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She writes me back. I didn't expect that. She tells me she's a lover of chicken pizza and video games, a hot sorority girl with the nickname Sloth. She wants to know something about me in return. She says I owe her. This is how she saves my life. She doesn't even know it.

Welcome to Sandover Prep, where the delinquents roam…and you can’t trust a soul. Finding out your mom is marrying some rich guy you’ve never met is enough to make any 18-year-old’s head spin. And for RJ Shaw, it gets worse: He’s being sent to Sandover Prep for senior year. If there’s one place a misfit hacker like RJ doesn’t belong, it’s an ivy-covered all-boys boarding school for rich delinquents.

Saint and Piper made one of the worst mistakes you could make in their world and now Saint has to pray that mistake won't be deadly. The two of them got so lost in the idea of moving through their past together that they missed the worst betrayal in the depths of their clubhouse. The one place that is sacred, because at the club they are not just friends they are family. This loss of focus now puts Piper in the hands of a twisted nemesis, and The Devil's Dust Motorcycle Club is not just falling apart because of it, it's losing members faster than they can patch them in.

Heartbroken in the City of Love, the last person Elizabeth Hastings expects to lend her a shoulder to cry on is her brother's best friend. Spencer Tate is opening up his first gym in London when a frantic call sends him to Paris to check on his best friend Sebastian's baby sister. If he's lucky, he can stop in for a minute and be back in London the next day. Easy peasy. Except the dorky bookworm he remembers is now all grown up with dangerous curves, lips just made for kissing, and eyes he could get lost in. Spencer. Is. Screwed.

Have you ever seen a fireman who's so insanely sexy you'd actually consider DIY-ing a little at-home arson just so he'd show up at your front door? Dramatic, I know, but hear me out. Chiseled hot body, bright blue eyes, and the sexiest smile I've ever seen - the first time I saw Garrett Alexander in my exam room, it took everything inside me not to do something crazy like mount him during his yearly physical. Not only is he a total babe, but he's charming, hilarious, and the kind of single dad that would make your ovaries explode.

Only one thing matters to Kai: getting the job done, and doing it better than anyone else. But when a beautiful thief crashes his security gig, claiming she's trying to protect the valuable artifact he's guarding, all his careful plans go up in flames. He doesn't believe a word she says - until the item is stolen right out from under them.

I always believed in fairy tales. So much so that I made a career out of them. As a wedding planner, I made it my goal to perfect everyone else's happily-ever-after. I even believed in finding mine once, too, until one man left me alone and pregnant - crushing my dreams and leaving me jaded.

My name is Alexis, Lexie to most everyone. And I'm a Necromancer. It's not as much fun as it sounds, but that's not the problem this time. I haven't seen anyone but Miles in the last month since New Orleans. Talking on the phone? Yeah. Well, except for Zeke. A few text messages was all I've gotten. Until now.

The New York Times best-selling author of Reaper’s Stand is back in her “uber-alpha rough world of MCs” as one woman’s future is rocked by the man whose hardcore past could destroy her...He never meant to hurt her. Levi “Painter” Brooks was nothing before he joined the Reapers motorcycle club. The day he patched in, they became his brothers and his life. All they asked in return was a strong arm and unconditional loyalty - a loyalty that’s tested when he’s caught and sentenced to prison for a crime committed on their behalf.

I've always been the guy who plays the field. I like variety and my career ensures that I can have my pick of women. Until her... I've always been the girl who wants more. I want the white picket fence, the two-point-five kids and the dog. That's what all little girls grow up dreaming about. Until him... Why is it that she's all I can see? I no longer want the variety instead all I want is her. I won't stop until she believes that she's mine. I assure you...

Lola Sexton is the writer behind Sex Says, a successful relationship column at the San Francisco Times. She's a pro at advising others on their love lives, but if there's one thing she isn't in the market for, it's love. Reed Luca is a wanderer and a jack of all trades. He doesn't believe happiness comes from a nine-to-five job, or that success is delivered through a paycheck. But opportunity often finds its way to those who aren't looking.

I expected a life of music. I expected to raise my son. It took one look to make everything change. I never expected happiness. I never expected to find her. I never expected to feel desire. I never expected I'd be a family man. I never expected to be loved. I never expected to fall in love. They say you should expect the unexpected, but I didn't realize my unexpected would be the forever kind.

Hollywood heartthrob Gavin Price invaded our small town, Sunrise Bay, like he owned it. Gavin was my biggest celebrity crush when I was young. He bears the charisma of an easygoing boy-next-door mixed with a rule-breaker personality both in person and on screen. For a moment, I thought maybe my fairy godmother sent him to me. Until he decided to run against my mother for mayor.

Saving myself for marriage, not hardly. Saving myself for someone who will make my heart race, most definitely. In theory it's a good plan, however even the best-laid plans fall through. Seeing him, being around him, alerts all my senses and I dream about being his, wrapping myself in his arms and never letting go. The only problem - he sees me as his sister. My name's Ava Evans, and I'm in love with my older brother's best friend, Nate Garrison.

Holden Salinger is a pediatric oncologist, and for the last two years, I've been cleaning his swanky New York apartment. I know every intimate detail about him, from his overly large shoe size to his toothpaste tube rolling obsession. But he doesn't even know I exist. The man couldn't pick me out in a police lineup.

My obsession was born of innocence and good intentions, and it began the day I spotted a handwritten journal lying in the bushes outside a townhouse on Lexington Avenue. It was raining sideways that morning, and my plan was to return it the next day, safe and dry. Only I kept it. I kept it, and I read it. A week later, overwhelmed with curiosity and feeling guilty for harboring secrets that didn't belong to me, I tried to return it. Only I wasn't expecting to meet him. Unapologetically heartless and enigmatically sexy, he claims he knows nothing about the journal.

Ford: I don't have time for distractions. I have a billion-dollar company to run. A father to grieve. A legacy to fulfill. Harley DeLuca is not my type. She's snarky. She's stubborn. And she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen-even in her ridiculous grungy tennis shoes. I can't get enough of her. Harley: I was a mistake from the moment of conception. The sins of my mother have followed me like a nightmare in a horror flick.

I'm Lexie Delaney, and I'm a necromancer. Which means, I can see the dead, talk to them, affect them. Not as fun as it sounds. Especially since the Veil closed and the dead have been stuck here. Things in town are getting tense. School is starting, and I'm already tired of our plan to keep our relationships quiet. Bodies keep showing up and no one has a clue as to why.

"If you're broken, I'll fix you . . . "I'm only twenty-one and already damaged goods. A slut. A failure. A disappointment to my picture-perfect family as long as I can remember. I called off my wedding to William Bailey, the only man who thought I was worth fixing. A year later, he's marrying my sister. Unless I ask him not to . . ."If you shatter, I'll find you . . . "But now there's Asher Logan, a broken man who sees the fractures in my façade and doesn't want to fix me at all. Asher wants me to stop hiding, to stop pretending.

The first time I saw Major Cade Jameson, his pants were around his ankles...Every line of hard-earned muscle beckoned me to "squeeze here." But I'm getting ahead myself. To tell this story right, I'll have to start with the present, not the past. I owe Cade a debt. A life for a life. My name is Brecklyn Brannon, and I'm not who I claim to be.