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Dr. Layanna James has mastered the art of healing broken hearts—except her own. At forty, she's one of the world's top cardiothoracic surgeons, but the sudden loss of her husband Angel has left her emotionally hollow and clinging to the routine of a life that no longer fits. Caleb Black knows grief intimately. A retired pro athlete, he once dreamed of traveling the world with his wife, Maria—until illness stole her from him far too soon. Now grounded in Winston Hills, he finds unexpected solace in the one woman who truly understands his pain: Layanna, his late best friend's wife.

The Raze are coming. And Hiral is not prepared. Hiral and his raid group have achieved A-Rank and conquered the Cradle of Tomorrow, but there’s no time to celebrate. Closing the Black Gates won’t be enough, the Raze will still overwhelm all of Genesis. Now, the only chance the world has lies...

The 8th and finale installment of the RUNE SEEKER Progression Fantasy series from J.M Clarke, Bestselling Author of Mark of the Fool, written with C.J. Thompson. Unlock a weak-to-strong progression into power and a detailed LitRPG system with unique classes, skills, dungeons, achievements...

Sumi is on top of the world. Well, as on top as one can be after learning a relative one never met has died, leaving one a small fortune. Taking this as a sign to follow her dreams, quitting her job, moving to Cambric Creek, and opening a flower shop is the obvious move. Applying for franchise ownership with a flower conglomerate seems so easy—they provide the equipment, the distribution contracts, and all she needs to do is front the money. But she didn't realize chasing after her dream might cause someone else to lose hold of their own.

These forgotten witches aren't too wicked to fall for. A coven of shadows with a curse on my heart and my house. They bake f*cked-up cupcakes in my kitchen and unalive influencers in my front yard. These men make zombies out of their own relatives, and a panting mess out of their own wife. The Witchwoods are a violent stain on the world. Eradicating that blight is worth the dirty, rotten things we do. With a second coven's sacrifice, we can close the gate. Locking the Hag Wytch in her supernatural prison has to be easier with more witches.

I accidentally married three witch stalkers. They've escaped perpetual hell, courtesy of yours truly. They've also gone viral with their annoying thirst trap asses in leather. #theWitchwoodBoys Fine. The power of magic is worth the price.

When beauty becomes a curse, even the gods can turn cruel. Before she was the most feared monster in Greek mythology, Medusa was a devoted priestess seeking peace in Athena’s temple. But one night of divine violence shatters her life, and the goddess she served answers not with mercy, but with a terrible punishment. Transformed into a creature whose gaze turns men to stone, Medusa is cast out from the world of the living and driven into a lonely exile. Hunted by warriors hungry for glory and remembered only as a monster, she must learn to survive the horror she never chose. But as her ...

An evidence-based approach to community college transformation featuring innovative practices that strengthen offerings and foster student success In More Essential Than Ever, researchers Davis Jenkins, Hana Lahr, John Fink, Serena C. Klempin, and Maggie P. Fay center US community colleges as...

They tricked me into a dark and unholy union. Three bastards in witch hats, leather pants, and iron masks. These supernatural stalkers have claimed me for their coven. They won't go away. These assholes will. not. leave. All because I fell for an urban legend: touch the Witch's Tree on a moonless night and discover magic. Wholesome magic like: kinky rituals, blood sacrifice, and jizz potions. Oh, and a forest god who eats people—while they're still alive and screaming. Send help, and I'll send cupcakes.

Violet is a typical, down-on-her-luck millennial: mid-twenties, over-educated and drowning in debt, on the verge of moving into her parents' basement. When a lifeline appears in the form of a very unconventional job in neighboring Cambric Creek, she has no choice but to grab at it with both hands. 

As CEO Calla Black by day and the masked dominatrix known only as The Black Dahlia by night, I built a life that kept everyone at a distance. Control kept me safe. Rules kept me steady. And then James Carter Jr. walked into my world with his slow Southern charm and a hunger that matched the darkness I thought I had buried. I could handle him. I convinced myself I could. What I never expected was her.

They thought the Enemy was the worst of their foes. They were wrong.

Who was Friedrich Nietzsche? This lonely and chronically ill, yet passionate, daring, and complex man is perhaps the most mysterious and least understood of all contemporary philosophers. Why are his brilliant insights so relevant for today? How did he become the most misinterpreted and unfairly maligned intellectual figure of the last two centuries?

Ajaih Jeffries is a 42-year-old Air Force veteran with battle scars you can't always see. After years of unraveling generational pain and rediscovering her voice, she's found refuge and pleasure in the arms of a loving, affirming polycule. But when a deeply buried trauma resurfaces, Ajaih finds herself in the emergency room, breathless and spiraling… until she locks eyes with the nurse who helps steady her world with nothing more than a quiet touch and a look that lingers.

Whoa, there. Stop right now. You don’t want to listen to this. Trust me. You really don’t want to listen to this. So back away slowly, hands up, and I won’t have to kill you. They might, though. They might be willing to warm my bed, but I wouldn’t say I trusted them. Just a bunch of psychos, really. My three f--kboys, my three psychos.

I did not intentionally get my butt stuck to a frozen toilet seat. I did not mean to spray my favorite singer in the face with pepper spray. Promise: I'm just a fangirl, not a stalker. Pop-rock band, Inked Pages, has just rescued this failed bookshop owner from a desolate rest stop. These four spicy rockstars plan to drop me off at home and skedaddle to their ultra-viral holiday concert. But the blizzard is a Christmas miracle in disguise.

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Ancient monsters have risen. Forgotten gods stir. And something older than creation—Kek, the primordial god of darkness—is coming for her. As her five fated mates rally to protect her, uncovering buried secrets and unraveling prophecies, Katrina is forced to confront a terrifying possibility: she may be the key to resurrecting a forgotten goddess… or the only force strong enough to stop the apocalypse. But embracing her full power could mean becoming the very darkness she's fighting against.

I'm the princess to a dirty throne of motorcycles and madness, daughter of the president of the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. My father's four closest officers—men dressed in blood and death and sin—they're my honor guard, cloaked in leather vests and tattoos. Only, there's nothing honorable about them at all. They're all wrong for me. Every motorcycle club has its old ladies. These guys...they share one. They share me .

Harper Hollingsworth wasn't looking for a friend. She wanted peace and quiet. Someplace to lose herself in a book and not think about being a misfit; not think about her coven or her disconnect from the craft as her mother taught it. She didn't want to think about her lack of magical ambition, as she was regularly told by her mother's poison-tongued familiar, and more than that—she didn't want to feel. Anything.