Good things come from unexpected places...Magic and mayhem. Vampires and gods. Cops and werewolves. The binding thread of mysticism in the modern world and acts of kindness, small and large, random and focused. Join these ten authors as we travel through their worlds.All of the author proceeds from the sales of this anthology will go to the Random Acts Organization, sponsoring kindness throughout the world. This is not official Random Acts merchandise, but is a fundraising ...

Most life changes start with a wake up call.Lola Turner's wake up call came in the form of saving her politician father one too many times.Now she's determined to be "New Lola"—the version of herself that has always been hiding beneath duty, guilt, promises, and secrets since her mother passed away when she was fifteen.So even though she's moving on, starting her own bakery on the Ocean View boardwalk, the mess that her father always seems to get hi...

My boss wants me to have his baby.Under normal circumstances, that'd be an easy "Uhh… no." But Gavriil Nikolaev is not the kind of man who likes to be denied.Besides, even if I did find him attractive—which I most certainly do not… And even if I wasn't his employee—which I definitely am… There's no getting around the fact that he's an incredibly dangerous man.I've been down this road before, and it almost ruined my life. I refuse to do it again. But...

The Bratva came in the night and set the place on fire.I thought it was my chance to finally escape this awful mob-owned club.Goodness gracious, was I wrong.Because the man pounding at the door is not a knight in shining armor, here to liberate this damsel in distress from her nightmare.More like the polar freaking opposite.Bastien Nikolaev, the new don of Miami's Nikolaev Bratva, is moody, broody, with a bad attitude-y.And n...

I'm locked in a cage in my wedding dress.How did I end up here? Three days ago, I was a normal girl living a normal life. My adoptive parents came over to my apartment for dinner, just like they do every week.But this time, they brought bombshells.They tell me I'm not who they said I was. And all those dance lessons, those etiquette classes? They weren't just for show. They were to groom me. To mold me into what I'm about to become—the forced wife o...