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Sam reminds me of the horses we rescue. Scarred, skittish, and…strong. Beautiful. He’s a bit of a hat-stealer, and, truth be told, I’m a little leery of his chosen profession. The things he does in front of a camera...well, it makes me blush just thinkin' about it. But if that scar on his face is any indication, he could use somebody at his back. I aim to be that person. And yeah, some of my parts get confused by the fact that he’s all delicate and sparkly, but that’s not important. Even if the good hand lotion has somehow made it into the tack room.

Dane Golden - best friend. Temptation in football cleats. Roommate? I’m screwed. His followers don’t call him Pretty Boy D for nothing. The guy is, literally, God’s gift to women. I should know. I’ve watched chicks throw themselves at him since puberty. Sharing his loft should be simple. Easy. But shortly after I settle in, we realize being "just friends" was so much easier when we weren’t sleeping under the same roof. Seven years of thinking we had this down to a science goes out the window the night Dane sees my “Never Have I Ever” list.

After walking away from her toxic boyfriend, Wren finds herself lonely and wondering if good men only exist in fiction. But at a Valentine's Day masquerade ball, she spots them—the three men who meet every week at the coffee shop she works at.

I may have survived the battle, slipping from their grasp by cunning and sheer will, but the war still rages, and the next wave of enemies is worse than I ever imagined. Tangles of lies unravel around us as the past and present collide, bringing secrets into the light and making the future harder to see. With every turn down this winding path, it is clear pain is inevitable, but I'm not alone this time. Not anymore. I have a family, people I can't live without, and a place to finally call home.

There are three things my best friend Nash Dupree and I are good at. Fishing. Fighting. And another F-word that sure isn’t friendship. Nash has been by my side for the last thirty years, but despite our long, complicated history, there are some things the town bartender still keeps close to his chest. And now those secrets are threatening to tear us apart.

Any defenses I had against these men were falling now that they knew the truth about my past—about the darkness that resided under my very skin. After a ritual gone wrong, I find myself even more connected to them than before and embracing the intensity of what was growing between us and the strength it provided me. Something I was going to need because the academy was becoming a very dangerous place.

I’ve lived in the same small town my entire life. And I like it, for the most part: being a rancher, taking care of my chickens, and even my meddlesome family. What I don’t like is the limited dating options. I’m gay, and at 36 years old, I’ve never been with a man.

Bronc riding has always been my main focus. The plan was simple: work hard, go pro, and show the world what I was made of. It hasn't been easy, but I did it through dedication and a whole lot of determination. My dreams came true, my life more than fulfilled… Or so I thought. I never knew how much I ached for more until I stopped to help a stranger on the side of a one-lane road one chilly fall afternoon. He couldn't be more different than me, with his messy curls and the chipped black polish.

Kaitlyn Armstrong has a mission this holiday season: pull off a glitzy fundraising gala to redeem her family's reputation. After all, besides one tiny—okay, catastrophic—failure in high school, Kaitlyn is her family's rock. Who better to trust? But then Kaitlyn meets the architect she must work with to pull off the event. Micah Croft is the man who broke her nose, her heart, and her perfect academic record in high school. Now he's breaking her eight-year streak of avoiding him.

Cold-blooded murder. Do I have it in me? I’ve watched the people I love commit the worst kinds of crimes, and within the blink of an eye, I could be just like them. I feel the jagged glass beneath my fingers, but do I have the strength to follow this through? How much of my soul am I willing to sacrifice to make this right? Nic was supposed to be my rock. He was supposed to be my world until he showed me a side of himself that terrified me. He’s not the boy I once loved, he’s a man who’s quickly becoming the monster in my nightmare.

To everyone else, stepping into the Wolf Den was an epic mistake, filled with consequential betrayals. But to me, it was a necessity and I’m more than prepared to take on the vile evils that come with the territory because, in the end, it gets me one step closer to taking down Dominic Garcia.

I should change my name to troublemaker. After randomly sleeping with a hot doctor, I found out something disturbing. That same hot doctor would deliver my twins–our twins. Mark is the best obstetrician…possibly in the entire country. That means he’s got no time for games, no time for love, and definitely none for the big secret I’m hiding. The list of problems doesn’t just end there. I work as a receptionist at the same hospital, and Mark is my dad’s best friend. So imagine my shock when I find out that I’m having his twin babies.

I should’ve known better. Dating a bad boy biker could’ve only led to one thing: Heartbreak. But that wasn’t even the end of it. The entire ordeal also gave me a baby; one that I kept from him. Before you judge me, know that he was the one to walk away and move to another country.

The DeAngelis brothers. Men tremble at the sound of their names while women run, their lives flashing before their eyes. They’re the monsters under your bed, the boogeymen in your closet. Every living soul fears them. They’re relentless, and they’re coming to play. They’re the sons of the most notorious mafia boss, the leader of the DeAngelis Family, and they’ve just set their twisted sights on me.

When Colorado elementary school teacher Ophelia Brody decides to ditch her divorced family for a Christmas in the sunshine state with her college roommate, she doesn't expect a mile-high meet cute to tailspin the entire trip. Frankie Casado is cocky, presumptuous, shameless—and just the right distraction from her depressing, fruitless dating life back home for a few weeks. It just so happens the retired fighter pilot is in somewhat of a rut of his own, and the circumstances around their coincidental meeting and unavoidable physical attraction are the perfect excuse for a festive fling.

Growing up in a small town in Georgia, I never dreamed of starting a band that would blow up from a viral video, or that I'd live in a mansion on the beach in Miami, Florida. Since we were seven years old, my best friend Percy had dreamed big enough for both of us. He'd always known this would be our future.

On the surface, Mateo Duran and Natalia Russo are the perfect All-American pair. He's a handsome business-owning Army veteran from the Bronx. She's a quirky bank teller at their local branch in Pompano Beach. They own a modest home, pay their taxes, wave at their neighbors, and the happiest day of their lives was their engagement last Christmas. But after normal business hours, fans and paying subscribers log on to watch them as a prolific, top-earning, sex-cam couple climbing the ladder of the adult film industry with every frisky fulfilled request.

I just told off my billionaire CEO in front of the entire company, and it was totally worth it. Do I care that a viral video of our exchange sent his stocks into freefall? Nope. Am I going to help Rand Wolfe rehab his company’s reputation? Not a chance in hell. There’s just one problem: I’m the bastard son of a mafia don, a fact Wolfe finds out the hard way when he tracks me down at the docks. Saving his life puts a mafia-style extradition order on my head, and the only place to hide is his high-rise penthouse.

When my life was ripped away from me, I found them. Silas, Gabriel, and Baron—my hearts, my family, my home. Together, we’re a dangerous family of assassins, but I’ve never been happier.

Moving in with a billionaire playboy is supposed to be some sort of Cinderella story, right? I’m supposed to be having the time of my life while living the dream. Wrong. When the bank took our home, it didn’t come as a surprise. The bomb was when mom told me we were moving out of Breakers Flats, away from my crew, and to a place that only existed in fairy tales—Bellevue Springs. Home of the insanely beautiful, rich, and famous.