A life without financial worries A deed to a castle A nest of hot gargoyles? Charlotte I don’t know what was more finding out I had an aunt or that my aunt is dead. No, scratch that, the most surprising revelation is that monsters are real. Supernaturals and monsters have always lived in the dark. My inheritance is a fortune and a castle. But somehow no one mentioned the castle is occupied by Darius, Julius, Marcus, and an as—We’ll call him Atlas. These gargoyles think I’m moving in on their home… when all I want to do is “find myself,” collect my inheritance, and move on. What’s next? Who knows? Only a few things are One, I don’t belong in Ireland. Two, Atlas hates me more than he hates…everybody. Three, I hold the key to this castle, whether they like it or not. Will I find myself and move on as intended, or is Ireland, with the gargoyles, destined to be my new home?

In a garden surrounded by a tall fence, tucked away behind a small, quiet house in an even smaller town, is an apple tree that is rumored to bear a very special sort of fruit. In this luminous debut novel, Sarah Addison Allen tells the story of that enchanted tree, and the extraordinary people who tend it.… The Waverleys have always been a curious family, endowed with peculiar gifts that make them outsiders even in their hometown of Bascom, North Carolina. Even their garden has a reputation, famous for its feisty apple tree that bears prophetic fruit, and its edible flowers, imbued with special powers. Generations of Waverleys tended this garden. Their history was in the soil. But so were their futures. A successful caterer, Claire Waverley prepares dishes made with her mystical plants—from the nasturtiums that aid in keeping secrets and the pansies that make children thoughtful, to the snapdragons intended to discourage the attentions of her amorous neighbor. Meanwhile, her elderly cousin, Evanelle, is known for distributing unexpected gifts whose uses become uncannily clear. They are the last of the Waverleys—except for Claire’s rebellious sister, Sydney, who fled Bascom the moment she could, abandoning Claire, as their own mother had years before. When Sydney suddenly returns home with a young daughter of her own, Claire’s quiet life is turned upside down—along with the protective boundary she has so carefully constructed around her heart. Together again in the house they grew up in, Sydney takes stock of all she left behind, as Claire struggles to heal the wounds of the past. And soon the sisters realize they must deal with their common legacy—if they are ever to feel at home in Bascom—or with each other. Enchanting and heartfelt, this captivating novel is sure to cast a spell with a style all its own….

I’m his boss. He’s my daughter’s ex-boyfriend. This has nope written all over it. For twenty-five years, I’ve been in an exclusive, all-consuming relationship with Stone’s Throw Tavern, my family’s local bar. I don’t need a boyfriend. What I need is a new bartender. And what I get is Charlie, my daughter’s old college boyfriend, a guy who still acts like he’s chillin’ at the frat house. He was canned from his Wall Street job and escaped to small town Sourwood for a fresh start. He knows bupkis about bartending, but he makes up for it with his cocky charm…and the tight shirts he wears, which secretly drive me wild. Now I’m making up excuses to hang by the bar during his shifts. There’s a pile of reasons why I can’t cross the line with an employee. Especially this one. He’s twenty years younger than me, and I’m a foot taller than him. Even on a purely mathematical level, this can’t work. And yet… The growing heat between the fratboy and me burns like a shot of whiskey. I just need to keep my beer can in my pants, or else I could lose my business and my daughter. The Barkeep and the Bro will serve you up a glass of age gap, size difference, boss/employee, grumpy/sunshine, small town romance goodness, garnished with humor and lots of heat. And it won’t even ask for ID. This is the third book in the Single Dads Club series, but can be read as a standalone.

I was supposed to survive college unnoticed. Keep my head down. Get my degree. Disappear before anyone remembered my name. Then Alexei Morozov noticed me. The coldest monster on campus. The Russian mafia’s favorite weapon. One of the Void Kings. He doesn’t have a heart. He doesn’t know mercy. And he never asks for permission. I know loving him is a mistake. Because monsters don’t love. They consume. And Alexei Morozov won’t stop until there’s nothing left of me. This is a dark M/M romance. It can be read as a standalone and is guaranteed to have a happy ending.

I’m his boss. He’s my daughter’s ex-boyfriend. This has nope written all over it. For twenty-five years, I’ve been in an exclusive, all-consuming relationship with Stone’s Throw Tavern, my family’s local bar. I don’t need a boyfriend. What I need is a new bartender. And what I get is Charlie, my daughter’s old college boyfriend, a guy who still acts like he’s chillin’ at the frat house. He was canned from his Wall Street job and escaped to small town Sourwood for a fresh start. He knows bupkis about bartending, but he makes up for it with his cocky charm…and the tight shirts he wears, which secretly drive me wild. Now I’m making up excuses to hang by the bar during his shifts. There’s a pile of reasons why I can’t cross the line with an employee. Especially this one. He’s twenty years younger than me, and I’m a foot taller than him. Even on a purely mathematical level, this can’t work. And yet… The growing heat between the fratboy and me burns like a shot of whiskey. I just need to keep my beer can in my pants, or else I could lose my business and my daughter. The Barkeep and the Bro will serve you up a glass of age gap, size difference, boss/employee, grumpy/sunshine, small town romance goodness, garnished with humor and lots of heat. And it won’t even ask for ID. This is the third book in the Single Dads Club series, but can be read as a standalone.

He’s the campus god with blood on his hands. I’m the TA who should’ve walked away.Everyone worships Dominic Volkov—the Russian quarterback with a million‑dollar smile, a body built for victory, and a future everyone wants a piece of. He’s untouchable on the field and off it. The kind of man who owns every room he walks into.But I know better.The first time I met him, there was a dead man lying at his feet and blood on his hands. But instead of running, I made a deal with the devil and bound myself to a man who doesn’t believe in mercy.I was raised to fear sin and resist temptation. To believe wanting the wrong thing would damn me.I’ve never been good at running from sin.And Dominic has made it clear that I’m his favorite.

He’s the campus god with blood on his hands. I’m the TA who should’ve walked away.Everyone worships Dominic Volkov—the Russian quarterback with a million‑dollar smile, a body built for victory, and a future everyone wants a piece of. He’s untouchable on the field and off it. The kind of man who owns every room he walks into.But I know better.The first time I met him, there was a dead man lying at his feet and blood on his hands. But instead of running, I made a deal with the devil and bound myself to a man who doesn’t believe in mercy.I was raised to fear sin and resist temptation. To believe wanting the wrong thing would damn me.I’ve never been good at running from sin.And Dominic has made it clear that I’m his favorite.

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