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Dawn Vasquez never takes life too seriously. But when she rescues a golden retriever named Gigi, Dawn begins to imagine what it'd be like to settle down and let someone rely on her for a change. Unfortunately, Adam Dearborn - a handsome, hopelessly buttoned-up cattle rancher in need of a guide dog - has also fallen in love with the little ball of fluff and stubbornly insists that no other animal will do.

All I had to do was steal a diamond necklace, and I’d be brought into the Hermosa Beach Crime Syndicate’s inner circle. My brother’s murder would not go unpunished. Pull off one heist, and I would be one step closer to bringing down his killers. The problem is someone else wants my spot on the crew. This dangerously sexy and infuriating man is in my way, threatening my chance to avenge my family. And he’s also a distraction I don’t need. Lincoln is smug and cocksure of himself, and I’m falling for him.

Frantic to avoid detection, Lila hides for the night in a condemned outbuilding on the edge of town. She checks each bunk for comfort and rests on the one with a strangely enticing scent and falls into an exhausted sleep. One problem - this place isn’t abandoned. Miners actually live here. And she’s chosen Zayzon’s bed. The loudest, tallest, and most sharp-clawed out of a band of tragically messy Xylan brothers who can’t clean to save their lives.

My name is Henry Walton, and though I've been called many things throughout my life - tree trunk, moose, walrus - I am now six foot five, solid muscle, and the hottest defensive end in the NFL college draft. This is the moment I've been waiting for: fame, women, and glory. Just one problem: I'm suddenly in a bad slump. And it started the moment I got dumped by Elle, the nerdy goddess with thick glasses, a smokin' hot body, and a genius IQ.

Inked by a monster—sounds cool, right? Until the guy accidentally imprinted on me. What was supposed to be a birthday gift to myself backfired in my face. How was I to know when I told him "Surprise me" that the fine-ass monster man would somehow embed his essence into my tattoo? Or that I'd come from his skilled fingers tapping a needle full of ink into my back? Now, ever since my tat-gasm, the guy follows me like a love-sick puppy… Intriguing me. Idolizing me. Impaling me. But I don't do insta-love, no matter how hot the s-e-x is.