From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of I’m Glad My Mom Died comes a sad, funny, thrilling novel about sex, consumerism, class, desire, loneliness, the internet, rage, intimacy, power, and the (oftentimes misguided) lengths we’ll go to in order to get what we want. Waldo is ravenous. Horny. Blunt. Naive. Wise. Impulsive. Lonely. Angry. Forceful. Hurting. Perceptive. Endlessly wanting. And the thing she wants most of Mr. Korgy, her creative writing teacher with the wife and the kid and the mortgage and the bills, with the dead dreams and the atrophied looks and the growing paunch. She doesn’t know why she wants him. Is it his passion? His life experience? The fact that he knows books and films and things that she doesn’t? Or is it purer than that, rooted in their unlikely connection, their kindred spirits, the similar filter with which they each take in the world around them? Or, perhaps, it’s just enough that he sees her when no one else does. Startlingly perceptive, mordantly funny, and keenly poignant, Half His Age is a rich character study of a yearning seventeen-year-old who disregards all obstacles—or attempts to overcome them—in her effort to be seen, to be desired, to be loved.

In a famine-stricken village on a dusty yellow plain, two children are given two fates. A boy, greatness. A girl, nothingness… In 1345, China lies under harsh Mongol rule. For the starving peasants of the Central Plains, greatness is something found only in stories. When the Zhu family’s eighth-born son, Zhu Chongba, is given a fate of greatness, everyone is mystified as to how it will come to pass. The fate of nothingness received by the family’s clever and capable second daughter, on the other hand, is only as expected. When a bandit attack orphans the two children, though, it is Zhu Chongba who succumbs to despair and dies. Desperate to escape her own fated death, the girl uses her brother's identity to enter a monastery as a young male novice. There, propelled by her burning desire to survive, Zhu learns she is capable of doing whatever it takes, no matter how callous, to stay hidden from her fate. After her sanctuary is destroyed for supporting the rebellion against Mongol rule, Zhu uses the chance to claim another future altogether: her brother's abandoned greatness. Mulan meets The Song of Achilles; an accomplished, poetic debut of war and destiny, sweeping across an epic alternate China.

Even demons get bored... Luke is a poor grad student, desperate for a cheap place to live. Desperate enough even to live in a house full of demons. (Anything is better than his last roommate.) When the demons find it’s nearly impossible to scare Luke away, they decide on a new plan to amuse themselves. They’re going to help Luke with his love life. Can they really aid Luke’s efforts to catch his college crush? Or are they headed for a disaster that neither heaven nor hell can fix? Demon Dating Service is a fluffy, chaotic stand-alone novel about a sweet guy making friends with the misfits of the demon world, trying to survive grad school, and snagging the hottest guy on campus.

Wash was getting seriously tired of upper management trying to butt into his personal life. He didn't have a problem with his work-life balance… that they could prove anyway. So when they send in a new temp to assist the research floor, he’s determined to ignore them. Except, they just happened to send the sweetest temp known to all species, who plies him with sweets and pretty smiles, and for some reason, that temp won’t take the hint that he doesn’t need help. He seems sincere enough. There shouldn’t be a reason not to explore things a little, as long as upper management didn’t find out. Right? Peri never thought he’d meet his match while on a temp assignment. The grumpy demon from research was handsome, smart, protective, and in serious need of a vacation. When Taron asks for help getting Wash to relax, Peri leaps at the chance to spend more time with the demon. It wouldn’t hurt anyone to have a little back up when claiming his man. Right? Wash doesn’t need help, Taron thinks he doth protest too much, Peri’s smile can win over even the grumpiest demons, dreams become reality in the spiciest of ways, Peri has needs, Wash is going to help, Peri is the perfect Taron buffer, who’s ready for a corporate retreat?, there will be shenanigans, Peri is happy to play along, Wash will complain, Peri knows how to get Wash to participate, wink wink, honesty is key in every relationship, guaranteed HEA

Wash was getting seriously tired of upper management trying to butt into his personal life. He didn't have a problem with his work-life balance… that they could prove anyway. So when they send in a new temp to assist the research floor, he’s determined to ignore them. Except, they just happened to send the sweetest temp known to all species, who plies him with sweets and pretty smiles, and for some reason, that temp won’t take the hint that he doesn’t need help. He seems sincere enough. There shouldn’t be a reason not to explore things a little, as long as upper management didn’t find out. Right? Peri never thought he’d meet his match while on a temp assignment. The grumpy demon from research was handsome, smart, protective, and in serious need of a vacation. When Taron asks for help getting Wash to relax, Peri leaps at the chance to spend more time with the demon. It wouldn’t hurt anyone to have a little back up when claiming his man. Right? Wash doesn’t need help, Taron thinks he doth protest too much, Peri’s smile can win over even the grumpiest demons, dreams become reality in the spiciest of ways, Peri has needs, Wash is going to help, Peri is the perfect Taron buffer, who’s ready for a corporate retreat?, there will be shenanigans, Peri is happy to play along, Wash will complain, Peri knows how to get Wash to participate, wink wink, honesty is key in every relationship, guaranteed HEA

EZRA Partying, dudes, and hockey. What more could a gay NHL player want? If it weren't for Anton Hayes, my life would be perfect. Not that he affects my life in any way. At all. That would imply I care what the winger from Philly thinks of me. Which I don't. Not even a one-night stand with him can thaw his misplaced animosity toward me. He says I'm the one with the ego, but he can talk. He rivals me for most egotistical puck boy in the league. I hate him as much as he hates me. Even if I crave a repeat. ANTON When it comes to hockey, I'm all about the game. I've worked for years to be one of the best in the league, and l've done it without splashing my orientation all over the tabloids. My hockey image is one I've carefully cultivated, and after one night with Ezra Palaszczuk, I risk it all. He's cocky, obnoxious, and has an ego bigger than Massachusetts. And okay, maybe he's the sexiest man I've ever known. We'll never get along. Not when we sleep together. Not even when my possessive streak awakens. That doesn't stop us from falling into bed together over and over again.

The world’s wimpiest vampire meets the hunter who cannot believe this is their target. Charlie never asked to be turned into a vampire. In fact, the whole thing was a drunken mistake. One minute, he was minding his own business, the next, some idiot vampire bit him on a dare—and then immediately regretted it and abandoned him. Now Charlie is very bad at being undead. He faints at the sight of blood, refuses to bite people, and has spent the last six months trying to survive on beet juice, cherry Kool-Aid, and sheer denial. The vampire world wants nothing to do with him, and honestly? He gets it. Simon is a seasoned vampire hunter. Ruthless, efficient, and completely dedicated to the cause, he’s spent years taking down deadly creatures of the night. When he finally tracks down Charlie Dracul, he expects a monster. Instead, he finds a sleep-deprived disaster with ketchup on his hoodie who nearly passes out when he pulls out a stake. Simon should end this embarrassment of a vampire immediately. But it feels unsporting. And, worse, the longer he watches Charlie bumble his way through undead existence, the harder it is to look away. Killing monsters is easy. Figuring out what to do with a vampire who sucks at being a vampire? That’s another problem entirely.(Final cover coming soon. Release date will be moved up.)

The world’s wimpiest vampire meets the hunter who cannot believe this is their target. Charlie never asked to be turned into a vampire. In fact, the whole thing was a drunken mistake. One minute, he was minding his own business, the next, some idiot vampire bit him on a dare—and then immediately regretted it and abandoned him. Now Charlie is very bad at being undead. He faints at the sight of blood, refuses to bite people, and has spent the last six months trying to survive on beet juice, cherry Kool-Aid, and sheer denial. The vampire world wants nothing to do with him, and honestly? He gets it. Simon is a seasoned vampire hunter. Ruthless, efficient, and completely dedicated to the cause, he’s spent years taking down deadly creatures of the night. When he finally tracks down Charlie Dracul, he expects a monster. Instead, he finds a sleep-deprived disaster with ketchup on his hoodie who nearly passes out when he pulls out a stake. Simon should end this embarrassment of a vampire immediately. But it feels unsporting. And, worse, the longer he watches Charlie bumble his way through undead existence, the harder it is to look away. Killing monsters is easy. Figuring out what to do with a vampire who sucks at being a vampire? That’s another problem entirely.(Final cover coming soon. Release date will be moved up.)

I didn’t think hockey was the game for me…now I’m obsessed. My new neighbor, Ben Stirling, is a beautiful, famous ex-player. A living NHL legend. A single dad with sad eyes and a smile I feel in my knees.I’ve never met anyone like him. He’s what would you’d get if you squeezed masculinity through a sieve. He’s the grit. The pulp. The hard stuff that leaves a sweet taste in your mouth. On top of that, he’s kind and funny, and did I mention he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on?Obviously, he’s straight.And obviously, that’s fine.It’s not like I’m going to flirt with him. Or fall for him.

The apocalypse will be televised! A man. His ex-girlfriend's cat. A sadistic game show unlike anything in the universe: a dungeon crawl where survival depends on killing your prey in the most entertaining way possible. In a flash, every human-erected construction on Earth—from Buckingham Palace to the tiniest of sheds—collapses in a heap, sinking into the ground. The buildings and all the people inside have all been atomized and transformed into the dungeon: an 18-level labyrinth filled with traps, monsters, and loot. A dungeon so enormous, it circles the entire globe. Only a few dare venture inside. But once you're in, you can't get out. And what's worse, each level has a time limit. You have but days to find a staircase to the next level down, or it's game over. In this game, it's not about your strength or your dexterity. It's about your followers, your views. Your clout. It's about building an audience and killing those goblins with style. You can't just survive here. You gotta survive big. You gotta fight with vigor, with excitement. You gotta make them stand up and cheer. And if you do have that "it" factor, you may just find yourself with a following. That's the only way to truly survive in this game—with the help of the loot boxes dropped upon you by the generous benefactors watching from across the galaxy. They call it Dungeon Crawler World. But for Carl, it's anything but a game.