Romance can be a little complicated when you get sucked into a wormhole. Just ask high school English teacher June Flint. One little solar flare happens and suddenly you find yourself 85 years in the future. Eighty-five years from your dream job. Your ailing mother whose only companion in this world is you. Your favorite stuffed-crust pizza from DeLucia’s on Sunday nights. But when June’s cell phone inexplicably picks up a signal, she’s able to call back to the present—more specifically, four weeks before she accidentally time traveled.

Eight years ago I fell into a secret summer fling with my best friend’s little sister before our lives went in different directions. Now, I’m the grumpy to Juliet’s sunshine on a popular dating podcast we host, and when a wealthy fan gives us a charming coastal cottage as the biggest thank you ever, we head to the town where I grew up to give it a makeover. And find the house has only one bed. Located under a mirrored ceiling.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Jane Austen fan Amelia Bennett sneaks away from a dull tour of an English country manor, only to run into a man more dashing than Mr. Darcy himself. About to lose his ancestral home to family debts, charming aristocrat Tom Calder invites his American guest to join him in drinking his way through the estate’s priceless wine collection. But when they wake in his bed the next morning, they’re convinced that in their drunken haze they witnessed a murder. Problem is, the body has vanished and no one believes them.

Iris Nightingale is more than okay. She has her life planned out to a perfect schedule. Work, run, sleep, repeat. She spends her quiet Friday nights sitting alone on a bench in the park, trying to push back the memories that no amount of running can help her escape. But one evening, there’s someone else on her bench - Hunter. Tall, wry and infuriating: everything about him gets under Iris’s skin. Little does she know that he's about to upset more than just her routines...

When I tapped into incredible powers I never knew I had that wild night, I suddenly became the target of a dangerous ruler. He believes that with me by his side, he’ll rule the world. Unfortunately for him, I have three handsome mates who aren’t about to give me up. My dragon shifter will burn the world down before he lets someone else have me. My mutant, with a heart of gold, will fight with his last breath to protect me. And my berserker will face his darkest demons to keep me by his side.

I was a dead king's sacrificial bride, until his murderer claimed me as his. Zabriel invaded my country of Maledin on the back of a monstrous, fire-breathing dragon and took me prisoner. The lethal Zabriel towers over me in steel plate armor, and he could easily crush the life out of me-but the Flame King isn't interested in harming me. Instead, he destroys everyone who has hurt me in a storm of fire and vengeance.

Mara Vance never thought her useless psychology degree would lead to studying an actual monster. Subject X-13, aka "The Nightmare," is armed with sharp teeth, claws, and a constantly shifting form… yet Mara finds the huge shadow creature as intriguing as he is terrifying. As Mara studies him, she soon realizes that The Nightmare is far more intelligent than her shady superiors say he is. And every night, she indulges in twisted fantasies about the same monster. What happens in her dreams stays in her dreams—right?

Four years ago, I fled from my wedding to four fiancés. These men hate me and magically hunt me through the realm as they rule without me. But after overhearing a plot to destroy my little sister, I have no choice. I have to convince them to trust me. Her life and the life of the kingdom depend on it.

He's a walking nightmare, and our love is a twisted dream… She's been a plaything for the dark elves for far too long. I'll kill all of them to make her mine. Their screams of agony will be replaced… By our screams of pleasure. I know that once I have her in my claws, she'll never want to leave. Yes, I terrify her. But that just makes the pleasure so much stronger. I've been a monster for so long. Now, I've found the woman who will be my mate for the rest of her life. If she surrenders, we will reign forever—our lives lost in bliss. And if she runs, her death will be quick.

Elyseans are so wise… Elyseans are so beautiful…. Elyseans are divine… Elyseans are power-hungry assholes with a god complex. Yes, I said it. Sue me and bring out your pitchforks. Unfortunately for me, the deadly Elysean Trials are right around the corner. Despite my unpopular opinion of them and anything Olympian-gods related, when they unleash their strange blue birds to select mortals around the country as candidates, one of them chooses me.

For fans of determined plus-sized heroines and cinnamon-roll bear shifters, A Polar Expedition is the first standalone novella in the Shades of Sanctuary series, where the vibes are cozy, the heat is high, and the mates are monstrous. Grab a cup of tea and snuggle in because while the burn might be slow, the HEA is only a few hours away!

Not only is my boyfriend dead, but he left me with a sizable loan in my name to a mafia boss. When Dimitri Federov, a handsome, loaded Russian playboy, appears on my doorstep, I panic. He wants money to repay the debt. Money I don't have. The prick offers me a solution—pay with my body. I turn him down flat, but the indecent proposal remains in my thoughts, forever reminding me of what could have been…

The Daymakers were the hottest alt-rock band since the nineties, the masked members making fans swoon at the very thought of who might be hiding under the skull masks. Known only by their stage names—Royal, Hero, Poet and Knight—their real identities were a carefully held secret.

A god wants me dead. My ancestors stole half his soul then imprisoned him in Tartarus, thinking he'd be forgotten. That he could never return. They were wrong. The day he rips open a portal between our worlds, my life is over. As the current guardian of his cursed soul, my head is on the chopping block, but there's a snag in his plan. This dark god believes he's my fated mate. We're not, but he refuses to take no for an answer. When he kidnaps my cousin, I'm forced to make a deal. To rescue her, I have to spend six months in Tartarus. Pretending to be his mate. His queen.

The family has one motto and a list of rules. The family isn't something you join. You can only be born into it. The family is mine. I am the family's. Until I see her. She doesn't see me. But, I must have her. I need to own her.

The ruthless mafia king is no stranger to violence, but when he lays his eyes on my bruised and battered face, he's furious. I thought my makeup was thick enough to cover the beating I suffered until my inappropriately flirtatious boss noticed. As a cocktail waitress in his casino, I've always been on Mr. Salvato's radar, but now he's obsessed, demanding to know who hurt me and why, intent on making them suffer.

All I've ever known is how to be a good girl. My father called me his little jewel. I was the promise of a better life for us all. So I studied hard and treated everyone kindly, just like he'd taught me. Until I witnessed three vile boys kill.

Sloane walked out of my life eight years ago, and in the wake of her departure, people say I turned cold. Callous. Ruthless. But now she's suddenly back, crashing into my life like a hurricane and upending everything I've built since she's been gone. Worst of all, she acts as though things can go back to the way they were before and we can just pick up where we left off. She's wrong. She'll learn soon enough that I'm not the lovesick boy she once left behind, and I'll never forgive her for the way she left.

Wolfgang Volker is many things: vampire, psychopath, connoisseur of fine living. But impulsive? Never that. Until the day he sets foot in Hyde Park and catches a certain enticing scent on the wind. His mate is here, gorgeous and oblivious and undeniably human. And it doesn't take long for Wolfe to make the most impulsive move of his whole undead existence.