Rock star Malcolm Strong is used to being in control. Of the band. Of his feelings. Of the woman he has tied to his bed. He never gets close enough to get hurt. He never wants to. Until Lacey. The sassy brunette is working on the band's latest music video. Which means he shouldn't be picturing her naked. Spread eagle. Screaming his name. He doesn't mix business and pleasure, but there's something about her quick wit and her soft curves - Mal has to have her.

Violet Valentine has had enough of tattooed bad boys for one lifetime. Sure, nice guys don't set her on fire the way her ex Ethan did. They don't have his piercing blue eyes, or his bright smile, or his skilled hands. They don't serenade her with her favorite songs. Or make her laugh until her sides ache. Or make her feel so good she could die. None of that matters. Ethan isn't breaking her heart again. No one is.

Rock star Kit Lockhart can have any woman he wants...any woman except her. Piper Strong is tired of being the innocent one. So what if she's a virgin who avoids booze? That doesn't make her naive. Why is it she's supposed to know exactly what she wants at only 19? She studies hard. She hangs out with her friends. She tries to date, but she keeps comparing guys to Kit. And no one has his soulful eyes, or his dark hair, or his deep chuckle. Kit Lockhart is on the straight and narrow. The brooding bassist is fresh out of rehab and ready to resist temptation.

He'll dig her out of debt...if she agrees to his terms. Kat Wilder is struggling. She waits tables to support her little sister, but the money never goes far enough. She needs help, fast, or she's going to lose their home. Enter Blake Sterling. The tech billionaire offers Kat a lifeline. A million dollars for her hand in marriage. A million dollars to don designer dresses, smile at paparazzi, stare into his eyes like she's madly in love. As long as she keeps up the ruse, she secures her family's future.

Leighton is my best friend. My subordinate. My girlfriend. That's the story we're selling. To our co-workers. To our friends. To everyone who's anticipating the breakdown of the year at my ex's wedding. It's a terrible idea. Then Leighton slides her hands into my hair and presses her berry lips to mine. And all that wrong fades to right. I stop pretending. I forget the woman who broke my heart. I forget our rules. I forget I'll be lost without her. I kiss her back like I'll never get enough. I won't. But I can't risk losing my best friend. Even if she's the woman who might finally unlock my heart.

Jess James has her eye on the prize. She is finding the money to pay for law school. Period. It doesn't matter how lonely she feels 3,000 miles from home, how exhausted she is from working overtime as a cocktail waitress, or how deep the knife wound in her back cuts. She is going to be a lawyer, whatever it takes. Only she doesn't have what it takes. She can barely afford to pay her rent. Sinful Serenade bassist Pete Steele has enough to pay Jess' rent and buy her a small island in the Caribbean.

Jasmine Lee is screwed. She can barely afford her rent, much less her father’s medical bills. She needs cash - fast - or she’s going to lose her dad. Enter Shepard Marlowe. The tech mogul needs a wife, and he’s willing to pay. A million dollars for a year under his beck and call. Her freedom for her father’s life. It’s a good deal. Even if the Shepard is a beast. Angry, guarded, overbearing...and more irresistible than Prince Charming. How is it possible she craves someone so merciless?

Willow Denton needs to get out of town fast. Her only option is joining her brother's band on tour. Two months with misbehaving men doesn't sound so bad. Until she walks in on the drummer naked and sporting a spanking new piercing right between his legs. There's no way the cocky player will ever think of her as more than his friend or, worse, his BFF's little sister. Better to focus on her photography. As soon as she stops thinking about him in her bed, against the wall, in the backseat of his car....

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Dean Maddox spent high school pushing all my buttons. Seven years later, we're working together. So much has changed, but he's the same arrogant jerk with the same penchant for teasing me senselessly. I still want to slap the cocky smirk from his face. And tear off his clothes. And kiss him like the ship is going down. I hate him. I want him. I can't...no, I will stop thinking about him. 

He’s my best friend’s older brother, off limits and incredibly tempting. I shouldn’t peak into Brendon’s sketchbook, even if the tattoo artist is as brooding and stoic as the day is long. I can’t help myself. I peel it open, run my fingers along the paper, soak up every ounce of him. His drawings are as beautiful and bold as his dark eyes and his cocky smile. Only, there, on the third page - that’s no tattoo mockup. That’s me. Naked. Ready. Waiting in his bed.

Emma Kane is my new roommate. My very off-limits roommate. My gorgeous, sassy, hot-as-hell roommate. I try to keep my distance. To ignore her soft laugh, her intense eyes, her sweet smile. And that groan, the one she makes over her morning coffee - alright, the feisty college student is driving me out of my mind. I can still keep my hands off her. I double down on my rules. Draw that line between friends and lovers. Then she presses her red lips to mine. And, suddenly, it’s obvious. There’s no way in hell I can resist her.

Do rock stars really live happily ever after? The men of Sinful Serenade may have found women who complete them, but love isn't always enough to make things last. Can Miles, Drew, Tom, and Pete make forever a reality? Or will the fans, the fame, and the grueling tour schedule prove too trying for marriage and family? Sinful Ever After is a sequel to the best-selling Sinful Serenade series.

Waking up next to my best friend? No big deal. Only our clothes are MIA. And his ring is on my finger. I didn't just sleep with my best friend. I married him. Post-breakup, I'm ready to console myself with books and ice cream. My best friend has other ideas. According to Griff, there's only one real way to get over someone: get under someone else. We've been friends since third grade. He's, ahem, experienced. I trust him. We go out. Drink. Dance. Kiss.

It's supposed to be fun without strings, but resisting her is so damn hard. I'm good in bed, and I know what I want. So when a curvy grad student catches my eye, I do what I do best. I take her home. I kiss her hard. I - well, a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. I don't expect to want more. But I do. Iris is smart, sweet, and innocent as hell. I need her as often as possible. We strike up an arrangement. There are three rules. All fun. No strings. No falling in love. But then I've never been very good at following rules.