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Pucks fly when a Ukrainian/American hockey god tries to shoot around the "no-fraternization" policy with the new social media manager for the team. Twitter is about to explode in this steamy hockey love story!

It's not against any formal rule for us to sleep together. It is, however, strictly forbidden to have feelings for each other. I can't do one without the other at this point. Which means I am doomed. When you don’t know who you can trust, reality distorts, reformulating to meet whatever needs its masters demand. Just like me. Just like Kina. Except everything is different now that we know who we really are. But there’s a second reality. This one can’t be manipulated. Solid and true, it takes our mission, our training, our orders, turning them into nothing but secrets and lies.

I have a secret: I can see visions. For my whole life in St. Neuri, I've struggled with keeping people out, so I don't unlock their future. Alone, I live a quiet existence trying to make sense of what visions are tossed my way, protecting who I can in the process.

I felt starstruck when Troy walked on the elevator. Where did this man come from, I can feel my mouth watering. My mind clears instantaneously while admiring him, I envision him taking me behind closed doors. I’m nearing my thirties, not married, still in therapy learning how to deal with past trauma. This man made me forget with one glimpse from his gorgeous, contagious smile.

When a mysterious job offer brings Carrie Myerson back to the town where her father was set up for a federal crime, she returns - to face a past more dangerous than she ever imagined. And a love more passionate than she ever dreamed. Drug crimes, kidnappings, set-ups and betrayal all unfold as Carrie and her ex-boyfriend, local police officer Mark Paulson, untangle the complicated web of deceit at the heart of her past.

First I called him doctor. Then he made me call him Daddy. We've been friends for two years, but last night, Aaron York took my temperature. The embarrassing way. I was running a slight fever, and he's a medical professional, but we both know that isn't the real reason Aaron pulled my panties down and slid the thermometer in while I squirmed and blushed. Now I'm waiting in his office, bare and on display for a very thorough, intimate examination. But it's not because he's my doctor. It's because he's my Daddy.

Generations at Work offers a refreshing way to root out the causes of workplace clashes and bridge the generational gaps. Now updated to include the Millennial newcomers to the workplace, the audiobook serves as both a sweeping overview of generational differences and a solutions-based managerial guide to molding each group into loyal employees who work effectively with everyone, from tech-savvy, high-needs young people to conformist, hardworking seniors.

When you’re born without a trace, no one knows you’re a weapon. I lie for her. I hunt for her. I kill for her. And above all, I betray my mission for her. She doesn’t know why. She doesn’t care why. I do. Treason comes in many forms. Love is one of them. Our training taught me to be a sociopath. A machine. A pawn. Nothing more than a tool for a larger goal, without attachments or feelings. Our teachers forgot one important detail: Pawns shouldn’t have hearts. Yet we do.

I need to prove Jane is innocent despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. Mirrors, smoke, and lies can conjure a truth that isn't real. Money, bribes, and power can twist reality. What we call proof is all an elaborate magic act. So is love. It's all about what you believe. Who you believe. And I believe Jane. I love her. But it might be too late. Or, worse - it might all be an illusion. If proof is just a magician's sleight of hand, then we're caught in a sick trick. A deadly one. One that doesn't end with applause, but with a bang.

As a CEO and as a dragon, Justin is never afraid to go after what he wants. But when his stock starts tanking and his bad boy image starts doing more harm than good, his publicist comes up with a strategy to change the whole game: fake girlfriend. Justin’s never had trouble with the ladies, but playing up a fake relationship for the press to make him look like a responsible good boy isn't going to be as easy as he thought.

Apprentice Reaper Xavier Devouh has lost his body. But his soul is still here... Inside his twin. For the five kingdoms of Nirus, death is managed by the knights of Grim: the Reapers. When you die, your NecroSeam (the thread stitching your soul to your body) must be reaped to begin your transition into the afterlife. But Xavier never had his Seam reaped. He only remembers being thrown off a cliff before waking inside his brother. But how did this happen? Is his body still alive? And who is the ashen-haired princess from his broken memories?

Everything I know about my life is a lie. The more I dig into my father’s death, the more I find myself in peril. Mark turns out to be a liar, someone I thought I could trust. He’s not what he seems, and worst of all, a part of me can’t let go. My boss might be an international drug lord disguised as a dean at one of the top five universities in the country. Like anyone’s going to believe me if I try to out him? But I can’t help myself.

Ivan Everley, 13th baron of Rothvale, would admit he's the last person on Earth who should have custody over a priceless collection of art. British law affords him the title of lord, but underneath all the trappings he's just a regular guy, despite being a world champion in archery, and certain...proclivities of a private nature. But Ivan's public celebrity is merely a sham - a carefully guarded secret borne out of the pain of betrayal.

This isn't how my life is supposed to end. Then again, a case of mistaken identity got me here. No one is ever who we think they are. Especially my kidnapper, a man whose entire life is designed to deceive. Powerful people want my rescuer to die. I'm just a lure. A pawn. An object. But objects hold meaning. Emotions attach themselves without logic. Like love. I now know that Duff will do everything to protect me. If he gets here in time. And if I can hold on long enough. Because my body can only handle so much. Pushed to the limits, it's finally giving out. Giving way.

I did it. I admit it. I fell in love with Silas. My bodyguard. My protector. My new informant. We’re playing a cat-and-mouse game. I’m not sure whether I’m the cat or the mouse, but I can definitely tell I’m in a trap. A trap with no way out. I’m not who everyone thought I was. The truth is out there, finally turning the lie about me inside out. I am the shameless little lie. It’s finally been revealed, and now even more people want to kill me.

When I share one night with Luca, the captain of St. Dominic’s hockey team, The Cougars, and an alpha of a pride that has feuded with mine for generations, I think that’s all it is: One night. Luca is kind, strong, and beautiful. He’s also way too good for me. One night. That’s it. But then I get pregnant.

"A superb oral history." —The Washington Post Book World "So touching, so exhilarating...no book for a long time has left me so moved or so happy." —The New York Times Book Review The almost unfathomable courage and the undying faith that propelled the Civil Rights Movement are brilliantly...

A Libertine... Jeremy Greymont certainly qualifies. "Sex rough and women loose" is his credo - one he's always taken very seriously, with no deference whatsoever to the society into which he's been born. He's been perfectly content milling along through life on an existence of courtesans and fine Scotch whisky...that is until his grandfather lets him know he's out of time, and his station in life comes with duties attached. Jeremy must produce an heir - posthaste.

In We Could Perceive No Sign of Them: Failed Colonies in North America, 1526-1689, historians David MacDonald and Raine Waters tell the fascinating stories of the many attempts to establish a European foothold in the New World, from the first Spanish colony in 1526 on the coast of Georgia to the final disastrous French endeavors near the arctic.

I never forgot her. Sweet little Katie Baxter. Beautiful. Innocent. Completely off-limits. Or she used to be - eight years ago. I was twice her age then, old enough to know better than to fall in love with a teenager. But loving her was unavoidable. Raw. Real. All too right to be so wrong.