Her current job assignment is the Supernatural Clean-up Crew. When a werewolf is unlucky enough to get hit by a car, Emma's crew is sent in to retrieve the body. Dr. "T.J." Jackson happens to be the coroner on duty. When it's discovered his mind is immune to magic so they can't erase the incident from his memory, they do the next best thing. They take him with them.

Stashed in a cabin miles from anywhere, Emma and T.J. start things off with a bang. But can a relationship built under extreme conditions really work?

Length: 2 hours, 42 minutes

Author: Kaye Chambers

Narrator: Paige Holt

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Emma blushed, but didn't drop her gaze. Standing there, saucy and bold, she made him wish she'd picked another place to aim. It wasn't that bad, but it certainly meant that sitting was going to be uncomfortable, to say the least. Truth, now that he'd stopped walking and straining the muscles around it, it didn't hurt at all. It really wasn't more than a graze.

"I'd be careful, Doc. I'm the only one who knows the way out of here until Vick and Phil get back tonight. You wouldn't want me to run off and leave you for them to take you back to civilization. You're right about their type."

"But am I yours?"

"My what?"

She blinked at him owlishly. He didn't believe she'd leave him at the mercy of her compatriots. Suddenly, he realized he had her number. Emma was the type of woman who'd jump up and down to make her point, but she wouldn't let anyone else pound on him. There was just too much iron in her for that.

"Vick made no bones that I'm his type. Thank you, but no. I prefer my companions a little softer around the edges. So, am I yours?"

He was ten kinds of a fool. Here he was, bleeding on her steps, trying to maneuver her into seeing him as a sexual object all because he liked the way the sunlight streaked her hair. Well, he liked other things, too, but still. Instead of flirting, he should be treating the gunshot wound she had given him and planning a fresh escape. Reminding himself of the fact didn't help. Even wounded, the possibility of sex was too good to pass up. He really was a dog.

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Kept under lock and key for her own good by a handsome highland warrior, Amelia - or Tuck as she prefers to be called - knows she has to find her way back to the 21st century to save her client.

Too bad she'll leave her heart in the past when she goes...

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Length: 8 hours, 28 minutes

Author: Jo Barrett

Narrator: Tessa Flannery

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Don’t think that because I let you drag me in here like some conquering warlord, that I’m afraid of you. I could put you on your back without stirring a breeze.”

Colin leaned closer. “No woman could put me on my back unless that was where I wished tae be with her riding astride,” he said lowly.

Her eyes widened and her cheeks colored. So her armor was not so thick after all. The lass had a soft underbelly, but he truly wished he hadn’t spoken of such things. The words brought to life too many tantalizing images.

“No woman would want you,” she spat, and turned away.

He snagged her by the arm and spun her around. She countered by grabbing his wrist and pulled, attempting to throw him off balance so she could jerk free, but he was too quick for her. Snatching her good wrist, he shoved her hand behind her back and leaned against her, imprisoning her in his arms. The moment he felt her toned shapely body pressed against him, he was lost. He could think of nothing, but how much he wanted to taste her.

His lips met hers—hard. He wildly feasted on her mouth as a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat. She answered the call, pressing against him with just as much force, just as much hunger. It stirred his blood to know that she too suffered the same pains as he, the same yearnings.

His hand slid down her back to the odd trews she wore, relishing the way they molded to her firm, round bottom. Cupping her sculpted flesh, he pressed her firmly against his aching shaft. He had to have her. Now.

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This is a story that I would definitely read... okay listen to , again. Story: 8.5 Presentation: 8 Seriously Reviewed

Length: 7 hours, 23 minutes

Author: Catherine Snodgrass

Narrator: Melissa Roth

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Dani Morgan felt herself slip further into that dark place in her mind. She was aware of where she was, what had happened, and that she was very badly hurt. None of that mattered. They couldn’t put her under. They just couldn’t. No one understood what it would mean.

She had gone there once before when she had her tonsils out as a child. It had terrified her ever since, yet she could speak of it to no one. Now she had to. But the words wouldn’t come. Dani couldn’t make them understand.

And slowly she went back to that place. That place where she had died.

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Annie's sick of settling for cleaning up after the messes of her hapless boyfriend, Weldon, so when she gets an inheritance she sets off for greener pastures. Now she's confronted with her grandmother's ghost, a manor full of dependents, a pack of hell-hounds and a gardener who might just be the man of her dreams.

Meanwhile, Angela's convinced her brand of love could turn life around for the seedy man living down the street, if only she could get him away from the floozy living next door. But the old gods are waking up again and she might just get the surprise of her life.

Warning: this book requires a wicked sense of humor!

"OMG, what a trippy, interesting, wickedly wild story Somehow I missed the WARNING when I snagged this one so when I first started it, My Mouth Dropped! But oh how I kept going And I am so glad I did." Seriously Reviewed

Author: Bodie Parkhurst

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This is Annie, doing what I used to find myself doing a lot when I was with Weldon—damage control. I hate talking about those days. I was such a loser. I mean, what else do you call a woman who’s trying so desperately to make a life with a man who doesn’t give a rusty rip about her? And doesn’t care if the whole world knows it?

I’d like to plead extenuating circumstances. I’d just had a baby. I was under the gun at work. My family wanted me to “make a go of it” with Weldon so they could pretend I wasn’t an unwed mother.

I was trying, not because I wanted to please everybody, but because I was too tired to see any other way.

That night when Weldon called? I wasn’t thinking about

Payback. I wasn’t thinking about ripping him off. I was just trying to salvage what I could from the ruins.

There were things in my life worth keeping, but Weldon wasn’t one of them. He had just about managed a clean sweep of my heart and bank account. At last I did what I should have done months before: I called home.

Momma answered on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Hello,” I gulped.

“Annie?” Her voice rose angrily, like it does when she’s frightened. “What’s wrong? Is it the baby?”

“No, Momma, Ryan’s fine, but—” My voice failed me. “But… I need a little help here.”

“What’s wrong?”

I choked back a laugh. “I have to change the way I’m doing things.”

“What do you mean?”

“Living this close to the edge ... my car broke down.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“I’m not sure. The shop’s going to let me know.”

“Is that all? We can send you some money.”

“No… no, that won’t solve the basic problem ... I’m not being a

good mother ... I’m not keeping my baby safe.”

“Where’s Weldon?” Her voice went chilly.

“I need to make a new start,” I answered without answering. “I can’t count on him. I have to be able to do this on my own.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know .... I just know I can’t keep doing it this way.”

Silence, except for a barely-audible clicking. I pictured her leaning against the kitchen cupboard, tapping her fingers absently on its tiles. “We’ll sell the house,” she said at last.

“No, Mom!” I burst out. “Don’t sell your house.”

“Grandma’s,” she said impatiently. “I’ll send you the papers.”

“Why?”

“She left it to you. You remember?”

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