I am Cassian Nocturne, the second-born, the spare, the shadow they locked in the North Tower because my magic wasn't golden - it was black. My magic didn't heal. It _took_. It took light, it took heat, it took memories if I wanted it to. My mother called me a curse. So at 16, I burned the North Tower down and disappeared into the Whispering Woods. The woods where no knight dared to enter. For ten years, I became the Villain. The one mothers warned about. The Witch of the North who traded in desires. That's how she found me. Elara Vane. Fiancee to my perfect brother Alistair. The most beautiful girl in Aelthorn. Ice-blonde hair, skin like fresh snow, lips that had never been kissed by anyone but a prince. She came barefoot through the snow in a white silk dress, bleeding from her feet, furious. "You," she spat, slamming the doors of my castle open. "You have to kill him." I lounged on my throne made of frozen thorns. "Hello to you too, future sister-in-law." "I heard you grant wishes for a price," she said. "I want my fiance dead. Prince Alistair." Now that was interesting. "Why? Isn't he the dream? Charming, heroic, good in bed I assume?" Her perfect face twisted. "He's a monster. He beats the maids. He drowned my brother's dog because it barked. He told me if I ever disobey him, he'll lock me in a convent and take my family's lands. Everyone thinks he's light. He's rotten inside. But you - everyone says YOU'RE the monster, and you haven't hurt anyone." She was right. I hadn't. The great Villain of Ravenhollow had spent ten years scaring off hunters and healing wounded wolves. "What's your price?" she asked. I looked at her - shivering, desperate, beautiful in a way that made my dark magic curl inside my chest. The truth was, I was falling for her in a way that villains are not supposed to fall. Obsessively. Possessively. Romantically. I wanted to burn Aelthorn down just so she would never have to go back. On the 29th day, we finally had a plan to expose Alistair. Letters, proof, witnesses hidden in my woods. And then Alistair himself came to my gates with 200 knights, because he had tracked his missing fiancee.

At UCLA, everyone knows Dylan Tatcher - 6'2, basketball god, and the hottest guy on campus. No one knows Olive Tatcher is his twin sister. Olive kept it a secret for 3 years because she wants to be loved for herself, not as Dylan's sister. When her crush asks her out, she panics and lies that her own twin brother is her boyfriend. The plan works... until Dylan's best friend Derek Chen finds out. Derek is everything Olive is not supposed to want - too sincere, too talented, too kind. But when he looks at her, he sees Olive, not Dylan's sister. From UCLA to the streets of Bangkok, can Olive stop pretending and let someone love the real her? #High-school love#Romance#Love at first sight

Jake Thompson just wanted a quiet house with his wife Lisa. Instead he got Diane Henderson — a 67-year-old HOA president with a tape measure, binoculars, and a poodle named Mr. Pickles who thinks he owns the neighborhood. After 7 violations in 3 days and being forced to become HOA Secretary, Jake decides to fight back and run for President. A hilarious married-life comedy about trash cans, crooked banners, exploding BBQs, and how to take down an HOA queen without losing your mind.