One minute the angel Tosca is a respected enforcer having a drink with someone she considers an ally. The next minute she wakes up beside a dead body, red-handed and blackballed.Now enforcers she used to call friends are calling her a murderer. When they dredge up the past she's so carefully buried, she'll only look guiltier. Her only hope for clearing her name is escaping to Earth—and seeking refuge in the one place she vowed never to set foot in again.One minute the angel Bronx is a frustrated warrior railing at the corruption that keeps him from doing his job. The next minute he's got free rein to hunt the bane of his existence.The cute but infuriating enforcer has been questioning his every move and tattling to her crooked senator friends. But now that Tosca is on the run, there's nowhere on Earth he won't follow—even if it takes him smack into a nest of forgotten angels and unchecked demons who will do anything to stay that way.Except once he...

Which one is the beauty and which is the beast?Xan is used to going it alone. After all, there's no one else to trust when you're a demon in the underworld. But when the only two people she's ever cared about are snatched and held to ensure her good behavior, she'll do anything to get them back. So when she's ordered to spy on a hideous, arrogant energy demon, she doesn't blink...until Quution starts to look less like the enemy and more like salvation.Quution never cared how ugly his disguise was until Xan started showing up, asking innocuous questions and distracting him with her curves. Now he wishes the beauty knew he wasn't such a beast. But he won't let Xan ferret out his secrets. Because he's hiding one that'll rock the underworld and change the fate of demons forever...if no one stops him first.The chemistry between them is more than a case of opposites attract. But time's running out for Xan, and as she gets closer to unraveling Quution's...

Have you ever gotten married without telling anyone? I did. Not telling anyone was the easy part. I had moved to a big city, had no friends, and wasn't speaking to my family.I tried the whole "fake it 'til you make it" thing. I was the "fake" part and my husband, Archer, was concerned only with the "making it" part. When I got a call about a family emergency, I walked out on my hot-in-a-suit ambitious husband and my superficial life and ran back home to the family ranch. And I stayed, ignoring my husband's attempts to reach me—and I still didn't tell anyone I was married.Then a year and a half later, I found Archer standing on my property, looking like a titanium rod in a pile of rusty nails. He came to end things but ended up staying to learn who he really married—the shy corporate woman with a perfect blowout or the sarcastic country girl with mud on her boots.The longer he's around, the more I see I wasn't the only one who was disingenuous....

I had a perfect life. Schoolteacher. Married to my high school sweetheart. Little starter house that we called charming but was really just old. All I needed was the two-point-five kids and I'd be living my perfect dream. Then my husband died.After the funeral, I had a breakdown that lasted for a month...or twelve. But now I'm reemerging, healing, finding my way. It's time to learn who I am now, and whether or not I can fix a leaky sink. And by my side, the entire time, is my husband's best friend, Liam. The single dad knows a thing or two about personal struggles, and about how to replace faucets.With Liam, I feel alive again. Confident. Capable. Liam has become my best friend too. Except if my parents, my in-laws, and the rest of the town had any say, I'd stay far away from him and his bad boy reputation.How do I admit to them what's so hard to admit to myself? That I'm starting to look at him like he's more than a friend. That the heat in his eyes when...

DATING IS MY LAST PRIORITY when I move my kids to a small town after a sudden divorce. It'll be easier to be a single, working mom of four, and I won't have to watch my ex with my former coworker. So when I get away for a night to throw myself a nice little pity party in a neighboring small town, I don't expect to get hit on by the tastiest guy I've ever seen.We talk about everything but the important stuff. I live a little and steam up his back seat windows. I'll never see him again, so why not? But I forgot what a small world Coal Haven can be.I DON'T LIKE MY REPUTATION of being a commitment-phobe, but I earned it. So why can't I forget the woman who slipped out of the back seat of my pickup—and my life—in the most effortless way possible? I barely got her first name.When my cousin coerces me into coaching an elementary school football team, I give in. But I come face-to-face with my hookup...and she's my worst nightmare wrapped in all my...