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You know how it went for me. You know what he did. You know the fire he left inside my soul when he crushed me into a thousand tiny pieces. Since Marcus, my life has been a blur of emptiness. Since Marcus, there has been nothing. I'm alone, my mom is dwindling, and I feel nothing but emptiness. I work long, I work hard, but why?

Demons don't know how to love. Since I don't mix summoning and relationships, that's fine by me. But neither of those facts keeps us from sneaking into each other's bedrooms at night. And day. And pretty much any time not spent tracking down Em's killer. It was supposed to be a bluff. Going to them after they took everything—my apartment, my job. It was a power move. But now I'm here, living with three dangerous, powerful demons who can't decide if they want to bone me or bury me.

Run. He told me to run. So I ran. It turns out just because you run from something, it doesn't mean it can't find you. He's coming for me. He wants what I hold closest. He wants to lie, manipulate, and use me. He wants me to betray him. Rafael. Leader of the Italian Mafia. Love of my life. Father of my child. He's going to make me do the unthinkable. There is no way out. I'm trapped and about to make the biggest mistake of my life.

A sane witch would never summon the immortal Demon Lords of Blackwood. Not if she expects to keep breathing. Everyone knows that. So imagine my surprise when, in a reckless and drunken effort to avenge my sister's death, I summon a revenge demon.

Nia has spent her life locked in fear, her choices stripped away by a cult that turned survival into obedience. Freedom was never meant for someone like her—until she lands at the doorstep of the Fallen Sons MC. And meets Talon. Breathtaking. Brutal. Untouchable. He’s the kind of man who ruins people. The kind who doesn’t flinch at violence, or love, or anything in between. She should stay away. Instead, she finds herself drawn to him in a way that terrifies her. When the cult resurfaces—armed with secrets they’ll kill to keep buried—Talon and the club becomes her only shield. ...

It’s time for women to become more empowered to invest than ever before. No matter what business a woman is in, it’s key that she is not just entrepreneurial minded but investment minded. Most women are one paycheck or one man away from being bankrupt or homeless. Even those with businesses pour their earnings back into the business, and, in the end, never truly see long-term wealth. It’s time for that to change.

There are many times in our lives that we can experience trouble and feel helplessly out of control. Help Is on the Way is an audiobook that you can turn to in order to gain back the full control in your life. God is the only one that is perfectly able to sustain us and help us all in our times of need. The Bible guidance from the scriptures and Christian teachings that you will discover in this audiobook will help you to find the most clear righteous path of living guided by God.

Seven years ago, Marlie Jacobson was kidnapped by a serial killer - and lived to tell about it. But it was actually her mother who told the story, in a best-selling book that made Marlie famous. Today, she's known as the girl who slew a killer. The one who got away. Now, there's just one thing Marlie wants to get away from: her past. But when her little sister disappears, her worst fears come rushing back-with a vengeance.

We're 13 girls, captive to a man we rarely see. Obedience will become all we know - it is the only emotion we're permitted to feel. When we're bad, we're punished. When we're good, we're rewarded. Our scars run deep, yet we survive because we have to - because he teaches us to. All of us are special, we feel it with everything we are. He has us for a reason, but it's a reason we don't know. We haven't seen his face, but we know that something deeply broken lies beneath the darkness. With every touch, with every punishment, we know it.

Blackwood is under siege and it's all my fault. My conscience won't let me rest until I've made sure the outcasts living here are safe. No harm will come to them because of my actions. And, since the Lords are out of commission—also my fault—they can't stop me. But it also means they can't bail me out. I have to figure this out on my own, or I'll never find closure on Em's murder. So I'll step through that portal. I'll face my fears and desires alike because Blackwood is in danger. And no one messes with my city.

After the death of her husband four years ago, Hartley Watson is finally ready to meet someone - and maybe even have a second chance at love. But then, just as her dating life seems to be getting started, Hartley is struck with a horrifying realization: Someone is watching her. Entering her home. Even knows the intimate details of her life. How else to explain the strange deliveries, or the sudden appearance of mementos from her dead spouse - ones that she had kept for so long in storage?

Slater: For over a decade I searched for her. She disappeared a long time ago, but I never gave up. The hope of seeing her again was the only thing that kept me holding on for so long, clutching onto the small chance that she might know who I am when I found her again. Ellie: I don’t know who he is, and yet something about him seems strangely familiar. I know nothing of who I am. All my memories are like hazy nightmares. I don’t know which ones are real and which ones are fake. I don’t even know my own name. I don’t know anything about my past.

In the darkness is where I first met him, alone at a water fountain, tears rolling down my cheeks, ready to give up. From the shadows, his voice came to me, soothing, comforting, rough as the blackest night. I didn’t see him. I don’t even know his name. All I know is he saved me that night. He put my back on my feet. And he’s kept me on them. Every time I’ve needed him, he’s found a way to come to me, my stranger of the night, my dark warrior. My name is Scarlett. You probably know me. I’m America’s number-one country-music star.

I'm just a normal girl. Or so you would think. I never thought of myself as anything different. Until I met him. Rafael Lencioni doesn't think I'm normal. He thinks I'm special. Special enough to be in his life. Special enough to enter his world. Special enough for his bed. My story is the one that's never told. I'm not the daughter. I'm not the wife. I'm not a sister or a mother. I'm not his enemy, and I'm not his friend. I'm not who you think I am. So for me to fit into their world, I have to do something I never wanted in my life.

Dear Fury, I get it, okay. You didn’t sign up to become a fill-in father, or uncle, or biker dad, or whatever it is you want to call yourself. But the hard truth is, you don’t have a choice. I don’t want to have to be the one to point out that you can’t send your niece to school with no food. Have you met kids? They eat a lot. I’m trying really hard not to get involved, trying not to let her sweet little voice sway me into calling you and telling you that I don’t like how you’re handling things. But it’s really hard. Because dammit, she’s a good kid and I can’t sit back ...

Unless you're a mom, you just wouldn't understand. The crying, the diapers, the late nights, the early mornings. The laughter, the smiles, the joy, the blessing. I get it. I'm living it. I love it. I also know that sometimes, moms need a break. A rest away from the world, away from their troubles, away from the everyday hustle and bustle. A ranch retreat run by hot cowboys for a month? I'll pay double. One whole month of nothing but fun and adventures. I don't think those cowboys knew what they were in for when they signed us up.

Crazy eyes. You know the ones: the empty, soulless eyes of a person who has nothing left inside - nothing but a bottomless pit of insanity and desperation. Their eyes lose their sparkle, the very thing that makes them who they are. In place of that, you’ll find nothing more than bitterness. I have those eyes - that same broken soul. So I changed my life, started anew. But she found me. Now the lies I’ve kept wound deeply in my chest are unravelling.

They say there's a fine line between love and hate. There is. I fell in love with a monster. He used me. He destroyed me. He made a fool out of me. I didn't know it at the start. You never do. You think you have found the man of your dreams. You think nothing could break you apart. How wrong you are.

Quinn has spent her whole life working in her dad's garage, leaving her more comfortable with a carburetor than a curling iron. Her world is turned upside down when her beloved garage is bought by none other than world famous, sexy as sin, custom car builder, Tazen Watts. He's the one man she can't stand...even though he makes her hotter than a high performance engine in top gear.

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