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Exclusive Excerpt from Hustled "I officially rescind any future proposals. There will be no money. You're absolutely right. You're not a whore, and I’ve been completely out of line. You may go now." My jaw drops to the floor. Who does this guy think he is? "I may go now?" "Yes, please go. " He pulls away, and I ache for him. The sudden absence of his warmth leaves me hollow inside, like someone has scooped out my insides with a cold spoon. My body betrays me completely—my skin prickles with goosebumps, my breath catches in my throat, and there's this terrible, painful emptiness that only he can fill.

Exclusive excerpt from The Christmas Wish in Twinkle Falls When I open the back door to the parking lot, I practically walk into someone. “Sorry about—” With my mouth still hanging open, my dog whines as I search the beautiful woman’s eyes before me saying, “Rochelle, hey! Did uh, did you get my text last night?” “Excuse me, can we get by?” An elderly man asks. “Yes, of course. Sorry about that.” I state while Beau and I step to the side, holding the door for him and a woman close to his age before moving so we don’t block anyone else.

Exclusive excerpt from A Sabre in the Hemlock His jaw flexes. “You used your magic again.” “Dante—” “You promised you wouldn’t,” he says, voice quiet but taut, threaded with frustration. “You said you’d wait. You said you’d let Ezra figure it out.” “I never promised,” I snap back, chin lifting. “You asked me not to, but I never agreed.” “You bled, Celeste.” He leans closer, his voice low, heated. “I could tell something was wrong, even from the water. And what I couldn’t see, Nadya filled me in on.” Of course she did.

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Exclusive Excerpt from Fabulously Flawed Hoping Carl would indeed wind up at her place, Sylvie had spent the morning in a cleaning frenzy, and her kitchen shone. There were fresh, fluffy towels in the sparkling bathroom, vacuum tracks on the carpet, and most importantly, clean sheets on the bed. Afterward, she’d collapsed on the couch. But then she didn’t like the placement of the living room furniture, so she’d arranged and rearranged it to look cozier, and placed candles artfully around the room. To say she was nervous was an understatement.

Exclusive Excerpt of The Roommate Agreement I’m quiet throughout my ride to the studio. Wes and I don’t get along. Most times, I’m happy- go- lucky with people but Wes somehow makes my skin crawl, not sure why but he’s not in my friendly circle vibe. What about Uncle Dan? My notorious bad angel asks. “What about him?” The moment we laid eyes on him, we felt a spark, and when we touched him, it was like an electric jolt through the body. I was overcome with feelings that were completely foreign to me.

Exclusive Excerpt from Can't Hurry Christmas I’m convinced late-night pancakes are the key to happiness. There’s something wonderful about sitting in a booth at the Pancake Shoppe, with the scent of fresh coffee lingering around us. The holiday décor only adds to the mood, twinkling lights strung across the windows and garlands wrapped around the counter. There’s a steady stream of classic holiday tunes playing, and for the first time this season, I’m feeling the festive energy. Who knew breakfast and good company was all I needed to ring in the most wonderful time of the year.

Exclusive Excerpt from Have You Seen Him David looked around his apartment for a chore, a task, something to keep himself from thinking about facing his coworkers the next day. It was a tall order; he was a minimalist, freakishly neat. Everything was “in its place.” Sifting through junk mail was the thing he resented the most, so David forced himself to do it as penance for his milquetoast behavior in court. Even though he knew recycling was the right thing to do—for the melting polar ice caps, the coral reef, all that—he hated the monotony of sorting through everything.

Exclusive Excerpt of Jingled “They’re calling it Christmas Syndrome,” the clerk said, nodding toward the television. “Tell me about it,” grumbled the man in line behind Matt. “I had to call the cops last night. Eleven o’clock, and there’s a whole choir outside my house singing Silver Bells. Not kids either—full-grown adults, dressed like they’re headed to some damn Christmas pageant.” Matt shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the television. The muted newscast showed shaky footage of crowds singing carols outside a shuttered shopping mall, their faces lit with eerie joy as bewildered bystanders looked on.

Exclusive excerpt from Royally Off-Limits "You're impressive, Max, and not just in your encouragement of the kids. You get your hands dirty." He looks at me—really looks at me—and I can't help but notice the deep, chocolate brown of his eyes is flecked with gold, like autumn leaves before they fall. Heat sparks low in my stomach, spreading like lava before I can stop it. I swallow hard, pretending to focus on anything else, but he's already everywhere around me. The scent of him, clouding my thoughts, the way that one look feels like a touch.

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Exclusive Excerpt from That Boy “What’s the Gloaming?” “Oh. Right.” I shifted, trying to find a way to lean that didn’t hurt my shoulder. It was useless. Until someone could pop it back in, I was doomed to dull agony. “It’s that feeling that threatens to drown you…” I paused, swallowing hard and staring out the window. The world nearly drowned me tonight. “This time every year.” I finally managed. “You know?” Keep talking. Stay conscious. Don’t toss your cookies into his lap. “That…overwhelming urge to…cover everything in cheer. But…” I took a little more water.

Exclusive Excerpt from The Boutique Hotel As I’m taking photos of the art on the walls of the huge Reception Room, as per Pinkie’s request, vases of exquisite flowers on pedestals draw my attention. The arrangements of lilies, hydrangeas, white roses and other blossoms beckon. I take in the fresh, sweet, bouquet, redolent of spring days under our magnolia tree. If only I could have taken that tree with me when I sold the house. Jacob walks toward me. When our eyes meet, he curls his lip in that irresistible way of his.

Exclusive Excerpt from A Wyoming Family Holiday Sloan Lancaster raised the hood of his jacket and raced through the downpour, skirting the water overflowing dips and deep potholes in the asphalt parking lot. This, plus the rundown brick and wood exterior, was all he needed to conclude that the Winding Creek Rehab and Care Center was past its prime. Especially dreary was the aging paint job, once white, but now a dull, dirty gray. Sloan summed up his first impression of this facility in one word: neglected. As he ducked into the hands-free revolving door a commotion in the lobby caught his attention.

Exclusive Excerpt from The Ordinary Bruja Marisol Espinal’s name tag glinted under the harsh café lights, a cruel little mirror. The letters wavered, morphing into something off. God, she hated mirrors. The letters twisted like heat waves on pavement. Her stomach squeezed. Does it say “ordinary”? Heat rose to her neck. She blinked, but the word was still there, pulsing as if alive, refusing to prove her sight wrong. Right then, the faint scent of cigar smoke drifted past her, starkly out of place amid the café’s familiar aroma of espresso and pastries.

Exclusive Excerpt from The Bridge He’d just stepped outside when he saw a vehicle roaring up the street. The rideshare logo was clearly visible in the passenger-side corner of the windshield. He hoped the maniac driving the small SUV wouldn’t kill him in a fiery crash before they even made it out of the neighborhood. He lifted a hand as he stepped out to the curb, and the SUV came to a precise stop beside him. All he had to do was open the door and slide into the back seat.

Exclusive Excerpt from Behind the Mirror It’s fascinating to me how we all embody a strategic self and a true self. The true self is your core essence—the part that holds your deepest values and desires. The strategic self does whatever it can to adapt. It’s the version of me who’d have shown up for this interview fifteen years ago, smiling, proclaiming I was happy, insisting everything in my life was perfect—so you would like me. Finding balance between self-expression and the need for connection can be incredibly challenging for most people, myself included.

Exclusive Excerpt from Hooking Up with a Rockstar “Holy shit!” I hop away from the pool of whiskey and broken glass that’s spreading around my feet. What’s he doing here so soon? “Whoa. Let me help.” Anthony comes around the bar, and I stand—frozen—watching him closely as he bends down and carefully plucks a few larger chunks of glass from the floor. Then stands and meets my gaze. “Hey, June.” Jesus, he’s so handsome. And tall. I’d almost forgotten how tall he is. I’m tiny—maybe five feet five in my stilettos and having Anthony’s six-foot-five-inch frame looming over me again is giving me goose bumps.

Exclusive Excerpt from Death by Mistake Hunter Wickliffe woke up. Something had sounded in the night and awakened him. Getting out of bed, he went over to the large double-hung sash window, catching sight of a car racing away around the curve of the driveway to Wickliffe Manor. He could hear the car screech to a stop and then turn onto Old Frankfort Pike. He looked at his watch. It was two twenty-three in the morning. Donning trousers and flip-flops, Hunter trudged down the hallway and opened the door to his wife’s son, Palley’s…

Exclusive Excerpt from Pity Please Instead of agreeing that I should be the captain of my own ship, my mother laments, “I always thought your life would turn out like one of those delightful romcoms from the nineteen nineties. You know, single girl meets the love of her life in a quirky, yet totally believable way …” I’m not sure which movie she’s thinking of as I’ve grown up watching them all with her. On repeat. “Which Julia Roberts character did you envision me being? If it’s Vivian Ward in…

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