Little does he know, he'll soon find his mate, tiny brunette Blaire. But she turns out to be hard to handle for her tiny size.

    He inhaled my scent deeply and kissed the mark he gave me. I shuddered as he lightly nipped it. "Danny, you are mine and only mine, you understand?"Daniella Saunders had a pretty rough life. After being heartbroken and betrayed by both her father and her boyfriend, Danny moves to a small town to find the comfort of her mother. Everything is not what it seems and soon, Danny finds herself in the middle of a world she didn't even knew existed outside of fiction novels and movies. Not only does the town seem bizarre, but her senses heighten, her temper is out of control, and her hunger amplify. Throw in an arrogant, selfish, sexy, possessive player who didn't even want her in the first place, her life just seamlessly attract madness. Especially with those creepy threats coming from a "Silver Bullet", she can't keep still.

    Deciding to make the best she can out of it, she dives head first into the glitz and glamour that makes Meilleur...well, Meilleur. And as all would know, a boarding school for the rich and successful wouldn't be complete without a band of arrogant, attractive and intelligent boys, better known as the school's very own royalty, worshipped by girls and boys alike. These boys can't wait to graduate, but after getting acquainted with Meilleur's newest student, life at the academy becomes less of a bore and much, much more interesting...

    And if that wasn’t bad enough, it becomes much worse when Hayden is accidentally put in the male dormitory, landing her in a room with the school’s notorious heartbreaker, Chase Everett.

    “Do it,” I breathe, closing my eyes, heat collecting in my stomach, coursing through my needy veins, igniting a dormant desire that’s screaming to be let out. “I dare you.” “Be carful what you wish for,” he hums, his hand grazing along my exposed midsection, so light, so delicate, so agonizingly slow. “ everything I touch turns to ash.” *** Kiara Payne can speak seven languages, not that it matters because without a formal education, The only job she can land is at boutique bank outside of Manchester, working as a teller. After foiling a robbery on her first day, Kiara’s thrust into a world of guns, drugs, and violence; her life resting in the hands of Emilio Di Vaio, an Italian Mafia boss. In exchange for her safety, Kiara agrees to serve as Milo’s translator, accompanying him across Europe as he tries to clean up the mess his late brother left behind and save the reputation of the Di Vaio crime family.Cold, ruthless, and sinfully beautiful, Milo is hard to resist but even harder to love. As tensions rise and secrets are spilled, Milo and Kiara fight for survival in a world that left them broken. Does love outweigh loyalty? And if so, is it worth dying for?

    At twenty-two, she is now a killer under the guise of bartender. Her and three friends have been under the strict hand of Moretti with no choice but to aid him in his savage attempts for power. Escaping him is futile. With a four year old girl in their midst, the women will do anything to protect her. They still have not found the girl's father, and the clues stop in Miami. Then Moretti raises the stakes. He wants Lexi and her friends to kill crime boss, Angelo Tomassi. He is insane. When he has them work as Angelo's employees, the women devise a plan of their own. They will ask Angelo for assistance in retaliating against Moretti. What Lexi does not foresee is falling for a sexy, business connoisseur who also happens to be Angelo's right hand man, Rafa. To make the matters worse, Angelo learns about the women's connection to Moretti, before they ever have the chance to explain. (Excerpt)Seth smirked at her answer. "Seems like attraction to me." He poured the mixture into the two remaining glasses and carefully placed them on a tray."Please, I was simply being cordial like a good employee. I promise you that I am in no way attracted to Mr. Paolini...just like any other man who comes in here.""Is that right?" Rafa rested both arms on the bar with contempt for her statement, a profuse blush now spreading across her cheeks at being overheard. "That is quite unfortunate for you, Lexi. After a remark like that, I just might make attempts to change your mind." He narrowed his eyes at her with a dangerously, challenging smirk upon his lips. Having heard the rumors about Rafa, Seth quickly grabbed the tray and maneuvered around Lexi's frozen body, refusing to look the man in the eyes."Come here, Alexis."

    He's short, he's fast, he's got a ton of potential—and he's the runaway son of the murderous crime lord known as The Butcher.Signing a contract with the PSU Foxes is the last thing a guy like Neil should do. The team is high profile and he doesn't need sports crews broadcasting pictures of his face around the nation. His lies will hold up only so long under this kind of scrutiny and the truth will get him killed.But Neil's not the only one with secrets on the team. One of Neil's new teammates is a friend from his old life, and Neil can't walk away from him a second time. Neil has survived the last eight years by running. Maybe he's finally found someone and something worth fighting for.

    The three Fates wove it into their looms for me to be born destined as his queen and rule the Underworld by his side. My name is Aerith. All my life I believed I was mortal: a terribly unlucky and cursed mortal. Klutz, uncoordinated, sloppy, unfashionable, nerd, geek were only some of the words used to describe me. I've always been an outcast, always bullied, never had a boyfriend, never even been kissed. Definitely far from being queen material. Join me as I get tutored by Olympian gods and goddesses themselves and the best teachers throughout history whose souls now belonged to the Underworld. Join me on my journey as I fall in love with my great king and learn HOW TO BE A QUEEN...

    And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all.But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game.Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back.Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist.And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has paint on everything she wears and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. "She's a golden storm"But these badboys have no idea who they're really dealing with. Amber is determined to break all the cliche's.Three can play this game.

    She's just another face in the crowd, nothing more. Her world is very different from the ones of her two best friends, which causes them to rarely see each other. So, they share a notebook. They write their feelings and their secrets in this notebook and it is only passed between them. Until Lilah loses it in the hallway.Reece is the school's bad boy, street fighter, and also the boy who finds Lilah's notebook. But Reece doesn't want to be nice and simply give the notebook back to her, not unless he gets something out of it.How far will Lilah go to get her notebook back?

    She's a bit sarcastic when she needs to be, but no one really bothers her. Her life, is good.Cameron Carter: He's the bad boy. He's wild, popular, good-looking, great with girls, and he's a total untamed bad-ass. He's the school's 'popular boy' and loves to embarrass people. No one dares bother him though- his life is good too. Farrah Chambers and Cameron Carter. These two have had run-ins and bump-into's every since they met. Life for them both suddenly gets a bit more embarrassing, a lot more crazy and shakes itself into confusion and questions. But there's one big question- can Farrah tame this bad boy? Will she even get the chance?

      Hotshot sports editor Cole Sharpe has been freelancing for Oxford for years, so when he hears about a staff position opening up, he figures he’s got the inside track. Then his boss drops a bombshell: Cole has competition. Female competition, in the form of a fresh-faced tomboy who can hang with the dudes—and write circles around them, too. Cole usually likes his women flirty and curvy, but he takes a special interest in his skinny, sassy rival, if only to keep an eye on her. And soon, he can’t take his eyes off her.   Penelope Pope knows all too well that she comes off as just one of the guys. Since she’s learned that wanting more usually leads to disappointment, Penelope’s resigned to sitting on the sidelines when it comes to love. So why does Cole make her want to get back in the game? The man is as arrogant as he is handsome. He probably sees her as nothing more than a barrier to his dream job. But when an unexpected kiss turns into a night of irresistible passion, Penelope has to figure out whether they’re just fooling around—or starting something real.  Includes a special message from the editor, as well as an excerpt from another Loveswept title.

    Then, I had to learn how to survive. Two years, three months and sixteen days had passed since I was the Rowe Stanton from before, since tragedy stole my youth and my heart went along with it. When I left for college, I put a thousand miles between my future and my past. I’d made a choice—I was going to cross back to the other side, to live with the living. I just didn’t know how. And then I met Nate Preeter. An All-American baseball player, Nate wasn’t supposed to notice a ghost-of-a-girl like me. But he did. He shouldn’t want to know my name. But he did. And when he learned my secret and saw the scars it left behind, he was supposed to run. But he didn’t. My heart was dead, and I was never supposed to belong to anyone. But Nate Preeter had me feeling, and he made me want to be his. He showed me everything I was missing. And then he showed me how to fall. *This is a standalone in a three-part series that will focus on different characters. Each book can be read on its own.

    Until we met." MishaI can’t help but smile at the words in her letter. She misses me.In fifth grade, my teacher set us up with pen pals from a different school. Thinking I was a girl, with a name like Misha, the other teacher paired me up with her student, Ryen. My teacher, believing Ryen was a boy like me, agreed.It didn’t take long for us to figure out the mistake. And in no time at all, we were arguing about everything. The best take-out pizza. Android vs. iPhone. Whether or not Eminem is the greatest rapper ever…And that was the start. For the next seven years, it was us.Her letters are always on black paper with silver writing. Sometimes there’s one a week or three in a day, but I need them. She’s the only one who keeps me on track, talks me down, and accepts everything I am. We only had three rules. No social media, no phone numbers, no pictures. We had a good thing going. Why ruin it? Until I run across a photo of a girl online. Name’s Ryen, loves Gallo’s pizza, and worships her iPhone. What are the chances?F*ck it. I need to meet her.I just don’t expect to hate what I find.RyenHe hasn’t written in three months. Something’s wrong. Did he die? Get arrested? Knowing Misha, neither would be a stretch.Without him around, I’m going crazy. I need to know someone is listening. It’s my own fault. I should've gotten his number or picture or something. He could be gone forever.Or right under my nose, and I wouldn’t even know it.

    I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back.Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate."W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong."Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.