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     OTTO The world that was once known is gone. In its place is a society where the rich rule, and the female population are auctioned off to the highest bidder. I am more primitive than most, living off the grid and surviving on my own. I am a loner, a man who has needs and desires, and I am about to do something about it. I may not be wealthy enough to purchase a female for myself, but I’ll have one as mine regardless. And anyone who tries to stop me will see exactly the type of man I am, and the lengths I’ll go to claim a woman as my own. SANSA I lost the only two people I loved, my parent who hid me away from a barbaric society that wanted nothing more than to sell my body. Being alone was consuming, and I didn’t know how much more I could take. Then I found myself injured, on the verge of unconsciousness, and in the middle of nowhere. When I wake I’m in a strange cabin, and the man who is just feet from me looks at me as if he owns me. He’s big, strong and muscular, and seems more animal than human. And he’s told me I’m his now. Warning: This story is fast, hot, and leaves nothing to the imagination. It features an over-the-top, caveman alpha male who wants his heroine as only his, and nothing will stop him from making that happen. Oh, did I mention the hero and heroine are both virgins *wink*. Lock your bedroom door, because this is one story you’ll want to read alone.

    I love living in the house I grew up in, minus the parents who’d moved to a retirement community. I love it when everything stays the same.What I don’t love is that the sweet little old lady I’ve always lived next door to passed away. To make matters worse, her money-hungry grandson showed up to do a couple of quick fixes before putting the house on the market.Rowdy is the epitome of everything that’s wrong with the world, including the stupid nickname he insists on using. Where was he when she was alive? Why can’t he respect my privacy when I’m in my backyard? And how could his smile be so contagious?It’s not that I was opposed to smiles or happiness or guys who exuded sex appeal. The problem was that he was only going to be in town for a couple of months, short enough he wouldn’t even tell me his real name or what he did for a living.Then he had the nerve to take a job at the grocery store where I worked. He couldn’t possibly get any more annoying. Why bother with a job when you aren’t sticking around? And how in the world did we end up under the mistletoe together at the company Christmas party?The kiss was almost enough to make me let my guard down. Almost. But the bombshell I found out immediately after the kiss was more than I could handle.RowdyImagine my surprise finding out my grandmother had been alive. Had been. Unfortunately, I didn’t find out until I got a letter explaining that she’d passed away and I’d inherited her house.She’d lived in a small town in the Colorado mountains. A far cry from my life in Vegas but all I had to do was fix it up, put it on the market, then let the realtors do the rest. Between the income from the sale and my savings account, I’d be able to quit my job as a stripper and go back to school. I wasn’t sure what for, but it wouldn’t be stripping.I’d heard small towns were friendly but my grandma’s neighbor hadn’t gotten the message. No matter how many times I said hi and tried to talk to her, she made it clear I was the unwelcome outsider.Did I simply want what I couldn’t have or was Mae truly the woman of my dreams? She was sweet and simple in a way I’d never understood. The most basic offerings in life like sunsets and snowflakes filled her with joy.I’d thought I wanted a reprieve from the fast-paced life of a stripper, but Mae showed me what I really wanted. Life with her and all of the simplicities. Without a university in sight, it’s possible I overstepped my bounds taking a job at the grocery store where she worked but I was dragging out my stay and spending as much time with her as possible.Little did I know it would lead us to a kiss under the mistletoe. A kiss that solidified every suspicion I’d had that my life wouldn’t be complete without Mae. But I might have misread her starry eyes when I pulled away because minutes later, she was running out of the party instead of into my arms.Was giving up city life and my plans for a university education worth the fantasy I could convince Mae we were meant to be together?

    She just doesn’t know it.She doesn’t know me at all, actually. To her, I’m a ghost or a familiar shadow haunting her dreams. She never saw me the night I first laid eyes on her. She has no idea what I did that night, either. But I’ve watched from the shadows ever since. I’ve kept her safe, and kept the wolves from her door.I’ve also kept any and every man, worthy or not, from her. With threats, bribery, or worse. You could call it selfish. You could say I’ve deprived her of a life. But I do not care.Everything I do, I do for her. My job is to watch her. My life is forfeit to keep her safe. There’s never been another woman but her. Mackenzie is my addiction. My obsession.My true love, and then some.But a crime was committed that first night I saw her. I’ve buried my demons deep. But the past is coming for her again, and I’m not sure how invisible I can remain.They say true love lasts a lifetime. But when it comes to Mackenzie, a lifetime’s not good enough. I want her always. I want her for forever. And nothing is going to stop me.

    The smell. The spice in my latte. The pie that’s synonymous with my favorite holiday. Thanksgiving holds memories of family and togetherness. So when a storm cancels my travel plans, my roommate takes pity on me and I find myself sharing the holiday across the table from my greatest crush—her older brother. Finlay Ross. He was a senior in high school when I was still in pig tails. Popular, the star quarterback, he was the first boy I got a stomach flip over, and the only guy I’ve ever wanted. Pity a curvy girl like me would never be on his radar. He probably doesn’t even know I exist. So why does he keep looking at me like he’s starving and I’m the feast? This could turn out to be a thanksgiving I’ll never forget. Warning: this quick read contains over-the-top declarations, insta-love and molten hot moments between a curvy girl and a dirty-talking alpha who wants nothing more than a sweet little piece of pumpkin pie. Each Megan Wade story carries her 'Sugar Promise' of Over the Top Romance, Alpha Heroes, Curvy Heroines, Low Drama, High Heat and a Guaranteed Happily Ever After. What could be better than that?

    I’m looking for my next score. I’m the guy your father warned you about. But attraction ignores common sense. I'm straight up trouble. Even when I’m trying to escape it, it finds me. But this sinfully beautiful new girl in town is after a summer fling. If she knew I robbed banks in my spare time, she might run the other way. As she should, if she knew what was good for her. But lucky for me, she’s only focused on one thing. Our budding love affair. It’s a distraction I can’t afford. Life hasn’t ever been easy for me, but I make it bend to my will. Just like I’d like to make this new woman do. Best part of it all? She ends up with my baby. Worst part? She keeps it a secret. But us thieves have a way of finding these out. Looks like we might be up for more than just hot summer lovin’.

    I’m constantly surrounded by people, but I’ve never felt more alone or out of place. Going home had been the plan until a historic snowfall down all air traffic.Well, not all of it. A handsome billionaire with a private plane can still fly, and when he asks me to accompany him for the holidays and pretend to be his fiancé, we strike a deal.They say Logan Duncan is hard, brooding, and seemingly cold. But with me, he manages to send hot tingles down my spine whenever he touches me and holds me close. He makes this all feel too real. The closer we get the more I see he’s never been loved. I make it my mission to show him the magic of Christmas.My holidays started out grounded, but now they’re soaring. The only problem is, what happens when I want this fake fiancé to be the real thing?

    He even stole his mom’s ring to seal the deal, but he got into trouble for doing it. It’s okay, though, because he knows that one day she’s going to be his wife and he’ll keep giving her the ring until then. Cami Evans fell in love with the boy next door when she was seven years old. They spent their whole lives falling for one another until one day she’s taken from him. She spends five years with her father in a cult until she’s able to make her escape and find her way back to Reed. Warning: Can true love happen when you’re just a kid? According to Alexa Riley it can! Fall head over heels for this ultra-sweet story of how childhood sweethearts find their way back to one another.

    Insta-love. And of course a sugary sweet HEA guaranteed! You know how OTT does it. Grab this book and let Akea bring you to your knees...

    Love Child caters to wealthy bachelors who’ve been unsuccessful in creating a family through traditional means. Despite Love Child being an unconventional route to take, the conception takes place exactly the way nature intended. Nearing forty and still single, Abel has accepted he won’t meet the right woman to marry and have a family with, so Love Child is his last hope for becoming a father. He’s gone through the files of the potential donors and handpicked one perfect candidate to create his baby with. The moment he comes face to face with Adeline Matthews, Abel knows she’s the one. But not just the one he’s hoping to make a baby with. She’s the one he’s hoping to create a family with.

     With a handsy aunt, a meddling mother and a father concerned for the wellbeing of his daughter's eggnog, there's no chance Sam and Noel will have time to fall in love...or will they? **The Stocking Was Hung is a full-length, standalone Christmas novel that will make you laugh, make you HOT and maybe even make you say, "Awwwww" a few times.

    She stands out from the crowd-- there's nothing fake or plastic about her.And when our eyes lock, I know this pretty little virgin feels the exact same way.His Old FashionedShe's an old fashioned girl who won't do the deed until she's walked down the aisle.He better be ready to pop the question, because this cocktail waitress won't lose her virtue to just anyone.She wants him--bad.But matter how thick his beard is and how deep his growl--if he wants this ingénue, he needs to drop to one knee.Dear Reader,Tan lines fade but these summer stories last forever! This collection is the only summer reading list you need -- so grab your kindle, sun screen, and a cocktail for the steamy stay-cation you deserve!xo, frankie

    He won’t stop rampaging until the villagers sacrifice an innocent. Lucky me! I’m the chosen one. I’ve been tied to a tree in a wedding dress and left as an offering to the cruel ruler of the hills. But once the beast approaches, I glimpse the lonely human beneath the wild hair and mountainous body. Yes, he’s very much a man…a man who will stop at nothing to claim me as his mate.

    He’s a playboy boss, needing to prove his dad wrong. A kiss under mistletoe entwines their fate.HopeA new job and a new city, just what I need to heal.I just want to keep my head low and move on with my career. No more broken hearts.My proposals during a meeting seem to attract the CEO’s attention. But it seems he’s interested in more than just my ideas.He’s tall, dark, and handsome. Everything a woman could want. Problem is, he seems to have had every woman already.When I saw him across the room, I knew I wanted him. I’m just not ready for another playboy to leave me in pain.But he wouldn’t change his ways for me, would he?KristopherMy dad thinks I’ve spent my entire life being frivolous, never being tied down. Not even to a relationship.There’s something missing in my life, but I’m not sure what. All I know is that if I don’t change my ways, my dad will never leave me the company.When I see her in the meeting room, I know that I must have her.She’s smart, curvy, and drop-dead stunning. Everything about her calls to me.I’m going to make sure she gets the present she deserves this Christmas—a chance at true love.But to convince her I’ve changed, I’m going to need an ugly sweater and a Christmas miracle.