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Sunderhollow has been snowed in for three generations. The falcons say it's the mountain. The foxes say it's the falcons. Nobody remembers the year it started, only that it started after the falcon king's wife died. Irenka is a fox shifter. She has spent her whole life stealing from the garrison on the ridge and her whole recent year avoiding the falcon prince, who keeps leaving her pastries on a stone wall like that fixes anything. When he catches her wrist on the ice, the fated bond snaps between them, and it is the worst possible thing to happen to two people whose families have been at war for a century. The curse isn't the king. The curse is his grief. It's anchored to the pass, and the only thing that can break it is the old language of the foxes, spoken by someone reckless enough to walk up a mountain in winter and say it to his face. Irenka is exactly that reckless. A fated mates fox shifter fairytale romance with a snowbound village, a stolen songbook, and two families who have to watch.

Ada Emeka has been dreaming of a silver sea for eleven years. Her doctor calls it insomnia. Her ancestors call it something else. One night the sea takes her under and she wakes on a two-moon beach next to Prince Kelechi - heir to a drowned kingdom, who has been dreaming of her bookshop for just as long. His astronomers have one solution for the vanishing coast: a human sacrifice from the other world. Ada is the volunteer. Kelechi smuggles her out of the palace in the dark. That was the easy part. Now they're running along a coast that reshapes itself every time they sleep, while his priests, his sister and the tide itself hunt them down. Ada's dreams turn out to be a map - every night she's been charting the sea that's eating his kingdom. A passionate, sweeping contemporary fantasy romance about the person you'd cross oceans to keep.

Lena Fitzgerald grows poison on purpose and tells the police what killed people. When a body turns up in Fairmount Park with a flower in its throat that hasn't grown in the city for a century, she calls the one man she knows who specializes in impossible plants. Soren Vale supplies her seeds, corrects her Latin, and happens to be a vampire who was the victim's last appointment. He didn't do it. Somebody wants the city to think he did. A dark modern vampire romance with a working botanist, a real poison garden, and a killer who chose the wrong signature to steal.

Anya Sokolov hat Geld durch sechs Hockeyligen geschleust und wurde nie erwischt. Bei ihrer letzten Übergabe wird sie gefasst. Marek Bielski ist der Starting-Goalie der Ravens und hat achtzehn Monate lang dem FBI alles verraten, was er über die Familie weiß, der sein Vertrag gehrt. Er hätte sie nicht retten dürfen. Er hätte sie fallen lassen sollen. Stattdessen bringt er sie nach Norden, in eine Hütte mit einer Straße und keinem Empfang, und hält sie dort durch den schlimmsten Winter des Jahrzehnts. Sie hat die Bücher. Er hat die Aufnahmen. Keiner von ihnen überlebt ohne die Aussage des anderen, und keiner von ihnen ist bereit, laut auszusprechen, was daraus geworden ist. Im März stellen sie sich. Ein düsterer Hockey-Bratva-Roman mit einer gefangenen Heldin, die nie ein Opfer war, einem Goalie als Informant, der nie sauber war, und einem Fall, der eine Hockeyfamilie und jeden Beamten, der weggesehen hat, zu Fall bringen wird.

Ike Bellamy has cut hair on Main Street for twenty-two years, same chair, same radio, same six men. Lottie Ruiz has run the flower shop two doors down for eight, and every Tuesday at 4:15 she brings him a coffee and leaves before he can say anything but thank you. He has been in love with her since the second Tuesday and has never once mentioned it, because her husband was his friend and his customer, and because Ike is not a man who puts himself forward. Now Lottie's rent is going up, her shop is closing in ninety days, and she has a sister in Phoenix with a spare room. Ike has one idea, one unscrupulous landlord who owes him a favor, and no plan at all for telling her. Eight years of Tuesdays. Ninety days to fix it. A man who has never asked for anything.

Lottie Duvall has rebuilt everything in her life with her own hands - a father's shop, a bay full of tools, a mortgage she is three months behind on. She has never let anyone touch her, and she is twenty-five when that finally changes. The man who changes it is forty-seven, quiet as a shut door, and president of the Vultures of Marrowbone, a club with four members, three wives and one very good accountant. She rebuilds his '79 Shovelhead over one long Louisiana summer and he ruins her for every other man in the parish. Then he goes to federal prison for a brother, and she finds out she's pregnant, and she decides that a man with twenty-six months and nothing to offer doesn't need to know. She writes to him anyway. One page a month, no photographs, nothing he can use in a parole hearing. He writes back part numbers and a list of things he intends to do. On the day he walks out, he comes straight to the shop and puts his hand on the fender and asks after the girl.

The auctioneer reads her name wrong and nobody in the crowd corrects him. Jolene Pike is the only woman on the block tonight, and her stepfather put her there. Then Brigg Talbot bids twelve thousand dollars in cash, without blinking, and buys ninety days of her life. He doesn't touch her. He gives her a room, a job, and a locked door she can't open from either side. He takes apart the men who put her on the stage, and he does it quietly. But Jolene didn't survive Nettle Creek to be somebody's property. And when ninety days runs out - or her stepfather comes back with a shotgun - she's going to make it very clear what she's worth. She was never a debt. She was a match.

My father built this family on bodies. He left me the ledger, three soldiers, and a target on my back. Grigori collects debts with his bare hands. Timofei has loved me since we were twelve and never once said it out loud. Roma sold me to a rival cell three winters ago and still expects forgiveness. They came to take the book. I made them an offer instead: stand behind me, all three of you, in my house and in my bed. Or walk away and die broke. They chose to stay. My uncle chose to bury me. I am the first woman to sit in my father's chair. I will not be the last.

Mara Bell gives ghost tours for a living. She knows the rules. But when a tourist disappears into the bayou, she follows-and finds a wounded lycan king bleeding silver instead. Ronan Theroux doesn't mean to bite her. He does. Now the rival pack that poisoned him wants Mara for their ritual, and Ronan can't let her out of his sight without the mate mark burning both of them alive. With two packs hunting them across the Atchafalaya Basin, Mara has to decide whether to cut the bond and go back to her human life-or claim the lycan behind the crown. Bitten by the Lycan King is a hot, fast supernatural romance with fated mates, a bayou chase, and a heroine who bites back.

Cass Ip has spent her whole life earning her way in. Then a great-aunt she never met leaves her a townhouse in Beacon Hill and three men who have been waiting two hundred years inside it. Dorian enforces. Alaric remembers. Teo aches. All three are bound to her bloodline, and now to her, and none of them will tell her the whole truth. Cass tries to refuse the inheritance. The bond doesn't let her - step too far from the house and something in her chest starts to tear. Something else is down there, under the foundation, and it's been eating her family for generations. Cass has three predators leashed to her heart and one monster to kill. She'll use them. She just won't pretend the leash only runs one way.

Nell Prentice inherits her godmother's bookshop in Alder Cove, complete with a tidal creek at the back door and an unpaid mortgage on the rare-book room. Her first week brings a body: the retired harbormaster, drowned in the creek, holding a leather-bound tide log. The sheriff says he slipped. Nell says somebody handed him a message. With the Tuesday book club and a teenager who lives for tide charts, Nell traces the log through harbor records and finds twelve pages cut out - all covering the night the old pier burned. Every member of the book club was on the fire crew that year. Every one of them has been quietly paying the harbormaster to forget which way the wind blew. And tonight, for the nautical-themed meeting, Nell is going to read the tide entries aloud. First in a bright, briny cozy mystery series about books, boats and a town that pays its debts in cash.

Nora Vance came home to run her father's construction company before it ran itself into the ground. Cole Bishop runs the rival shop across town, the one her family has hated for thirty years, and the only contractor in the county who can deliver the new library on schedule. When the board forces them into a joint venture, they spend six weeks brawling in a job-site trailer and four nights not admitting anything. In early spring, Nora finds out she's pregnant. She's already fighting her brothers for the company her mother died in; now she has to decide whether Cole is the enemy or the only person in Fox Hollow who tells her the truth. Through a framing inspection, a Fourth of July nobody survives cleanly, and one very long conversation in the rain, two families' oldest grudge has to get knocked down before anything new can be built. A small-town romance about blueprints, grudges, and choosing the other side.

Elena hasn't spoken to her stepbrother in twelve years. She plans to keep it that way. Then her stepfather starts dying, the Andreou territory starts fracturing, and a man in a black sedan starts following her home from the hospital. Dimitri's solution arrives as a marriage licence with her signature forged on it and a flat promise: two years, then a quiet divorce. She hates him. She also realises, three weeks in, that he is the only person on the planet who has ever paid attention to what she's actually like. When the test comes back positive, he finds it in the bin. He doesn't ask. He doesn't leave. He starts keeping score of her shifts on the refrigerator. Then the shooting starts, and Elena learns what her husband is willing to do to keep a promise he never actually made.

Sloane Whitaker runs her late aunt's yarn shop in Silver Plume, Colorado, is twenty-nine, and has never let a man past the register. When the Flatirons MC's charity auction needs a coordinator, her best friend volunteers her - and her mother wins the club's enforcer, Wade Devers, for four thousand dollars. Wade is six months out of two years in Colorado DOC, wants a shop and a dog and a woman who never has to ask where he is, and he is willing to go as slow as Sloane needs. It takes her six weeks to let him upstairs. It takes Wade's club brother Hackett one phone call to ruin it: a photo of Wade in a Denver motel room with the Flatirons' bookkeeper, posted to the whole chapter. Sloane doesn't cry in front of anyone. She closes the shop, moves to Boulder, and teaches knitting. Fourteen months later Wade walks into her co-op with a keycard log, his parole paperwork, and a statement proving the motel was a meeting with an off-books parole officer. Sloane believes him. She gives him six Sundays. On the sixth, she tells him what she wants.

Eight years ago, Lena Marchetti said no to an arranged marriage and lost her father's fortune, her name, and the man she refused. Now the Rothwell family's fixer finds her in Zürich with an invitation to a midnight auction - and the only lot on the block is her own debt, payable in one currency: marriage. Adrian Rothwell never forgot the night she walked away. He bought the contract to destroy it. He didn't count on Lena showing up in person, wearing his mother's necklace, ready to bargain. Their agreement is cold, private, and temporary. One year. No affection. No bedroom. Then a snowstorm, a locked study, and a box of letters she never sent. A slow-burn arranged marriage romance about a man who buys everything and the woman who finally teaches him to ask.

Lena Sokolova repairs rare books in the shop her grandfather left her. Last year she made the mistake of doing a job for the wrong man - rebinding three ledgers for a brigadier named Kirill Antonov. Four months later, two men shoot up her shop looking for those ledgers, and Kirill arrives after the police leave with a coat for her and no room for argument. He takes her to his apartment, gives her the bed, and tells her the debt is settled when he says it is. She finds something in the third ledger he never returned: six years of theft, signed by his own uncle, blamed on dead men. Eleven weeks, one bed, one pregnancy test bought at nine at night in February, and a pakhan who does not know yet that the woman who repaired his books can read them. Lena presents her evidence to nine men in a room and doesn't flinch. Kirill is promoted. Neither of them wanted it. Their son is born in March.

For two years I have run the same route across Alder Street bridge, and for two years a man has stood at the midpoint and watched me pass. He has never spoken. I have never slowed down. Then the storm took the railing, and I went into the water, and something that was not a person pulled me back onto the deck. His name is Bram Calloway. He is the keeper of this bridge, and he cannot leave it, because the bridge is a door and doors need someone to hold them shut. My sister's hospice is on the other side. The detour costs forty minutes I don't have. So we made a deal: he walks me across, and I bring him something from the far bank. Coffee. A newspaper. A photograph. Every crossing changes him. Every crossing I survive builds a debt in a currency he won't name. And the toll has always been a life.

Kaelira hates the Winterhold prince with a fire she cannot put out. He stole her kingdom, her crown, and her freedom, and now he intends to marry her and drain the flame from her bones to feed his dying wards. She has other plans. Then the wards break, four rival heirs ride through the storm, and the frost god beneath the palace wakes hungry. The only way to stop it is to bind her fire to all four of them. Vareth. The rival. The liar. The boy. Every thread she ties is a chain around her own throat. When Vareth trades her to save his sister, Kaelira discovers she never needed him. She needed four. Bound by the Frostbound Prince is a steamy enemies to lovers fantasy romance with a slow-burn reverse harem, a heroine who refuses to be saved, and a throne that has to be taken.

In Verre, glass remembers. Mirrors show your dreams. Windows show your past. Nothing has ever shown the future. Then Cassian Torel, the empire's finest glassmaker, blows one - and the woman reflected beside him is a stranger he has never met, sleeping in a bed he does not have. Liyana Val has been slipping into his dreams for three years. Sent to spy on him. Staying for reasons she will not admit, even to herself. When the emperor dies, the mirror is condemned to the kiln. Cassian and Liyana flee the capital with it wrapped in sailcloth, to a sea-cliff workshop where the winter is long, the bed is narrow, and every night they share it the prophecy gets harder to refuse. But the mirror isn't the treasure. It's the trap. An epic fantasy sleep play romance for readers who like their magic slow, their glass clearer than their lovers' motives, and their futures built by hand.

Third string means you practice, you dress, and you watch. Priya Raman was fine with that. Then both starting goalies go down in the same period, and the net is hers for six weeks she didn't ask for. Dex Whitmore, the team's leading scorer, decides she's his project. He shows up at 5 a.m. to shoot pucks at her head. He refuses to celebrate his own goals until she stops one. He drives her to appointments she didn't tell anyone she was keeping. She doesn't want a coach. She doesn't want a boyfriend. She wants the crease. But the season doesn't care what she wants, and neither, apparently, does Dex. A college sports romance about the loneliest position on the ice - and the one person who wouldn't leave her alone in it.

Tessa Marchetti knows where the bodies are buried because she's the one who balanced the books. When the club's war with a rival charter goes bad, her brother trades her safety to Rome Vasquez, the club enforcer who blames her for the worst night of his life. Rome moves her into his house, sets her schedule, and reminds her daily that she's the reason things went wrong. What he doesn't know is that she's been copying the ledger since she was nineteen. He thinks he's protecting her. She's been protecting the whole club. A dark bully romance about a girl who outgrew the men who thought they owned her, and the enforcer who learned too late that she never needed him. Contains club violence and on-page coerced proximity.

Lila Harte was hired to photograph a house. She did not expect it to belong to a man who bought it to hide his grandmother's name in the walls. Rafael Serrano is a recluse by design, a billionaire by inheritance, and a coward about exactly one thing: the story of the housekeeper who raised him. When a snowstorm seals the estate, Lila is trapped in the house with him, the caretakers, and a wing that no one photographs. Six days of snow and candlelight are enough for Lila to see what's wrong with the house - and for Rafael to admit it. By the time the roads open, Lila has to decide whether to take the safe assignment or fight for the story that matters. A lush fall forced proximity billionaire romance with a guaranteed happily ever after.

Nadia Okonkwo is the youngest VP in her firm's history, which is what they say when they mean she is in the way. The assignment is supposed to end her career quietly: run the numbers on the hostile takeover of Vell Systems and make them say what the partners want them to say. Nadia runs the numbers. The numbers refuse. Bastien Vell is on the other side of the deal. Forty-eight, ruthless, guarded, and the only person who has read the same report the same way. When a leak puts his company on the block, he assumes she is the one who did it. She isn't. She finds him to tell him so. She should not have gone. Six weeks, one shareholder vote, one ultimatum she cannot win without betraying somebody. When the vote is over, one of them will be holding the company. The other will be holding a choice. Neither of them expects to still be standing.

The state pays Laney Pruitt to find the fatally weak places in bridges. She has found one at Pier 9. Vito Marchetti is told to make the report disappear. He was a captain once, in a different uniform, in a different country. He reads the report twice. What he does instead is hire the engineers himself, move Laney under his roof, and start asking who in his own family paid to have a headstock poured wrong. Someone with a vote and a boat wants this terminal sold, and a forty-year-old inspection is the easiest way to force it. They will not burn the evidence while Vito is holding it. So Vito does the thing you don't do. He takes forty years of port records into a federal building and says his own name first. Laney signs the bridge off five years later. She signs his name off too, on the record, in front of the engineers who said the load would never hold.

Marisol Duarte cleans crime scenes in Brownsville, Texas. Four in a week. Four kinds of blood she didn't cause, doesn't recognize, and can't scrub out of the grout. The crew that handles the jobs nobody else will is run by a vampire named Cordon. He hires her the same night she applies. He's polite. He's old. He knows her mother. When her mother dies, and a rival crew starts feeding in the open, Marisol discovers what her family gave up thirty years ago - and what she's willing to pick up. She will not carry teeth or a sword. She'll carry a squeegee, a respirator, and a straight razor, and she will teach the rival crew how to be cleaned up. A dark modern vampire romance, written in bleach and blood.

Rani Bhattacharya has spent four years turning hockey games into numbers and numbers into wins. She is now the analytics director for a team that made her take a pay cut and assigned her the one player who thinks her job is an insult. Teo Alvarez has a blocked-shot streak in the modern era and a public quote in every article: analytics doesn't play the game. He also has a road trip, a shared office, and a coach who just benched him on her data. The Stallions have one season, one winning streak, and one numbers war going on inside the building. Somewhere between the flight and the twelve-game road trip, Teo starts showing up to the office at midnight. Rani starts leaving a light on.

Rani Bhattacharya hat vier Jahre lang Eishockeyspiele in Zahlen verwandelt und Zahlen in Siege. Jetzt ist sie Analytics-Direktorin eines Teams, das ihr eine Gehaltskürzung verpasst und ausgerechnet den einen Spieler zugeteilt hat, der ihre Arbeit für eine Beleidigung hält. Teo Alvarez hält den Rekord für geblockte Schüsse in der modernen Ära und wird in jedem Artikel mit demselben Satz zitiert: Analytics spielt das Spiel nicht. Er hat auch eine Auswärtsreise, ein geteiltes Büro und einen Trainer, der ihn gerade aufgrund ihrer Daten auf die Bank gesetzt hat. Die Stallions haben eine Saison, einen Siegeslauf und einen Zahlenkrieg innerhalb des Gebäudes. Irgendwo zwischen dem Flug und der zwlf Spiele umfassenden Auswärtsreise beginnt Teo, um Mitternacht ins Büro zu kommen. Rani beginnt, ein Licht brennen zu lassen.

Nessa Quill has always been second best. Then Virewood's selection rite names her consort to four alphas-in-training - mountain, marsh, wolfguard, and a lone alpha nobody claims. Each comes with a court that wants her gone. Each thinks he can lead her. Nessa has spent her life being underestimated. She's about to run four courts against each other, uncover why the rite chose her, and claim the consort's chair that's been empty for a century. Four alphas. One consort. No leash. She'll take them - but on her terms.

She was not looking for a husband. He was not looking for love. Miss Clara Wren has done five seasons of quiet competence, and she is done expecting anything from the marriage mart. So when the Duke of Marchmont asks her to dance at his own ball - the most-watched man in London, asking its least-watched woman - she says yes mostly to see his face. Gabriel needs a wife who will manage his mother, his seat, and his calendar, and who will not fall in love with him. Clara needs a future. They strike a bargain over tea. What follows is a marriage of excellent manners, wallpaper swatches, and slowly unmanageable conversation. When Clara's former fiancé reappears, married and desperate, Gabriel must decide how far a husband should go to protect a wife who never asked to be protected - and Clara must decide whether to let him. An unpretentious, warm Regency romance of business marriages, real affection, and the pleasure of being chosen on purpose.

Nia Okafor can solve anything. At seventeen, she's the best cryptographer in her school's club, which is why the notes start arriving in her locker. Each is a cipher. Each one, solved, reveals something about the fire that killed a student in the library two years ago. Nia thinks it's a prank until she cracks a cipher that lists her name as the next target. Working with the dead student's brother, she decodes a trail that runs from a witness to a time to a district office and straight into the hands of a teacher she trusted. The fire wasn't a crime. It was a cover-up. And the person who sent the ciphers has been waiting two years for someone smart enough to read them. A thriller for readers who like their puzzles solved and their villains human.

Ines Ferreira left Marrow Creek at seventeen and swore she'd never come back. Her mother's funeral brings her home for one weekend. The pack is down to nine wolves. The barn is ash. The pantry is a donation bin, and the alpha - Silas Marrow, the man Ines has spent nine years blaming for her brother's death - is standing in the church parking lot looking like he has been carrying the whole place on his back alone. Then the mate bond hits her like a dropped fence post. Ines is a farrier with a spreadsheet and a grudge, and the pack's own hayfields have been stolen with a forged easement. Fixing it means staying for the lawsuit. Staying means letting Silas ask her for help. And Silas has never asked anyone for anything in his life. Winter is coming. The pantry is empty. And the mate bond is not going away. She came back for a funeral. She is going to leave with a pack.

Blackfriars Academy does not welcome scholarship girls. Cordelia Wren knows that the day she walks through the gates - three weeks after burying her father, with one trunk and no allies. What she doesn't know is that the new Headmaster is watching her. Sebastian Vaughn has run this school for eleven years and buried every scandal it's produced. He should not notice a seventeen-year-old girl. He does. He assigns her punishment after punishment, as if cruelty were the only language he has left. Then she stops showing up for detention and the punishments become something else. When the school's most dangerous society threatens to expose them, Sebastian chooses her over his career. His whole life. Cordelia chooses him back - and drives them both off campus, into a future no one at Blackfriars would have written for either of them.