If that’s not enough, I find out he's been cheating on me. Goodbye, love. Hello, divorce papers!I go into hiding while I wait to see whether I’ll turn furry on the next full moon, not to mention dealing with new powers that decided to show up, plus it’s my 40th birthday. But this town I’m in is where a gorgeous man finds me, the most egotistical man in existence. He says he’s a God—Dionysus in retirement—that there’s something about me, and that he will not give up until he has me.Yeah, I am so not in the mood. Who cares if he’s the God of pleasure and indulgence? This heart is staying closed for the foreseeable future…But then again, I never saw this one coming, and especially not the grapevine grip he’d take on my heart.

    So he opens a map, picks a spot, and rolls off on his custom Fat Boy toward Bisbee, Arizona. He’s heard it’s a cool place for bikers but he wasn’t expecting her. She’s everything he never knew he wanted. And as the king of the gods, he always gets whatever he desires.Roxy Kincaid is perfectly happy tending bar and minding her own business. She doesn’t have time for all the bikers who arrive at Big Pete’s with a wallet full of a cash and romance on their minds. So when “Z” arrives looking like Motorcycle Barbie’s husband complete with the permatan, amazing hair, and a smile to make her spill her beer, she forces herself to remember why she’s done with men. Been there, done that, got two headstones, thank you very much.Z has never been made to take no for an answer. Resistance to the god of thunder? Not a thing. But none of his usual charm is enough to break through Roxy’s defenses and Z is learning that Roxy is no ordinary mortal. Determined to show her his feelings are true, Z must access a source of love magic he never thought he’d use… not in a million years.The universe’s oldest dog is about to learn some new tricks.

    All she has to do is swipe the key to the underworld so she can get down to Elysium and apologize to her sister for being a royal witch with a capital B.It should be a piece of cake for a trained cat burglar like herself, but there’s one slight problem. The owner of said key happens to be Hermes…as in…the smoldering hot god from Olympus.And no one steals from the god of thieves.That’s what Hermes likes to believe until a trip to Mardi Gras introduces him to the most alluring cat burglar he’s ever seen. Hermes wastes no time falling head over winged sandals for Kat, but following his heart soon lands him in a mess of trouble that only the Fates could see coming.Kat has stolen both his key and his heart, and he only has twelve hours to find her. If he fails, they'll both be spending eternity in the underworld.If you like quirky humor and heroes with heart, you'll love this Greek gods inspired paranormal romantic comedy!Get it now!

    

    Excitement. Adventure. That's what Hera thought she was signing on for when she agreed to join the Gods of Thunder Motorcycle Club, led by her brother Zeus. Just the thing for a smoking hot, slightly lost divorcée who also happens to be the Greek goddess of marriage. Instead, her primary sources of entertainment seem to be picking bugs out of her teeth and finding yet another creative way to sabotage her peacock-painted Harley so she can ride in the comfort of the club's support SUV.But this time she broke her bike a little too well. With the rest of the club on a tight schedule, they leave Hera behind to wait for the local mechanic to perform a miracle. A mechanic who fills out his coveralls better than any mortal she's ever met.Hey, maybe getting stuck in the sticks won't be so bad after all.With his days as the Norse God of Wolves long behind him, Fenrir has settled into a routine that suits his lone wolf ways. Ride into some small town, work a menial-yet-satisfying job for a while, then move on before anyone catches wise to the fact that he never ages.Then she rides into town.Glamorous Hera always turned heads back when they ran in the same heavenly circles, but seeing her poured into skin-tight leathers and sitting astride a beautiful bike really lights a fire in Fenrir－one he thought had died centuries ago. Not that it matters. She thinks he's some mortal bohunk grease monkey with more brawn than brains. Fine by him. He needs to keep a low profile anyway.When Hera finds a wounded wolf pup on the outskirts of town, Fenrir must reveal his true identity to save the pup, opening a Pandora's box-worth of trouble with a nearby werewolf pack. If he were smart, he'd blow town, leaving the goddess who gets his motor running and the fate of a besieged wolf pack in his dust.He never claimed to be smart.

    Winston, Ava’s semi-aware house, doesn’t like the fact that Olivia is there baking while Ava isn’t home.Hey, at least Ava can be sure she doesn’t need a security system.

    

    Not in getting involved with an unscrupulous criminal. Not in going to prison for a crime she didn’t commit. Not in losing contact with her beautiful infant daughter, with no hope of seeing her for fifteen years. Oh, and then in prison, she got diagnosed with leukemia. In life, Lilith Hazelwood was the most powerful witch in Oyster Cove. In death, she is determined to find and punish her murderer. Once enraged by the fact that her body parts had been used for organ transplant, she now sees the beneficiaries as the best means of avenging her own death. If they would only stop being sidetracked by silly diversions like solving human murders and finding love. Zoey’s illness leads to an early release from prison, and the frantic search for her daughter leads her to Oyster Cove. A blood transfusion gives her health and unruly telekinetic abilities. But what she wants more than anything is to be loved by the child who never knew her. And to prove her innocence of Oyster Cove’s latest murder. She can’t help it if she’s a felon!

    Now I’m an outcast.On the full moon after my twenty-first birthday, I was supposed to go through my first shift. Instead, I was left to huddle alone in the cold, a failure who couldn’t do the one thing expected of her. Now, I have no mate and I’m wondering if sticking with the pack is even worth it. Maybe it’s time I live among humans.That’s when a vampire shows up at my door and says he wants to claim me. While I might not know what I am, I’m pretty fricking certain that I’m not going to be mated to a bloodsucker. He might be a good friend, but that’s all he’ll ever be to me. Isn’t it?The truth is a lot weirder than that, though, because his presence has spurred a revelation from my mother about a dark family secret. A secret that she says I’ll have to solve if I want to survive the next full moon. I’ve got less than two weeks to discover the truth. What I find could kill me, but that might just be the better option …

    

    Returning home to small town Iowa, she built a satisfying life for herself. Jay Nordstrom couldn’t wait to leave Millville for bigger and better. He worked hard and his network anchor star was shining brightly until an accident left him scarred and broken.Forced to recuperate at his parents’ farm, Jay finds himself enchanted by “nurse” Rachel. It isn’t long before he’s fallen hard. Jay can’t imagine his life without her in it. And Rachel has found the love she’s been waiting for…When the time comes for Jay to return to Los Angeles, he and Rachel must look at what sacrifices they’re willing to make for love. Will they find a way to meet in the middle? Or will this sweet interlude simply be another summer romance that ended far too soon?

    

    

    

    Go figure. I've always known I was adopted. It never mattered much...until my birth mother died. I inherited a new power from the mysterious woman. But now she’s dead and I, despite the fact that I have exactly zero training, I’m the next time-traveling assassin. Don’t get excited. The job sounds glamorous, but it comes with a huge learning curve and plenty of mishaps. Then there’s having to actually assassinate people. That part sucks. It could be worse. I could still be working retail.