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I didn't really consider myself part of my father's legacy...until I found out what he left behind in his will: property, ten acres to be exact, which included the headquarters for his beloved motorcycle club. I had no idea that accepting the terms of my inheritance would thrust me into a battle with the new club president, Wesley Ryan. He's unfathomably handsome, menacing, and formidable in every way. But his derision toward me only makes me cling that much tighter to my birthright. That is, it did until he decides to play dirty.

Going home wasn’t an option, not when I promised Callie I’d stay. She swore I’d eventually feel like I belonged in this small town. The club ensured I had a job, and a place to live which reluctantly earned my loyalty—until I discovered their little caveat. The apartment technically belonged to the new president. I was welcome to stay… as long as I understood it meant sharing. And my new roommate? The very man who turned avoidance into an Olympic sport.

Being a nanny for three girls who belong to a grumpy boxing legend was not on my list of plans when I followed my brother to Macon, Oregon. I went from ruling the boardroom to baking cupcakes in the blink of an eye. And aside from a few mishaps and seemingly always upsetting their dad, it oddly fits me better than anything else I've ever done. Until Liam put everything into question.

Davis was five years older than me . . . antisocial and temperamental. And there was the little fact that he didn't know I existed. Still, I gave him my heart, and he crushed it. So I picked up the pieces and ran away to New York City. I had a plan that would keep my heart intact for years. But one phone call changed everything. Returning home meant facing the past . . . and the man who ruined me. I had hoped that the mountain had swallowed him whole.

No, I hadn’t heard that Ryan Prince was staying at the very resort I had just started working at. If I had, maybe I would have called in sick. On second thought, maybe I wouldn’t have, because I really needed that paycheck. Being a single mother and having a lapse in child support had made me that desperate. Still, I would have rather avoided the circus that rolled into Hawk Tail Resort and the man who sauntered in with it. All these years later and he was still that same gorgeous football player I left behind in college.

Greyson Knox. Local animal doctor, famously rich, unfathomably gorgeous, and my worst nightmare. I can put up a good fight, always have, but against Greyson; I’ve always been flustered, irritated...weak. Especially after what happened. Four years I've managed to avoid him. I’ve stayed on my side of town with my head down, and now he’s here...and I can’t escape him. Some men are cordial, kind, professional...but Greyson Knox is nothing but a vicious vet looking to score.

I shouldn't have been out in that storm. I knew it the second my feet hit the ground, and my flip-flops slid in the mud. Unfortunately, I had no idea what in the world I was doing. Not with my kids, or the three horses in my barn . . . and definitely not in the small country town we'd recently moved to. Being told all these facts, while being reluctantly rescued by my brand-new neighbor didn't help matters either.

Our story was classic. A typical fairytale. Two young kids falling in love under an onyx sky. He was my dream...and I naively thought I was his. Until he bartered our love and sold me a lie. Now, I’m returning to the life I once knew as a married woman, wed to the richest man in Nashville.

Becoming a homeowner is not all it's cracked up to be, let me tell you that right now. Especially in the dead of winter, when apparently trees can just fall in the middle of a suburban neighborhood.

Sofía es una operadora telefónica de sexo. Se le da muy bien entender y satisfacer los deseos de sus clientes, incluso los más íntimos. Sin embargo, Julián, su compañero de trabajo en un proyecto para una película en la que ella trabaja como colaboradora autónoma, le parece indescifrable y desafía su poder. Oscilando entre señales evidentes de deseo y decepciones, Sofía, que suele ser dominante en su vida cotidiana, termina dependiendo de este hombre irresistible. Piensa en él de día y de noche. ¿Conseguirá Sofía satisfacer a sus clientes y seducir a Julián?

Failing out of college wasn't on my dream board. Neither was getting knocked up. Just the same, here I am, ready to start another year at Rake Forge University, pregnant and currently homeless. And it looks like I'm not the only one who's returned. Juan Hernandez, my sister's best friend, saunters through campus with that granite jaw and those raven strands of hair kissing his brow, his whiskey eyes searing everyone to ash. I've avoided him for months, but the second he sees me, the jig is up.

Rumors swirled around the Rake Forge University campus about a scandalous game played by none other than the Devil's baseball team. Honestly, I didn't care. Not my business, but when my editor takes away my chance to be featured in the senior showcase, and my little sister gets a mysterious playing card, a devious idea emerged. I decided I'd sneak into the party, and scoop the story. I would not get caught, definitely not seduced, and absolutely wouldn't die.

Sofía es una operadora telefónica de sexo. Se le da muy bien entender y satisfacer los deseos de sus clientes, incluso los más íntimos. Sin embargo, Julián, su compañero de trabajo en un proyecto para una película, le parece indescifrable y desafía su poder. Por fin ha logrado invitar a cenar al hombre en su casa, pero, una vez más, vuelve a desestabilizarla. La obsesiona... ¿Quién controla la relación en realidad? Los clientes van pasando uno tras otro. Al menos a ellos sí que los controla.

Kyle James cashed in my V card and then disappeared like I was the finishing act in a magic show. I vowed to hate my best friend, turn the longing and secret obsession with him into toxic hate and maybe a poorly chosen tattoo. But as the years passed, I let go of any notions I'd ever see him again . . . until he sauntered on campus my senior year as a new transfer student.