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Quinn comes from a rich, dirty, Texas family he wants nothing to do with. Amber is searching for a place to belong. When their worlds collide in an unexpected way, her past may help guide his future.

Devyn came here to be invisible. To run from a past that gives her no chance of a future. Until the day I pull a gun on her and fall head-over-heels in love. With her tenacity; her beauty; even her brokenness. I don’t need to fix her. I just want to help put together her shattered pieces. I know how to do it. I know broken. But in our world of untold truths, love doesn’t heal all wounds. And I’m about to find out just how deep hers are.

Something inside me fiercely craves normal. Sheltered all my life and taught to be afraid, I want to be bold, fearless. Up until now, I've kept myself and my heart safe. Tade Astor, a guy so hot he steals my breath away, jeopardizes it all. He isn't the kind of guy to give up on what he wants - me. He's determined to prove my safe world is missing something - him. Even though he may not be the cocky guy I assumed him to be.... He's definitely not the guy I should give my heart to.

Three things are more important to me than anything else: family, baking, and fun. So when I saw Keller Cannon, drummer of LP-45, perform at a charity concert, I knew he’d be the perfect guy to have heaps of fun with. It was temporary, no strings attached, a pretty damn perfect arrangement if you ask me. Until it wasn’t. Until being with him highlighted just what I was missing. But having more wasn’t an option. He made that perfectly clear.

I get it. Stripping naked and letting your boyfriend’s best friend paint your body in order to sell custom motorcycles isn’t the ideal way to start a brand-new relationship. Add in a TV reality show, another best friend who seems determined to make me notice him, and the little fact that in order to get paid I will have to strut my stuff in public wearing nothing but body paint. Yeah. There’s not a chance in hell that Ronin is going to be okay with all this.

If I hadn’t considered Amelia dangerous before, I certainly did now. She wasn’t anything like I had expected. Even after all these years - of living so close to her, of listening to her giggle with my sister in the bedroom next to mine - I hadn’t given much thought to my sister’s best friend. But in the span of one week, everything had changed.

My new job as a chef in a small town was supposed to be my ticket to peace and quiet. I didn’t expect to run into the former hockey star who gave me the hottest nights of my life. And, oops, he’s sort of my new boss. So much for keeping my past where it belongs. Ty still thinks I’m the fun party girl. He has no idea how much things have changed. One thing that hasn’t changed: the spark between us. It’s hotter than the blowtorch I use on my crème brûlée.

I haven’t been feeling like myself lately, whoever that is. I haven’t felt like Parker for a long while. There are these moments where I'm terrified of the dark thoughts that plague me, the haunting memories of bright white light followed by excruciating pain. Sometimes when I close my eyes, I can almost imagine I’d lived a different life. In another realm filled with magic and prophecies. It can't be real. My delusions are what put me in the mental institution in the first place. Still, I can't shake the thought that there's something I'm missing.

It was an accidental spring fling three years ago - one week spent in the mountains of Big Sur, and no one was the wiser. Ignore the fact that Tobias James was my neighbor and my best friend's older brother - and that upon our return his hoop dreams were waiting for him, robbing us of any potential future we could have shared. Now, I'm fulfilling my own dreams in LA, and my biggest dream of all is about to come true. The last thing I expected was for my past and my present to collide. Not now. Not here. Not him. But he struts back into my life like he never even left.

Six years ago, she was just some stranger I woke up next to. By nightfall, I knew she was the one. Or so I thought. Six months later, she destroyed me. And now, we're being forced into a reunion neither of us wants. We may have to play nice, but when the lights are off...so are our masks.

I never planned on sleeping with him. Nor did I intend to make him my enemy. I only went into the bar to scope out my competition–him. The scorching hot night that followed was a mutually pleasurable accident. Of course I knew we were in the running for the same position. It’s not my fault he didn’t know who I was. Gathering intel is my specialty. Maybe if he were better at it, he would have gotten the job instead of me.