with one struggling nursing student with an independent streak and mix them up good with a matchmaking grandma and you have the perfect rom-com with some of those poignant moments to tug at your heartstrings on the way to a most satisfying ending . . .

Max Boyson looks good...from a distance. But up close and personal, the tattooed hottie Joelle Prima has been crushing on for the past year and half has turned into the prime example of why you shouldn’t judge a book by his delectable cover. When she first learned about the massive renovation to the building they share, Joelle imagined that temporarily combining her Filipino bakery with Max’s neighboring bookstore would be the perfect opening chapter to their happily ever after.

I, Drake Colter, solemnly swear I DO NOT WANT a girlfriend . . . Carefree and ridiculously good-looking, I have the entire student body eating from the palm of my hand—shouldn't I let the ladies on campus have their fill rather than being tied down? If only my brother Drew would take notes from my playbook. As identical twins, we share the same voice, the same face, and the same physique; it's virtually impossible to tell us apart—but that's where the similarities end.

I should've stayed dead. I should've run when he challenged the winning bid. I should've said no to his contract. But the ruthless Don Enzo Alfera gets what he wants. He wants revenge. More than anything, he wants me.

What does a billionaire hockey player and a down and out dog walker have in common? Sabien: Nothing besides my dog—unless you count the sizzling attraction between us. Which makes our arrangement to live together and carry off a fake relationship all the more ridiculous. But I desperately need to give the appearance of settling down and she needs a place to live after being evicted, so my agent—under loud protest—goes along with the deal and writes up a contract.