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"You will go to Rathe University, live among the giftless and those of light magic. You, Knight Deveraux, will learn to coexist." I've never heard more wasted words in my life. Then again, the gifted counsel never did have much to say that wasn't. The only members amongst them who speak a thing worth listening to are my parents, the king and queen of the Stygians, the people of Dark magic. Unfortunately for me and my brothers, they've chosen to play nice instead of sinking their talons into anyone who dares demand a thing from their heirs. In this instance at least.

For as long as I can remember, I've had one dream. Go to the same college as my friends, become the starting quarterback of a division one team, and hear my name announced to the world come draft day. The path was clear, and things were falling in place perfectly. And then she came along. Now I'm in love with a girl . . . whose heart was buried alongside the boy she gave it to. The ghost I can't compete with. The father of her newborn son. She wants me to walk away, to focus on my love for football, but I can't, because I have a new dream. And it begins and ends with them.

A 2022 study from SWAN (Study of Women's Health Across the Nation) showed that Black Women reach menopause almost a year earlier than White women, and often have worse symptoms. As well as the hot flashes, trouble sleeping, and hair thinning, Black Women were found to be less likely to receive adequate support and treatments.

"Girls like you aren't exactly welcomed at a place like this, so keep your head down and look the other way." Those were the exact words of my social worker when she dropped me in my newest hellhole, a place for "troubled teens". I didn't listen, and now I'm on their radar. Too bad for them, I don't follow rules. Too bad for me, they're determined to make sure I do. Inconceivably attractive and treated like kings...these are the boys of Brayshaw High.

Growing up, I've always lived on the wrong side of the tracks. I'm used to the stares, name calling, and disrespect. A tragic accident that leaves me short three of the only people I've ever loved has me devastated enough to try to end my own life. Just when I think there's no hope, I find a reason to live again, or four of them as a matter of fact. Lucas, Maverick, Teagan, and Goose. But what happens when those bonds are tested? I'm not so sure that I'm strong enough to take yet another blow to the heart. My name is Kendall Davis, and what if my story doesn't have a happy ending?

Why settle for an ordinary relationship when it can be legendary? The Miracle Morning for Couples uses Hal’s Life S.A.V.E.R.S. to put you on a path of personal development and growth, so you can show up for your relationship and get more joy, greater intimacy, and a lifelong friendship.

Ainsley Morelli was everything I craved, the breath in my lungs, my only home. But she sent me to die, and threw dirt on my grave. That was another life. When she had the upper hand. In this one, I’m the lead enforcer for KORT. And she’s on the run and in my backyard. I’ve waited years to ruin her and her family. Her smoking gun might do it for me. No need to rush.

"A must read for any mystery lover." – DEANNA RAYBOURN, New York Times bestselling author of KILLERS OF A CERTAIN AGE An abandoned English manor. A peculiar missing portrait. A cozy, deviously clever muder mystery, perfect for fans of Richard Osman and Anthony Horowitz. Jo Jones has always had...

“You don’t belong.” No words whispered in anger have ever rung more true. They’re the Kings of Brayshaw with the world at their feet, destined for greatness and in need of control. I’m the girl from the ghetto with nothing to offer and as defiant as they come. They say it doesn’t matter, that I’m one of them now, and nothing could ever change that. Not even me, should I dare try. But they’re wrong. They underestimate how far I’ll go to protect them. Trouble is coming...and they have no idea.

Bastian Bishop. That’s his name. He’s rough, rugged, and utterly unpredictable. He’s not cautious or contemplative. He’s a volcano. Silent and steady one second, and a nightmare in the next. But that’s not the worst of it. This guy? He’s an outsider, and in my world outsiders don’t belong.

Tiny hole, big pole? It will fit no matter how innocent Chrissy is. This sinfully erotica tale of an older man, younger woman, proves just how pliant innocence can be. All characters featured are 18+. Some stories may contain taboo themes. Readers should be prepared to encounter explicit situations with a lot of lust and very little plot. If you’ve arrived here looking for straight up smut congratulations. If you’re looking for romance and deep plots you should turn around now.

An amateur autistic sleuth. A wry English detective. A murder case that thrusts them both into the wealthy world of the rare artifacts trade… Jo Jones can't seem to catch a break. Trading in city life for the cozy, peaceful hills of the English countryside to take over her family estate should...

La Lune Noire has a pulse. It rules apart from its owners. Backroom deals and electro swing. Extravagant parties and bootlegger tunnels. The walls have secrets. The doors have codes. Ashes and lies. White oak and screams. Champagne and delusions. Hope is the gateway to hell.

Did you just receive a cancer diagnosis? Are you in the midst of chemotherapy and radiation therapy and losing hope? As a medical doctor who is thriving with multiple myeloma, I will show you five scientifically proven ways to naturally confront this horrific disease.

Brandy has influenced the last quarter century of pop music and helped define the R&B legacy of the ‘90s and ‘00s with seven rich, innovative albums. She’s an esteemed vocalist who along the way had to manage the pressures of teenage fame, young superstardom, and self-doubt. These are her Words + Music.

She’s my mission. My prize. My obsession. Ivy Kingston is the most wanted woman in the world for reasons she is completely oblivious to, reasons I intend to capitalize on. She needs a husband to receive her inheritance, so I’m on the hunt for a wife. As long as it’s her. I’m not who she thinks I am. But she has no idea who she really is either. I’ll be her groom. Her keeper. Her lover. And quite possibly her demise.

She’s my secret. My answer. My Ace. I’m a cabal leader for KORT—not a man who gets involved. Never for more than a night. Certainly not with Celeste Carver—a Daddy’s girl whose biggest problem is which politician to marry. All I want is a taste. But the pretentious princess burrows under my skin. And I’m tired of being polite. Once she’s claimed, there’s no going back. Not without ending up six feet under.

Degradation of the Desperate Daughter. That could be the theme song to my life. Always second choice. Second best. Second born. Maybe that’s what possessed me to track down my father’s most formidable enemy, the infamous Enzo Fikile. He’s the nation’s most eligible bachelor, and the crime world I was born into’s biggest threat, but not because he wants to tear it down. No. This man wants to claim his place within it, and if the whispers working their way around are anything to go by, he’s well on his way. And I just offered him a golden ticket.

After months of refusing, I finally agreed to make the move to Alrick Falls. My family thought it was best - that a new scene would be good for me - and I was sick of having the same conversation. So here I am, and the plan is simple. Smile through each day and avoid her at all costs. It's perfect. Until the cocky quarterback comes into play. The last thing I want is his crooked grin and dark brown eyes focused on me. Yet here he is, constantly in my space, pushing me, daring me to care. Telling me what I think and feel, as if he knows. He doesn't know anything.

Fake. That's what we are. That's what we agreed to be. So why does it feel so real? I thought it would have been harder, convincing everyone our school's star receiver was mine and mine alone, but I was wrong. We played our parts so well that the lines between us began to blur until they disappeared completely. The thing about pretending, though, is that someone's always better at it, and by the time I realized my mistake, there was no going back.