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Sam's crazy Italian family is back, and Suds takes them on with his usual Southern charm as he navigates through the holiday season. Will they find the nativity infant in time for Christmas?

Jack's about to lose his friends, family, and even his life unless he finds a powerful witch to call his own. Fate brings him the perfect woman except for one fatal flaw. She never learned the art of dangerous foreplay, the mating duel. Can he train her in time? Zoe is a warrior-healer, orphaned at birth. She believes magic is all a harmless game until one night a dominant, brooding, sexy-as-sin warrior collapses in her tea room. When he ignites a craving deep within, she must decide if he's worth fighting for. Is there a place for hearts in this magical world?

For the survival of his clan, Jack Fialko needs to mate with a witch of equal power before the end of the solstice. He finds the perfect woman, except for one serious flaw. She has no idea how to engage in the dangerous magical foreplay - the duel for sexual equality. The task of training her in two days seems insurmountable, especially while other warriors are trying to kidnap her. Zoe is a warrior-healer hybrid. The trouble is, she has no idea what that means.

This time, it's murder but there's no body and no motive. In fact, there's no evidence of any foul play except for the word of a nosy busy-body with night-vision binoculars. Despite big bucks, I suggest we pass on this case but Sam's family butts in and of course, it explodes in our face. Now, we're hip deep in a whole lot of shit better left to the police. The good news? No more Joey. We moved into the loft above our new office space. The bad news? They're demolishing the church next door and the jackhammer's sent our kitten into therapy.

What if all I got isn't enough? When you get right down to it, I am one mean son of a gun and make no apologies. You can’t own a billion-dollar company and be anything less. There’s just one thing I regret. I'm turning into the person I hated most growing up, but even he had the decency to walk out. Me, not so much.

I specifically told the agency I wanted a male dog walker. She’s way too leggy. That’s the problem. And young. And naïve. I got no business letting her stay in my guesthouse, especially the way my blood runs south whenever she’s near. In another lifetime, I might’ve pursued her but I suck at relationships.

There's no way she's tough enough to get me into shape. When my physical therapist's ex locks her out and takes everything she owns, I want to help. However, a recent, unfortunate incident has social media all over me. Risking all, I offer her cold, hard, cash but she refuses, suggesting I'm trying to buy her sexual favors. Now she's got this ridiculous idea she can get back on her feet with a wedding.

When my physical therapist's ex locks her out and takes everything she owns, I want to help. However, a recent, unfortunate incident has social media all over me. Risking all, I offer her cold, hard, cash but she refuses, suggesting I'm trying to buy her sexual favors. Now she's got this ridiculous idea she can get back on her feet with a wedding. A fake marriage might be just the thing to sweeten my side of a million-dollar deal so I agree. Everything would've worked out fine except for her sweet baby-blues. The minute they focus on me, I'm never letting her go.

Having suffered more than his fair share of heartbreak, Josh Fialko seems determined to destroy himself and everyone close to him. A fatal love match left him shattered beyond repair. Now, he wants nothing to do with mating, especially not with the feisty little water witch who’s intent on stealing his heart.

Like all male witches, he's arrogant, stubborn, and best if left alone. If not, he'll be telling me what to do, where to go, and become a pain in my ass. Not only that, he's got a shadowy side, hovering under the surface. How the hell had I let him get under my skin?

My ex-husband was a cheap, conniving SOB with ties to the mob. When he died, I cheered. Years later, quite by accident, I capture his voice on a recording. If he's come back to life, I'm dead meat, and no one, not even my sexy lawyer, can save me. The only thing I can do is ignore the law and run.

Jace Fialko decided long ago he'd never mate again. He knows firsthand how the magical foreplay - the duel for sexual equality - can turn deadly. He tempts fate when a stubborn, sinfully tempting Earth witch gets into trouble and can't resist being her hero. She's prickly as a badger and has secrets deeper than the crevices she carves into the sand. Terra needs to hide her talent. Alone in the desert for years, she knows better than to fall for an arrogant, sexy, flame-throwing alpha male.

I made her promise. Absolutely, positively, no field work while I'm out of town. When I find my forged signature and a rental car, I'm ready to wring her pretty, little, neck, except I can't find her. How the hell did she get lost in a snow storm in Vermont? Sam and Suds are at it again in this action-filled hilarious new adventure.

Don't get me wrong. I respect she's got plenty of attitude. I especially hold her Uncle Vinny, a mob boss, in high esteem. When she goes missing, at first I figure she's miffed. When she doesn't answer my texts, I check with her family, and my stupid heart stops. Where the hell is she? Suds and Sam will make you laugh and yet keep you resisting pause all night long.

How dare she barge into my office and threaten to take me to court? I’d bet millions that she barely pays her rent, not with the salary my dad pays. Still, she’s got some balls, I give her that. She must know I don’t need a big scandal, not just as I’m taking the company public. What’s she up to? I know just how to find out.

Sure, I've been knocked around a little. What player hasn't? However, if what the doc says is true, things have got to change. There's no way I'm letting my wife become my nursemaid. She deserves better than that, better than me.

I've been told I got issues with authority but it's not true. As long as no one's trying to be an asshole, I'm perfectly fine. The baby-faced FBI agent shows me a picture of Sonia and I groan. I met her at the Sochi games, a beautiful Russian ice princess. Even at 17, she was destined for Olympic gold. Rumor is, her family money comes from illegal activities, and although nothing has ever been proved, I know I'm in deep sh-t.

My ex-fiancé is back, waving around my expensive ring, sitting in stands, and being a real pain in the ass. My lady-friend is pretty cool about the whole thing until the ex sets me up for a photo shoot, starring yours truly and her naked in my hotel room. That's when I figure enough is enough. Sure, we've been friends since we were kids but that doesn't give her the right to ruin the best thing that's ever happened to me. And when the love-of-my-life disappears? That's just over-the top.

In the hours just before dawn, blasphemous curses echo throughout the stone manor. A knife clatters to the floor, and a feisty young widow is bound, blindfolded, and led to the marriage altar. The king couldn't possibly have sanctioned this farce of a marriage, could he? After all, she alone transformed a few mud huts and starving serfs into a flourishing town, never once hesitating to pay generous taxes to his royal kingdom.

Her voice is too curt, and her shifty look is downright confusing. I'm pretty sure she's asking for help, and it gets me to thinking. Four weeks ago, I almost lost her to hypothermia, while her employer, my ex-roommate, chased her into the woods. What if he's back? Maybe, that's why she's acting so strange. Whatever the reason, I'm sure as hell not letting her go. I'll fight to the death to keep what's mine safe.