USA Today bestselling author Stacy Reid’s addictive tale of two lost people who are found...by each other London is buzzing with the news that James Winters, the Duke of Wulverton—thought lost at sea a decade ago—survived in the harsh wilderness of the Yukon. Now he’s been returned to his family, his responsibilities, and a nightmarish world of artifice and noise. He has three weeks to become a refined, elegant duke for the Queen...or doom the entire family to ruin and scandal. Promising psychologist Jules Southby knows a lot about disguises. She’s secretly been living as a boy since birth, enjoying the freedoms of men and knowing little about how to behave like a woman. When she meets the alluring duke, she’s unprepared for his raw, masculine beauty and icy intelligence...or that he can see through her darkest secret. Jules has very little time to transform the duke into a true semblance of an English gentleman. Yet his very presence seems to unravel her in every way. Their attraction is stark and achingly real—and forbidden. But loving the lost duke would mean losing every sacrifice she’s made to earn her freedom...

A steamy fantasy romance about the healing yet deadly power of fate and forbidden love. When I was young, I was told that my true love would be a faerie king. I didn't heed the warning. I tumbled into love as soon as our eyes first met, unaware that he wasn't what he seemed. My king wanted marriage, power, devotion, and a family. He had all but one, and as our kingdom stood upon the precipice of ruin, the weight of failure tore us apart. Though it was not the war but his betrayal that sent me running to a foreign land. And straight into the arms of a one-eyed warrior. The wolf was a weapon of heartless destruction, a rogue without a real name, and nothing I was allowed to want. A week spent within his city and the walls of his threadbare home was all it took to irrevocably change everything. And nothing at all. For there was no escaping the life I'd once thought I'd cherish forever. My kingdom was dying and my king would soon start searching for his missing queen. Attempting to keep all I'd found in the heartache he'd caused would only create more. So I fled from the wolf who hadn't learned my true identity, and I returned to my kingdom with a silent vow to heal my torn heart. I would try to forgive my faithless husband and accept my bloodstained future. But those meddlesome fates had other plans. The warrior I'd left without warning was born a hunter and conditioned to be a monster. An alpha in his own right, he would accept nothing less than what he hungered for. Even if the battle of his life delivered our hearts to their doom and our kingdoms to their knees. _ This explosive romantic fantasy is a standalone from the world of The Savage and the Swan. It contains mature content and a happily ever after.

The alpha was supposed to be mine. Our fates were decided by the Moon herself, but he chose to follow his own path to a future that didn't include me. Accepting my destined mate's rejection was the hardest thing I ever had to do, and it cost me my pack, my friends, and in the end...my home.Now, four years later I have to rejoin my old pack, forced to see him love another female. Her scent is mixed into the crevices of his skin, and every breath I take is slowly killing me little by little. How do you tell yourself not to breathe?But there's one more element to this story, something I didn't count on...and his name is Dallas Valentine. I'm drawn to him in a way I can't explain. There's something about him, about the scent of his secrets that lures me in, tempting my most primal instincts. But he's not destined for me, and what chance do I stand against fate?

My bones still hold the gouges of rejection. It still hurts, watching Clayton love the one he rejected me for, and it probably always will. My body still yearns for my destined mate, the Moon refusing to set us free from the bond that stems from the marrow of our existence. Anguish and heartache with unbearable pain is the life I thought I was destined to live.Until Dallas. Even though he is not the mate destined for me by the Moon, we decided to choose our own paths. Fate was ours to determine.Or so we thought...

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Early Spanish explorers in the late eighteenth century found springtime California covered with spectacular carpets of wildflowers from San Francisco to San Diego. Yet today, invading plant species have devastated this nearly forgotten botanical heritage. In this lively, vividly detailed work, Richard A. Minnich synthesizes a unique and wide-ranging array of sources—from the historic accounts of those early explorers to the writings of early American botanists in the nineteenth century, newspaper accounts in the twentieth century, and modern ecological theory—to give the most comprehensive historical analysis available of the dramatic transformation of California's wildflower prairies. At the same time, his groundbreaking book challenges much current thinking on the subject, critically evaluating the hypothesis that perennial bunchgrasses were once a dominant feature of California's landscape and instead arguing that wildflowers filled this role. As he examines the changes in the state's landscape over the past three centuries, Minnich brings new perspectives to topics including restoration ecology, conservation, and fire management in a book that will change our of view of native California.

For fans of Lucy Score and Colleen Hoover, a heart-wrenching contemporary romance about a young woman with a traumatic past who falls for the single dad next door. I was eighteen, he was thirty-one. We were worlds apart. But right next door. The temptations were too strong. My future is a big ‘what if’ at the moment and I’m fine with that. For the most part. When Thayer Holmes moves in next door, the grumpy landscaper both fascinates and amuses me. When he asks me to nanny his kid, it’s a great way to make some extra money. It’s impossible not to fall in love with Thayer and his adorable son. There’s a big problem though. I’m eighteen. He’s thirty-one. Falling for someone almost fifteen years older than me wasn’t part of my plans, but sometimes things happen when you least expect them.