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When I first met him, I got butterflies in my stomach. I thought it was silly and pushed it aside. Avoided him. Besides, I was taken—unavailable. Or so I thought. That was before he hired me to take over his company’s PR. Now that we were working with each other, that meant he was completely off-limits. Until one night in Vegas.

Pie and Pell are like two peas in a pod: meant for each other, madly in love, and living their best lives as Mr. and Mrs. Monster of Saint Mark’s...kind of. Pie is dreading her new job working for the tall, dark, and sleek Modern Minotaur. And the irony that just a few weeks ago she was demanding that Pell allow her to get a job to support the sanctuary, isn’t lost. It’s like the gods are playing with her on purpose. Pell is still his grumpy self but he’s got a new job as well—babysitting a bag of magic rings that seem to have a mind of their own.

Drawing my online clan and planning my escape from my mother - these are priorities. Or, at least, they were, until three huge alien males came to abduct me and take me to their planet. But it's not just a simple process of probing and then releasing me back to Earth. All those movies are lies. These three males keep me. And I'm suddenly a cadet at an Omega Academy. None of this makes any sense, to begin with. Never mind the three alphas I can't seem to avoid. But they say we have a connection and that we're a circle, whatever that means.

It was a time to gather with the allies to witness the wedding of a president and his ol’ lady in front of the three powerful clubs that rule western Pennsylvania. The Bloody Fury MC. The Dark Knights MC. And of course, Crash’s own club, the Dirty Angels MC. Three tight-knit brotherhoods celebrating a weekend blow-out full of women, partying, and more. For Crash, it may end up being so much more.

I had the girl - THE girl. Kay. My Skittles.... MINE. Then a blitz from the past flattened me like a linebacker. Time for a new playbook. Mason Nova is...argh! I told myself to stay away. Warned my heart not to fall for him. Did it listen? NOPE. Now it feels like it’s crushed under a fallen cheer pyramid. Sorry to tell you, but you are NOT a game changer.

When your stepbrother is a hot hockey stud with more notches in his bedpost than, well anyone, he’s the perfect candidate to help you gain a little bedroom experience. At least, that's my plan this V-day.

On the northeast side of town, there is a house. The house was once magical, filled with love and joy and plans for the future. Inside its walls are many things that belong to me - my books, the china from my mother on my wedding day, the beautiful cage once home to two birds, now empty, just like me. And a man. A man who also belongs to me. A man I no longer wish to keep. A man who, no doubt, has not slept, though the sun is rising. Because the house where he waits is where I laid my head to rest every night for eight years. Until last night.

When my manager assigns me the task of finding a new wake-up call service for our CEO, I think, how hard can this be? Answer: practically impossible. It turns out that no wake-up call company in the world will take him on as a client. They’ve all had enough of his surly personality. So, in an effort not to lose my job, I secretly start making the calls myself, every day at 4:30 am sharp. OMG yes, you read that right - four freaking thirty in the morning.

Have you ever set out to have a one night stand with a sexy stranger? No? I’m the only one? Just kidding, I would never. Ever. Not usually. But then I figured, why not? My entire life I’ve been good and it’s gotten me nowhere. No job. No apartment. No boyfriend. I’m owed a little fun, aren’t I?

The gods sent monsters to the five kingdoms to remind mortals they must kneel. I've spent my life kneeling—to their will and to my father's. As a princess, my only duty is to wear the crown and obey the king. I was never meant to rule. Never meant to fight. And I was never supposed to be the daughter who sealed an ancient treaty with her own blood.

Lucky. The one adjective used to describe my entire hockey career. I prefer to call it hard work - at least I did until my game went to complete crap. I haven’t scored in eight games, and the team owner is talking about trading me. I’ve never believed in superstitions. Never needed one. I suppose I was “lucky” in that way. But now the best way to refer to me is desperate. I’d wear the same socks for an entire year just to be the high-scoring center I used to be. Imagine my surprise when after spending New Year’s Eve with a woman, I score a hat trick in the next game.

I’ve always loved to play dress-up. Creating fake weddings was my childhood pastime. Now it is my dream come true. I’ve finally been handed my first client. But nothing could prepare me for who greeted me when I walked in.

Don’t sleep with the nanny. That should be a simple rule to follow, but some things are easier said than done. Especially when the nanny I hire to take care of my wild child daughter turns out to be the one I can’t forget. The woman I shared a red-hot anonymous kiss with a few weeks ago when we were trapped in an elevator? Yeah, seems she’s one and the same - sweet, sexy, irresistible Daisy.

There’s just something about bad boys. Tattoos and leather jackets, am I right? Trouble is, my last boyfriend was a teensy bit too bad and now he’s in prison. Yikes. When my friends challenge me to take a dip in the good guy side of the dating pool, I see their dating bet and I raise it, looking up the guy I crushed on growing up. With a winning grin and heart of gold, Gabe Clements is now the star receiver for a pro football team. Except, the supposed good guy turns out to be nothing like I imagined. He’s better. He’s growly, possessive, smoldering.

Three steam-up-your-holiday listens featuring a single mom Cinderella, two sworn enemies catching a streaking Santa (and the love bug), and a Scrooge-like cowgirl who gets a second chance with the one who got away.

Ever have a defining life moment you wish you could do over? Harley Spark has one. The time she almost kissed the widowed father of the toddler she nannied for. It was so bad they moved across the state and she never saw them again. Fast forward seven years and she’s totally over it. At least she thinks she is. Until Gavin Rhodes and his adorable now nine-year-old daughter, Peyton, reappear at a princess-themed birthday party hosted by Spark House, Harley’s family’s event hotel.

A paintball battleground. A wrestling mat for sleep-deprived new daddies. A feminine product aisle in the local drugstore. These are some of the places where men connect...at least in The Bromantic Comedies. A compilation of humorous and heartfelt plays exploring what it means to be "masculine" in a world where men are supposed to be tough.

Me: six foot five, 250 pounds, collegiate football player. Protected by my pint-sized girlfriend. Comical. Ridiculous. Broken. She tackled my heart, but they want the rest of me.

We were childhood friends, me and the boy who would grow up to become Hollywood's hottest star. When I was six, I fell for him at the bus stop. When I was 15, he moved away, taking my heart with him. When I was 24, he came back for me, even though I didn't want him. The nine years we spent apart, I tried like hell to fill the void. Apparently, so did he. Instead of being addicted to me, he became addicted to women, drugs, and money.

Trent Aldridge is the devil. Rich. Arrogant. Sinfully handsome. He holds my inheritance in his hands. Twenty-two million dollars I didn't even know about. I met him at a funeral. As one life ended, mine unraveled. Because he has one to ruin me. And Trent Aldridge never loses.