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Senior year's focus should be all about securing my spot with the Brooklyn Bears. I should be skating easy. I should be… but I'm not. I'm about to make an enemy out of the one person I should be bowing to—Coach Kosta. Not my fault he hired a smoke show to be our team photographer. One with hella curves, southern charm, and impeccable taste in men—me. One who confessed she'd never given herself to anyone but trusted that I was the right man for the job. They say, "sticks over chicks," but whoever coined that phrase had obviously never met a girl like Kameron Kosta, the coach's niece.

They say don’t judge a book by its cover, but as an avid reader of those kinds of books—and a proud member of my mom’s book club—I know better. So when I laid eyes on a hot, tattooed, pierced bad boy with milk chocolate eyes and hair that begs to be tugged, I knew I was in trouble. The way he looks at me? Let’s just say, I haven’t felt this kind of heat since my last spicy read. It’s lust at first sight. But there’s one tiny problem. I’m a virgin. Okay, two problems. He’s my overprotective cousin’s best friend.

She's the forbidden fruit, and I'm her dirty fantasy. Four years ago, she kissed me. She said she was 19. She wasn't even close. To make it even worse, she's daddy's little princess. Then, a year ago, I was hired to head a security team for her out-of-control younger sister while on a European tour with the band Foreplay. I vowed to stay away from her, becoming a shadow in the dark whenever she was around. Now she's been hired to photograph her sister's 60-day honeymoon, all around the world. She's not a little girl anymore.

They call him Tricks. To me, he was the first man I ever felt I could trust. He annihilated all the stereotypes about men rooted in me, even when he so easily fit the mold. He wasn't my type, not at all. I hated men. In my last life, anyway.

Tris: When a spring flower blooms too early, it often wilts while others blossom during their proper season. That's me in a nutshell, and what eventually landed me in the nuthouse. Through necessity, I found a new passion, one that helps mask the darkness by thrusting me into the spotlight. Each show is a session, ending in a kiss meant for revenge. He broke me, and I will make sure I do the same to him.

Lucas, the star quarterback, seems to have it all—superstar athletic abilities, expensive clothes, cars, and women who will stop at nothing to be his, if only for a night. Tessa is a young woman who lives her life always doing what is right. She tries desperately to hold herself accountable to the demanding expectations of her family, and everyone around her, while remaining virtuous. However, when two worlds collide, sparks fly and ignite in a fiery passion that neither Lucas nor especially Tessa are ready for. Will the fire and passion of first love win, or will it destroy them?

Mila: The six-foot-three, two hundred pounds of lean muscle, disgustingly defined by his white tee hugging . . . all that, with a backpack slung over his bulging broad shoulder is far from innocent. He's Max Steel. He's all sorts of grown up. And he's my enemy . . . even though he doesn't know it yet.

I traded my plaid skirt for a navy blazer, my religion for a red Solo cup, and finally my Bible for a bong, just to fit in. He helped me jeté from outcast to the "it girl". In becoming this new, improved version of myself, my truths became laced with lies. I thought he was my savior, but it turns out that he was really the devil in designer.

I never wished on falling stars or simply dreamed of making it into the major leagues. I did the work. I made it happen. I never expected my last night out with my minor league crew would end up with us stepping in for a no-show stripper at a bachelorette party in the VIP section of Kingston's. I sure as hell didn't expect that the hottie with the pink sash and gold lettering spelling out "Bride to Be" would have me calling dibs on a woman for the first time in my life. Spoiler alert: She had no ring, she was no bride, and I knew that going...in.

Held captive since birth, I never knew normal. As a child, I took comfort in reading. It was my escape; my only glimpse at what life and love could be like outside the walls that I had been hidden behind. When I was finally freed, the world I entered was something I never could have imagined. Then I meet Harper Abraham, and my heart's very beat . . . changes. But, can I?

New York Times best-selling author Tatum Longley is being forced out of her comfort zone. Her publisher needs her to change from hard-hitting nonfiction to romance. But first, she must find a muse. Angelo has no desire to form relationships, when a very persistent Tatum makes him an offer that nearly knocks this six-foot-five, long-haired, tattooed, dangerous-looking man on his ass. Will he be able to resist the temptation? Or will he allow her to use him?

One trip down the stairs, caused by a lone Lego, while wrapped in a towel, spewing a plethora of profanities, and my cell phone went flying. I landed on my ass, and then the ER. Between those two occurrences was a FaceTime call, placed by a bouncing phone, to the number of a man I didn’t even truly look at, who had now seen more of my body than anyone had since my Tinder days, over a year ago. Three declined calls later, I limped out the door to get myself to the ER before starting my hectic day.

When Pope left our hometown my life changed. When he came back and saw his nemesis's ring on my finger, I knew he would be angry, but people change, right? When he found out I had a little girl he demanded I call things off with Kal. He says he refuses to let a man like him raise his child. I told him she wasn't his, but he still won't back down.

Jagger Caldwell is no one's hero. With a reputation for busting heads and breaking hearts on the underground MMA circuit, he lives for easy cash and easier women. But when he stumbles upon an all-too-familiar scene, painful memories awaken Jagger's sensitive side and compel him to act. As a kid, he stood by helplessly as his old man beat his mom. Now, Jagger won't let 17-year-old Tatiana Rand suffer the same fate. Nothing matters except saving her.

Living by my father's rules has never been easy. Who does he think he is anyway? Jase Steel has broken every rule he tries to make me live by. The last one though, that last D, ruined my virgin skin, my relationship with my father, and changed my whole life. No Decorating. I should have listened to him...but I didn't.

Kat's a take no s--t kind of girl, but when her mother forces her to start online dating with her, she's taken off guard. The tables turn, and now Kat has the opportunity to dish out unsolicited advice of her own. The ever-unsociable Kat puts herself out there, knowing no man in their right mind will ask her out. Little does she know the world has changed. The constant connection has caused a disconnect, and while hiding behind a screen, most men hold nothing back.

For Morrison Caldwell, life is a game of chance. A high roller with a legendary poker face, he's the wild card of the family, always chasing the next thrill and never staying put for long. The one place that always lures him back is Las Vegas, with its hot tables and even hotter women. He's perfectly content to live his life as a series of one-night stands. But when a parking lot confrontation with a cocktail waitress takes a naughty turn, she leaves Morrison aching for another round.

The Blue Valley series is not your typical love story. It is a journey through one's past...maybe even a story resembling someone close to you. It's our story. Tessa Ross has finally decided to give herself a break. A break from her forced smiles. A break from the people she loves. A break to help her heart heal. A break to mend and regain the strength that she once had. A break to find herself again. A break to focus on the next step in her life journey.

Uncovering a human trafficking ring, Brody unknowingly brought danger to the doorstep of the only woman he ever truly loved, and their family, who he desperately wants to protect. After being rescued from captivity and working hard to remember the family he was forced to leave behind, drugged to forget, Brody holds the power and proof to bring down all the powerful people behind the heinous crimes against humanity. Now he lies on a cot, in an eight-by-ten jail cell, thinking about his next move while being consumed with worry about their safety.

Five years ago, Nalani pushed me to take an offer from Lincoln University for a full ride, giving me a better shot at playing professional hockey. She promised to make the move with me then bailed at the last minute, breaking her promise and my heart. Now she’s in my city, in my space, vying for a job in the Bears' organization, and trying to get my attention. But all I'm giving her is my back. The old saying, "Screw me once, shame on you. Screw me twice, shame on me," rings in my head, but not as loudly as the memory of how hot we were together.