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Former tennis prodigy Scottie Sinclair is a cheat. Or at least, that’s what the world thinks. After all, who would believe she was secretly drugged by her own father before winning the women’s singles title at Wimbledon? The tabloids have called “Game, Set, Match” on Scottie’s career—but an offer at redemption, and more importantly revenge, may give her the chance at a clean serve.

She's the ultimate temptation. One that I can't touch yet one that I can't resist. Her father was my best friend in the Navy SEALs. He gave his life for mine. And how do I repay him? By lusting after his only daughter. The last time I saw her she was a kid. But she shows up on my doorstep in trouble and she's all grown up. All grown up and irresistible. But she's off-limits for an old grizzled mountain man like me. I owe it to her father to keep my hands to myself. But I want her.

Ava: I was about to land my dream writing job when I hit a plot twist. See, I inherited a fixer-upper inn in my small hometown. Where my first love—the guy who broke my heart—still lives. I wish I could say our chemistry had disappeared. But it hasn’t. So now, I have to figure out how to walk down memory lane without repeating history. Because there’s no way I can afford to give him a second chance....

The alien lord holding me prisoner is the most powerful being I've ever encountered. A winged immortal who can kill with a mere wave of his hand. He's arrogant and alien. Demanding and dangerous. Brutal, even beautiful, though I hate him too much to admit it. He hates me, too. But even though my captor despises me, he needs me. He requires a bride for political reasons, and he makes me an offer I have no choice but to accept. Marry him, play the part of his happy wife, and he'll give me the one thing I want most—my freedom.

I’m not exactly bubbly and friendly. This is probably why my lonely job as a private investigator is perfect for my skill set. Usually, I’m very good at what I do. I get the job done and move on. But my latest assignment has thrown me for a loop. The satanic-looking Hyrrokin biologist I’ve been tracking has gotten under my skin. Sir Bane Ashmoor has become much more than a job. Through my telescopic lens, I can literally see my future unborn children in his deadly eyes.

Can you get a second chance at first love? After years of crushing and many failed seduction attempts, Palmer Montlake had finally scored the sexy Cade Crawford. But they were destined for heartbreak. She was his best friend’s little sister. He was her talent agent. And they were dating in secret. When they got into a wicked fight and broke up, all hell broke loose. The kind neither have recovered from.

I married a dead war hero. His name was Fire Lieutenant Byric Sandstone—an extremely wealthy Hyrrokin landowner, with a complicated estate. Obviously, I’m not really his widow. It’s a technicality, on paper so I could bypass immigration and perform my duties. Everyone but the lawyer who forged the signature thinks I’m really Byric’s chosen bound, but my real job is to care for his elderly grandmother and his three-headed wulver. I love my cushy life on Tarvos.

He needs a fake girlfriend but all I've ever wanted is him... Rock bottom has never felt so good. At least, that’s what I tell myself when I bargain with the enemy and score a renovation for my hair salon. The enemy? Nick Stamos, my best friend’s older brother. He’s got a body and face the Greek gods would envy but his personality needs a major overhaul. He’s surly. A rule-follower. Did I mention he’s seen me n*ked?

As any true sports fan will tell you, once you have an allegiance to a team it's set in stone. It's unwavering. It's finite. You never leave. Yet somehow, I've been asked to do just that. To set aside my love for The Yankees and take ownership of The New York Lions—the worst team in Major League Baseball. Oh, yes, and turn them into winners. An impossible job I don't want, from a gift I couldn't get a refund on.

I’m the Hyrrokin High Priest of a remote monastery on the planet Salo. I spend my days in quiet contemplation, keeping my flame-throwing banked and nursing my war wounds. And I take my vows of silence and celibacy very seriously. Very. Seriously. Then one day a mouthy, gorgeous human female is dumped onto the stone steps of the main altar. And suddenly I’m tempted like never before.

FLR stands for female-led relationship. These are relationships in which the woman and the man agree that she will be the dominant partner, while he will be the subservient one. There are plenty of ways to engage in this type of relationship for a fulfilling and adventurous lifestyle. Here are the details on what it means, its various aspects, and how to apply FLR principles to your own relationship.

When my wedding is unexpectedly called off—not by me—I decide to take the mini honeymoon meant for me and my husband. I arrive at an isolated cottage in the woods with the intention of clearing my head. What I find is the tallest and strongest man I've ever seen in my life. This has to be a dream. Or maybe it's a gift from heaven. It quickly becomes a nightmare when he assumes I'm the cleaning lady and orders me to get his bags and put his stuff away. Then it gets worse.

Being a widow and a single mom wasn’t part of my plan. But here I am. I suppose I should consider myself lucky Ben offered us a place to stay. Without him, who knows where we would’ve ended up. Now all I have to do is figure out how to ignore the way my entirely too sexy new roommate sometimes looks at me… and the way those looks make me feel…

Clara Prothero’s life starts when her father passes away after her eighteenth birthday, leaving her with nothing except his best friend, the Welsh Mafia King, Merrick Llwyd. Overnight, her life changes completely. In Merrick, the head of the elusive Welsh Mafia, Clara finds a friend and a financial guardian who finally sets her free to be herself and live the way she’s always wanted. But now, six years later, she’s back home after graduating college and something is different. Has Merrick always been so… handsome and magnetic? Or has everything changed?

I'm lost in the middle of nowhere on a freaking alien planet. Running away from the Hyrrokin mafia. It's as terrible as you can imagine. I haven't eaten in two days and it's raining in the wildlands. Lightning strikes overhead and thunder rumbles in the distance. I slip and fall in the mud. And then I sit at the bottom of a ravine, crying. There's a blur in the distance. Is that a mirage? No, its a deadly, satanic-looking male with a bare chest, huge black horns and a barbed tail racing right for me. I scream as this monster looms overhead.

A month-long retreat of rest and relaxation from my high-powered career is just what I need. Until I’m the only human in a rental home community on a distant planet populated by beings who look like satanic devils. Yep.

I'm in a predicament of historic proportions. I've learned I can't inherit my grandfather's highly profitable business unless I'm married? Yes, an entirely ridiculous rule. I live with a herd of rescue cats and nary a boyfriend in sight. I'm also considered plain, sharp-tongued and overweight. And I've never, once been interested in marriage. Hence my reason for applying for a mail-order husband. The next morning I scream with fright when I find a huge, satanic-looking alien lurking on my doorstep.

Every killer has a weakness. She’s the one woman I can’t have. She’s forbidden to the Bellandi men. Yet after one look in her honey eyes, I need to carve myself into her soul so deeply, Sadie will never forget she’s mine.

When a debt is owed, sacrifices must be made.

I let my guard down. And got screwed over by a woman without even knowing why. But it won’t happen again. Because the only thing I care about is burning this whole place down.