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When Emily Parker, a fiercely driven American coxswain, lands a rowing scholarship to Oxford University, she’s determined to make the legendary team. Far from home and desperate to prove herself, she comes up against a wall of privilege and prejudice. But Emily refuses to let anyone rock her boat - least of all the entitled and arrogant Oxford rowing captain, Hugh Willock. Forced into the same team, their strokes start way out of sync, until competition and chemistry pull them into a dangerously smooth rhythm.

It doesn’t matter that I was the number one draft pick in the NHL or that I’m projected to be the next great generational player, because none of it is enough to impress my childhood crush back in my hometown. Sam used to mock me for being like a Disney Princess with my uncanny knack for finding animals in need. And being home in Colorado for the summer, I’m bound to run into him now that he runs the animal shelter where I used to volunteer. Where I used to try to get his attention every chance I had.

The first time I laid eyes on Lydia Decker, I couldn’t speak. Or breathe. Or string two coherent thoughts together. And I don’t mean any of that figuratively. No, when I first laid eyes on Lydia Decker - my physical therapist - I was lying flat on my back in the ICU, high as a kite on painkillers, breathing on a ventilator, my bones as broken and splintered as my spirit. She said she’d been assigned to fix me. But what I didn’t know...what I couldn’t possibly know...was that Lydia Decker needed fixing far more than I ever did.

Ellie Deschamps est passionnée par la série télé « Les Voyageurs ». Elle connaît tout sur cette saga écossaise et s’y accroche comme à une échappatoire : quand on a peur d’aimer pour de vrai, c’est plus simple de vibrer à travers les histoires des autres. De son côté, Malcolm McKinnon a abandonné ses rêves pour reprendre l’entreprise familiale. L’Écossais guide les touristes à contrecœur et il ne supporte pas qu’on lui impose un itinéraire inspiré de la série qu’il déteste. Par un concours de circonstances, Ellie et Malcolm devront s’unir pour concevoir ce tour guidé.

Jack Midnight returns to Dark River with his racing career on the line. One viral scandal has his sponsor doubting him and his future in Formula One slipping away. Lark Reyes bartends at The Black Lantern while building her music career online. She's finally caught a label's attention, but they need proof she can build a massive social media presence before they'll sign her. When Lark's ex shows up and threatens an awkward scene, Jack intervenes, claiming to be her boyfriend.

Dr. Ben Song likes his life orderly, predictable, and blissfully private. By day, he’s a forensic anthropologist running a controversial research project. By night, he’s the anonymous author of a bestselling cozy mystery series. What he absolutely doesn’t need? One viral moment turning him into the internet’s new favorite grumpy heartthrob.

Madden Hastings has been my nemesis since the day we met. A divide was born from the age-old rivalry between our universities, but this year, another layer developed. It became personal. Because the captain of Blackmore’s baseball team? He’s also my new step brother. My disdain for the sudden blending of our families leads to more conflict, and despite their efforts to force us together, coexisting proves impossible. But something else starts burning beneath my bitterness and resentment; an attraction as unexpected as it is potent.

Aspen Parker's life can be summed up in one word. Unexpected. For instance, she never expected to become a mother at twenty. Her divorce at twenty-one really threw her off. She certainly didn't see losing her promotion at the bank to that weasel Stephen. And she most definitely didn't see Miles Wickham, better known as Taron Taylor--international bestselling author, the man whose words have captivated her--offering her a job to be his nephew's nanny.

“I’m hiring you to do more than guard her, Zander,” my new boss explained. “You’re gonna be her rock. Her human Valium. Her trusted friend. And she’s gonna be your mission from God.” “So I’m her babysitter?” “Her babysitter, her bodyguard, her f--king service doggie. Whatever she needs or wants, that’s what you’ll be. Anything except her booty call.” The vein in my new boss’s neck bulged. “Touch her and I’ll do more than fire your ass, Zander. I’ll rip off your balls.” My buddies laughed when I told them about my ridiculous new job.

We were never meant to see each other again. It was a one-night, no-names fling in Bermuda . . . until the next day when I watch her walk down the aisle at our parents’ wedding and discover she’s now my stepsister. We say it won’t happen again, but we give in to the temptation of “just one more time” . . . twice. We tell ourselves there’s no harm in it. Given my stepdad’s and her mom’s rocky marital histories, it’s unlikely we’ll ever see each other again.

Kade Mitchell is obsessed with someone he despises. A snake in an angel’s skin, Stacey Rhodes is everything he can’t forget–the girl who shattered his heart and drove him deep into the darkness of the underworld. He watched her for years. Killed anyone who came close to her. But now, granted a brief moment of freedom from the life he’s trapped in, he’s back home and driven to claim her again, breaking every rule he’s ever made for himself. Not even his hatred can stop the pull between them. But he’ll never forgive her… will he?

À 11 ans, ma famille a déménagé à côté de la sienne. À 13 ans, il a été mon premier coup de cœur. À 16 ans, nous sommes tombés amoureux l'un de l'autre. Et quand j'avais 19 ans, nous nous sommes brisé le cœur. Six ans plus tard, j'ai décroché un stage chez un grand architecte d'intérieur dans une nouvelle ville. Malheureusement, il se trouve que c'est dans cette ville qu'il joue au hockey. Je pensais que Chicago était assez grande pour l'éviter, jusqu'à ce que j'emménage sans le savoir dans la maison voisine. Pire encore ?

Once upon a time, Maggie Cooper lived for adventure. Jumping out of planes was child’s play. Now she can’t even work up the nerve to ask out her coworker. For a bit of self-therapy, she begins to text her recently deceased mother’s phone - the only problem is that the number has been reassigned and for weeks she’s been unknowingly texting a stranger her deepest thoughts and feelings. There have also been some not-so-deep texts, like the ones about her appreciation for her coworker’s butt.

As the first female team owner in Major League Baseball, Reese Remington has spent her entire life preparing for this role. With a sharp mind and years of experience working behind the scenes, she’s more than qualified. But the public only sees a woman in a man’s world—not the person who’s earned their place on the field. Under constant scrutiny and pressure to prove herself, Reese can’t afford distractions.

It wasn't the way this kind of story was supposed to go...insta-love isn't supposed to turn into insta-hate. But that's exactly what happened when the dreamboat I met in a bar turned out to be a lying, cheating scumbag looking for nothing but a little side action. And he has the nerve to call me a liar and a "sociopath"? Asshole. And now, three months later, it turns out my boss is marrying his sister in Hawaii and I've got to play nice with him for an entire freaking week.

Keane Morgan wouldn’t return any of my calls or texts, and I was pissed as hell about it. I didn’t want to drive from Seattle to L.A. with the guy any more than he wanted to drive with me, but I had no frickin’ choice in the matter—at least, not if I wanted to use his brother Dax’s coveted parking spot at UCLA. Okay, so it turned out Keane was objectively gorgeous, and, fine, pretty funny, too. But did he have to be so damned in love with himself? I mean, jeez, the cocky way he flashed those dimples was just so orchestrated.

Becker James is having a spectacularly bad season. Once a top draft pick, he’s now riding the bench in the minors, one failed save away from being cut. The highlight of his week? A lonely hour on a barstool at Sports Balls, Denver’s queerest watering hole—and Forest, the bartender with flannel sleeves, a gruff voice, and a beard that stars in Beck’s dreams.

Carter Beckett is the NHL’s resident bad boy, top player both on the ice and in the bedroom, and quite possibly the sexiest man to ever grace my field of vision. But worst of all? He knows it. He’s arrogant, self-centered, and the man doesn’t seem to know what a filter is, let alone how to use one. He’s had everything served to him on a silver platter, including endless strings of women, and apparently, I’m up next. I have the solution to all my sexual frustrations in a drawer at home, and it’s far less complicated than Carter Beckett.

It was lyrics at first sight when I saw Violet Rhodes across that crowded party. She was lights and darks, swirled together. Music in motion. And all of it while looking like a hitwoman at an Elvis convention. I had nothing to offer the intriguing girl but a one-night stand. I figured I’d revel in my last night of anonymity before my first tour and shoot her a quick “we’ll always have LA!” good-bye the next morning. But nothing went according to plan.

Lui, c'est son patron. Elle, sa plus grande tentation. La première fois que j'ai rencontré Dawson Reed, on a fini au lit. Le problème, c'est que l'un comme l'autre, on ne le savait pas. Quand je me suis réveillée en pleine nuit et que j'ai découvert un inconnu à côté de moi, mon instinct a pris le dessus : j'ai attaqué l'intrus. Sauf que ce type n'était pas du tout un intrus. Dawson avait loué le même chalet que moi. Apparemment, il y avait eu une double réservation à cause d'un souci informatique.