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What do you do when your boyfriend cheats on you six days before your brother’s wedding? The same wedding where you’re the maid of honor and the man who obliterated your heart eight years ago is the best man? I can tell you what you should not do. You should absolutely not have an emotional meltdown and let your soon to be sister-in-law find you crying into a glass of pink wine. Because then she will tell your overprotective big brother that you’re heartbroken (even if you’re not), and he will take it upon himself to ask the one man he trusts above all others to look out for you.

I just wanted a distraction, something to take the edge off before facing a wedding I was dreading. So on the flight back to New York, I signed up for a dating app. Harmless enough, right? Wrong. Turns out, it wasn’t just any app—it catered to people with very specific tastes. By the time I realized it, I was already on my date.

How does this stuff keep happening to me? First, it was my cheating ex and the—uh—"accident" that had everyone in town calling me crazy. Now, I've moved to a completely different state, and what have I done? I dropped right into another problem. This time, though, it's not a cheating ex; it's the Russian Mob. To make matters worse, I now have to live with the son of my landlords, who are part of the Devil's Soldiers MC. He's a smart-mouthed, arrogant jerk. I don't care how hot he is, I'm not about to make his life easy. Except, the chemistry between us is out of this world.

When my grandmother found out she didn’t have long to live, she embarked on a crazy trip—jumping out of airplanes and scuba diving with sharks. After I repeatedly voiced my concern, Gram blocked me—her own grandson—on text and social media, leaving me only her travel companion Eleanor’s number.

Sparks fly in this delightful novel about two burned out professionals who meet at a ramshackle resort on the British seaside—from the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Party Crasher. “I devoured The Burnout in one greedy gulp. It’s funny, sad, relatable, and brilliantly done...

“I'm pregnant. It’s yours. I’m having it, and unless you want it, I’m putting it up for adoption.” Those were the words that changed Levi Steele’s life before he was even legally allowed to drink. There was never any question about whether he would keep his daughter, and eight years later, he doesn’t have a single regret. He owns a successful contracting company, he’s part of the Dark Knights motorcycle club, and Joey’s happiness is his top priority. None of that would be possible without the help of Joey’s beautiful and selfless aunt Tara.

Sleeping with your client is bad, but what I did is even worse. When I’m sent to Ember Falls to handle a PR nightmare, I have no idea I am creating a crisis of my own. Killian Thorn is everything I know to resist—older, rugged and handsome with mesmerizing green eyes and a wicked smile—which is why instead of running from him, I end up in his bed. Forced to work together, our stolen kisses are the least of our worries because the scandal on Killian’s ranch continues to grow.

After his father’s retirement, Elia Montalto took over organized crime in King’s Trace, Maine. His pragmatic nature makes him popular and allows him to strike alliances with government officials, which keeps prying eyes off his business. But even a town as small as theirs is not without risk or envy, and Elia has only ever really wanted one thing: Senator Harrison’s daughter.

To celebrate the rise of their new queen, three goddesses of the moon created three stars, one of fire, one of ice, one of water. But then they fell from the sky, putting the fate of all worlds in danger. And now three women and three men join forces to pick up the pieces....

Emotional with an erotic edge, the Montgomery Ink series is ready to roll with heart-pounding drama and heated sparks ready to ignite. Between tattoo shops, construction companies, and lost loves, the Montgomery family is going to leave a mark.

When the Lusitania sank, more than one 1,000 people died. One passenger, however, survived to become a changed man, giving up his life as a petty thief but keeping a small silver statue that would become a family heirloom to future generations. Now, nearly a century later, that heirloom, one of a priceless, long-separated set of three, has been snatched away from the Sullivans.

Life's been pretty amazing. Moving back to my hometown of Coral Pointe Inlet and opening Shore Thing Management with my four best friends is the best decision I've ever made. Falling back into old habits with an ex? Not so much. When Aiden, the sexy, straight owner of SandBar comes to my rescue and pretends to be my boyfriend—handing me the flashlight I need to make my way out of the darkness—lines begin to blur. Suddenly, I'm falling again, but is it stupid of me to want Aiden to land by my side?

I never thought I'd step foot in Royal Manor again. But four years later, here I am...back to finish my senior year at Royal Hearts Academy. And forced to face Jace Covington. My first friend. First crush. First kiss. The one I left behind. Only—he isn't the same boy I gave my heart to. This new Jace is as cruel as he is gorgeous. And he's determined to make my life a living hell. Along with the rest of his glorified family and crew of tyrants. They expect me to worship the ground they walk on like everyone else, but I'd rather eat dirt.

“Promises plenty of Borison’s signature banter, emotional nuance, and snowed-in charm.”—New York Times Two competing meteorologists are forced to find common ground in this opposites attract, When Harry Met Sally inspired romance, from #1 New York Times bestselling author B.K. Borison...

Relive the sensuality, the romance, and the drama of Fifty Shades Freed through the thoughts, reflections, and dreams of Christian Grey. E L James revisits the world of Fifty Shades with a deeper and darker take on the love story that has enthralled millions of readers around the globe. ...

Building a small town from scratch isn’t easy. Doing it for reality TV is damn near impossible. But that won’t stop my family from trying. As the bossy big brother in charge, I’m running the show. I always succeed. And I always maintain control. Until my new CFO arrives. Smart and sexy, Vanessa Vincent is the complete package. And she’s stirring something in mine. Somewhere between a spicy waterslide ride and rescuing a dog, we share intimate stories like the names of childhood stuffed animals. It’s not all innocent banter. Let’s just say spreadsheets have never been this hot.

À la mort de leur père, énigmatique milliardaire qui les a adoptées aux quatre coins du monde lorsqu'elles étaient bébés, Star d'Aplièse et ses sœurs se retrouvent dans la maison de leur enfance, Atlantis, un magnifique château sur les bords du lac de Genève. Star, la troisième sœur, est la plus mystérieuse. Toujours dans l'ombre de sa cadette CeCe, c'est en suivant le premier indice que son père lui a laissé pour remonter la piste de son passé qu'elle réussit à s'émanciper. Elle découvre ainsi une librairie de livres anciens à Londres.

Shane Wilder: pro surfer, dream chaser, thief of my heart—and completely off-limits. It was infatuation at first sight. On our first date, he took me to watch the fireworks. It was a magical night of stolen kisses and whispered confessions under the stars. But it all came to a screeching halt when he asked the one question I’d been dreading: "How old are you, Remy?" Right guy, wrong time.

Am I friends with JP Cane? Ha! That's laughable. Besides the fact that he’s adopted some far-fetched notion from the movie When Harry Met Sally that says men and women can't be friends and work together, it’s safe to say we're not friends. He's annoyingly loud, obnoxiously handsome, and has made an art out of poking all my hot buttons...multiple times a day. So you can imagine how disgruntled I am when I not only have to fly to San Francisco with him for work, but stay in the same penthouse. Yup, we're sharing the same air, 24-7. We're talking full-fledged working roommates.

I’m falling for the father of the baby I’m carrying. The problem is: it’s not my baby. And the broody widower is not looking for a long-term partner. As a surrogate, the deal was that I’d only be in England long enough to give birth. At first, the man seemed as pretentious as his name: Sigmund Benedictus. He and I butted heads. Sig challenged my intentions, accused me of just wanting to do this for the money. Gradually, he learned to trust me.