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After being dumped on her 21st birthday, Bailey James rebounds right into the arms of her ex’s biggest competition... Chase Carter: antagonizer, womanizer, and infamous left winger for her college’s rival team. Following a string of scandals and substandard grades, Chase is on thin ice with his teammates and tyrannical coach. The last thing he needs is to have his focus and loyalty called into question by fraternizing with his team’s #1 competition, but a beautiful stranger who throws herself at him one night is too tempting to pass up...until she throws up on his shoes.

I've always done what was expected of me. Layla Birch, the good girl. Forced to grow up too fast. To take care of everything myself. I had a plan. Only, I didn't count on him. Colton Wilder, the cowboy nearly twice my age. He's my dream man. One who takes care of me, gives me a job, and makes my pulse thud harder every time he comes near. My ex-boyfriend's father. The nights are long and cold on top of this mountain. As the snow grows thicker and the tension builds between us, we're both inching closer to a line we shouldn't cross.

When Noah Hebert swung his axe and rescued me from a coffee shop bathroom, I had only a vague sense of who the tattooed lumberjack was. Turns out he’s more than broad shoulders and a thick beard. He’s a devoted single dad and my new neighbor. Soon after, we find ourselves falling into an easy friendship. I help him with his fussy baby, and he helps me survive my ex-husband and little sister’s wedding. Despite my vow never to risk my heart again, my defenses quickly crumble. The sight of him rocking his sweet baby in those muscular, inked arms only makes matters worse.

Edwin Lyon is about twenty years older, several inches taller, and significantly richer. But that last part is no surprise. He is the CEO of the Lyons Club, after all. And I am so deep in debt that I couldn't see the surface if I tried. The kicker? He has no idea his new nightclub manager—yours truly—used to date his son.

Girl meets a handsome stranger, gets swept off her feet, and has the best night of her life. Sounds like a dream, right? If only... When I wake up the next morning in a stunning penthouse overlooking the Seattle waterfront to a note saying, “have a safe flight back to Chicago,” his message is loud and clear: One and done. Famous last words. Guess who’s waiting to greet me on the first day at my new job? It turns out the mega-rich Asher Kingcaid is far from one and done.

Kieran Murphy is an Irish mob boss and one of the most powerful men in Boston. When he walks me home, people step aside out of respect for him. He could have any woman he wants. So why does he have eyes only for me? Is it how he has to lift my chin with his fingers to keep my eyes level with his when he scolds me and how I cover my bottom instinctively when he tells me that I've earned a spanking? Or is it how I quiver at the thought of everything I'm too ashamed to beg him to do to me? Maybe it's all of those, but I'm pretty sure there's something else too.

In this steamy, age-gap, forbidden-love cowboy romance for fans of Lyla Sage, Bailey Hannah, and Elsie Silver, a free spirit finds herself working for a former pro bull rider...who has secrets behind those ocean-deep eyes.

Foxglove Noire thought she had left Noire House and the nefarious underworld of the Anguis behind for good. But no matter how far she ran, she was never going to be safe from the forested mansion of her childhood—a truth she is confronted with when she is drugged, abducted, and dragged back to Port Macabre, a hostage to three brutes as beautiful as they are cruel.

King is a determined billionaire… posing as a professional cuddler to get close to me. He's the type of man who always gets what he wants, and right now, he wants me—the socially awkward, plus-size model with intimacy issues. I've never had anyone hold me, hug me–or even love me–and my therapist thinks a professional cuddler will help break down the walls I've built to protect my heart. I'm skeptical at best… But King is so good at holding me together that the line between professional and personal quickly blurs, igniting a passion I'm not prepared for.

I’ve been raised to be the perfect mafia wife, but when my marriage turns into a horrific nightmare, I have no choice but to leave everything behind and start a new life. I find myself alone in Ibiza—a place that swallows innocent girls like me alive. I’m robbed the day I arrive, left with nothing but a few euros and the clothes on my back.

I never wanted to disappear more than while around my family. Briar Lane, the girl only useful for one thing: my surname. A business handshake and pawn to be traded. My father's chess piece shuffled between empires. That was my life back in L.A., but all it took was finding the dirty secret stuffed in a jacket pocket, and my entire world unraveled.

I’ve spent my life putting others first. So when my father runs for New York City mayor—on a promise to take down the city’s most notorious crime family—I do what I always do: push my own dreams aside to help him win. Until I wind up at the wrong party. Trapped in a bedroom with Romolo Ferraro—the dangerous, merciless youngest son of the man my father has sworn to destroy. He terrifies me. He fascinates me. Six foot four and covered in tattoos, he’s everything I should avoid.

The Anguis, a secret society of power-hungry individuals, have long controlled Port Macabre from their seat at Noire House: a place where the wealthy rub shoulders and chase hedonistic pleasures. However, behind the mansion's facade lies a poisonous, hidden underworld. I spent one night at their mercy. An invitation to their world that I couldn't deny turned out to be the key to bringing my darkest fantasies to life.

My plan was to visit my boyfriend back home in Crimson Ridge for the holidays. Except, my surprise trip, after shutting up my florist shop for the festive season, only ended up revealing the worst kind of betrayal. Now, I'm hiding from the guy I just caught cheating on me, while stranded with a flat tire and a snowstorm approaching. All it took was a slip of my thumb, a press of the wrong contact name in my phone. Instead of dialing my best friend for help, I accidentally called my life-long cowboy crush. My best friend's father.

When I lost my mom, I thought the worst was over. Moving to Sun Valley to live with a father I barely know is punishment all over again. I need to survive the year, then leave this town behind. Roman Valdez has other plans. Star receiver. King of the school. The Devil in cleats. From day one, it's his mission to ruin me. Except something about his actions doesn't add up. One moment, he's tearing me apart. The next, he's stepping in, protecting me like I belong to him.

Raylee Lexington Adams is my stepsister and the one woman in the world who can make my blood boil. She’s vindictive, a lot of crazy, and absolutely stunning. I hate everything about her except for when she’s on her knees begging me to use her as my own personal toy. We’ve been playing a game of cat and mouse for far too long. We have used each other for our own sick pleasure.

Good looks and wads of cash usually get me whatever I desire, unless I desire a box of my favorite cereal at the grocery store right before it closes. As if tonight's loss wasn't bad enough, I'm now watching said box of cereal, my literal good luck charm, disappear in some woman's cart. The brazen woman denies my cash offer along with my proposal for a more intimate payment. How much loss can a man take in one day? At this point, who cares how rude I am to her? She's public enemy number one, and chances of seeing her again are slim to none.

Gentlemen don’t look at engaged women the way Ras Sorrentino looks at me. Ras Sorrentino is the underboss of the most powerful clan in the Camorra. He’s also chaos and danger poured into a sleek Italian suit. The first time I met him, I thought he was there to kill me. The second time, I wanted to kill him. The third was in Ibiza, where I glared at him across the church as my sister married his boss. It’s not his sharp tongue or his taunting smirks that I hate the most. It’s his gaze.

The Arcana aren't just figures in a tarot deck―they're real. Terrifyingly real. That's what I learned when I found a tarot card in the snow and was yanked from my world into Towerfall. The first thing the people of this harsh, cruel realm did was try to kill me, and they probably would have succeeded if Kane hadn't taken me to his hideout in the woods and nursed me back to health.

Planning a dragon wedding is hard enough. Add a stolen tiara, a brewing scandal, and one scowling werewolf with eyes like wildfire and a permanent stick up his tail, and suddenly I'm wondering if I should've stayed in bed. Sheriff Adrian Wolfsbane is stern, broody, and impossible to work with. He's handling security for the dragon wedding of the century, so when the bride's priceless tiara vanishes, and things start catching fire, of course, he takes charge of the investigation.