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I’ve made a terrible mistake. I just needed a small break from running the family winery with my brother, a few days of fun for myself. So I went on a weekend trip and slept with a gorgeous stranger. Happens all the time, no big deal. Except now I've learned this stranger is a mob boss. And worse, this mafioso has won my family's winery from my brother in a poker game. This can’t be happening. I won’t allow it. Vito D’Agostino may be smart and powerful and super hot, but he’s no match for me.

When everything is on the line, how far will you go to protect those you love? What if the cost of saving them is your soul? Would you pay it? I thought I was prepared for what was coming; that if I made sacrifices, I could win this game. I’m no longer afraid of the darkness or the monsters that hide in the shadows. I’ve become what I feared most, allowing it in to protect those I loved. Sometimes it takes a monster to win. Sometimes to fight monsters, you have to become one. My only fear is....can I come back from it?

Duke Webb has run the most successful bail recovery agency in Atlanta for over 20 years. That's because he has a team of trained, competent hunters backing him up to keep his name feared on the streets. But Duke knows that nothing can go on forever. That's what leads him to start his new training program.

This group of family and friends join together in all three books as different character navigates dating and finding love in these modern romances. With favorite tropes such as second chance, billionaires, enemies to lovers, office romance, contemporary romance, friends to lovers, and one surprise pregnancy, this collection of bestselling books will have you swooning, smiling, and falling in love along with the characters.

Book 2 in the Cherry Peak series. Tropes include: billionaire romance, small town romance, city boy/country girl, friends with benefits.

Five years ago, he broke her heart. Now, he'll do anything to win her back. Farrah: When Farrah walked into her lunch meeting, she didn't expect to see him. Blake Ryan. Her first love. Her first heartbreak. And now, her first client as a freelance interior designer. It's been five years, but she'll never forget the way he shattered her. He whispers pretty words, but she'll never believe him. Her body craves his, but she'll never give him her heart. Not again. Not ever.

Meeting the arrogant billionaire whom I immediately despise is bad enough. But when he offers me a dream job in Manhattan, I'm sure it's fate. Something about him I can't shake, and it's right beneath the surface. Sure, he's off limits as my friend's older brother, but he shows up everywhere I turn. My job. My hotel. My heart. He always knows where to find me, and now, I'm in too deep, caught between the lure of his promises and the shadows of his lies. While he may be the best tracker in the world, I'm not his target. So why does it feel like I am?

Mortals got the myths all wrong. Olympus is a fantasy. Titans are mere stories. And Eros? Not the god of love, but the goddess of manipulation. Her arrows don't merely incite passion. They shatter hearts. She stalks, hunts, and twists desire for her amusement. Humans are pawns in a cruel game of control, playthings in a world of elite power. Until she targets him.

Instead of leaving the Cerberus MC, I bide my time. When an opportunity plucks me from the desert of New Mexico and transplants me in East Tennessee, I feel a little better about life. The new job isn't as solitary as I expected it to be. Instead of doing working alone I'm stuck sitting at a bar, trying to determine if they're using the business as a human trafficking hub. Everything would be fine if the bartender could take a hint.

I've fallen for a monster. A man who doesn't ask for what he wants—he takes. And now, he's taken me. Rowan Miller isn’t who I thought he was. He's Nero De Luca, the ex-consigliere of a notorious New York mob family, and he's been lying to me from the moment we met. If I return home to Darkwater Hollow, it will be a death sentence. But staying with Nero means diving headfirst into the perilous underworld of New York—a place I’m ill-equipped to navigate.

A second chance stand-alone from small-town romance author Brooke Montgomery about a literary agent from NYC who returns to her Southern hometown and the cowboy high school sweetheart she left behind…

Monsters exist. The only problem is… I'm the only one that can see them. I always thought I would outgrow it. That one day, I would magically wake up, and the nightmares that haunt my life would suddenly be gone. Unfortunately, that hasn't been my luck. Avoidance is key. Don't look at them. Pretend they aren't lurking in the shadows, and never make eye contact. But what happens when the events of my life spiral out of control, plunging me into a new world full of magic, death, and chaos?

I used to believe in fairy tales, but I've kissed far too many frogs that never turn into Prince Charming. The glass slipper never fits. I'm always the ugly step-sibling; never the princess. They're the same crushing blows every time. Why is it so difficult to accept that I like myself the way I am? With my pretty dresses, pastel tattoos, and sparkly nail polish, I like to feel beautiful. All I want is my happily ever after. To be cherished and adored and loved for who I am. I desperately want to find my forever person. Why am I always left with a broken heart instead?

I’m hiding a secret. A big one. One that could shake the very foundation of the Upper East Side elite. My secret has dark blond hair and a smile that could charm the pants off anyone—including mine. Charismatic. Powerful. Unbelievably gorgeous, with a body I fantasize about—not that they will ever know. This secret is one I’ll take to the grave. Because, you see, I am in love with a Carrington, just not the one I’m dating. And what’s a bigger scandal than falling for your girlfriend’s dad?

I was too busy giving Renzo hell to notice we weren’t alone. That was my bad. But seriously, the domineering asshole was asking for it. What followed felt like a drug-induced hallucination— Captured at gunpoint, drugged, then taken hundreds of miles from home. Who could have imagined our escape would only make things worse? Stranded in an arctic wilderness, I’ve had no choice but to rely on him for survival. His body’s warmth and well-honed strength. His instincts and persistence.

I thought if I let her go, she’d come back when she was ready. I didn’t expect her to take my heart with her. Being gifted a second chance was the prayer I’d been hoping for. Until it all fell apart again when a question she wasn’t ready for, met an answer I didn’t want to hear. Now she’s gone. And I’m engaged to someone else for all the wrong reasons.

I've been a lone wolf in this broken, desolate world for four years. Until one fateful night with Cal exposes our secret desires, forging an unexpected bond despite our age difference. But he ran afterwards. And even when he returns, the lingering pain continues to haunt me. So I keep him at arm's length. When old friends arrive, their presence breathes new life into our home, easing the tension between Cal and I.

Bailey Followhill is the perfect daughter. Sweet. Charitable. Pretty. Control freak. Not a hair out of place, not an inch out of line, she is everything her troublemaking sister Daria isn't. But when her A game turns out to be a lukewarm C- at Juilliard, Bailey's picture-ready life starts fraying faster than the worn satin ribbons of her pointe shoes. She's becoming a piece of gossip. The troubled child. A drug abuser. No longer the girl her best friend once knew.

I never would have moved to Chicago, if I had known he would be there. Moving to a brand new city to share an apartment with my older brother was bad enough. Becoming neighbors with Kane Barlow, my brother’s arrogant pro-hockey-playing best friend, was just the cherry on top of the dumpster fire my life has become. Did I mention that Kane is also the guy I had a secret fling with years ago? I haven't seen him since and let’s just say his icy glares and frigid demeanor are reason enough for me to get my own place.

I’d sworn off men. And then I met Nick Christiansen. Technically, I fell for him, literally, the moment I landed in his quarterback-sized arms and looked into those soulful eyes. I blame the rum. Or was it tequila? Spoiler alert: It was those delectable dimples. Either way, Nick was stupidly handsome and ridiculously charming. He held me like he cared and listened to me like I mattered. Captivated by great conversation and rock-hard abs, Nick had me reconsidering the “No Men” promise I’d made myself. I still regret walking away the next day.