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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.

I never should've loaned him my lucky pencil. Like every female in high school I was captivated when he spoke to me. I had no idea that moment would cause irrevocable damage. Over two years later I'm face to face with Carey Slade again. This time I won't get caught up in his good looks and oozing charm. I work three jobs and get straight A's. I can't afford to get distracted. Not again.

I thought he was going to be different, but Torque is the same as every other man when they see a female mechanic. He assumed I was applying for a job as a receptionist to try and lure him into my bed. Well, screw him. Now I'm working for another shop, but not everything is as it appears. I try to ignore it and just work, but when things go south, I have nowhere to turn. Except for one man and his club. Sparks fly, and I realize fighting him might be a losing battle. But neither of us realizes things are about to take a turn no one expected, and I'm caught in the middle.

What happens when you accidentally throw a blueberry pie in your brother's best friend's face? You marry him a week later for health insurance, of course.

My new fake boyfriend? I can't stand him. Pascal Gagnon is a broody lumberjack with a pine tree stuck up his self-righteous ass. He needs my help investigating his father's accident, and I need the work to help my PI business get off the ground. We're total opposites—he's an uptight control freak, and I've been described as a hurricane. Forced to live together to keep up appearances while I gather evidence, we bicker nonstop, but the fake relationship ruse is the perfect cover. Even if it means having to tolerate his shirtless piano playing.

Martin and Peggy Chance believe love should last a lifetime. With their fiftieth wedding anniversary on the horizon, they’ve modeled a beautiful relationship for their three grown children. But to their dismay, that lesson hasn’t quite caught on—the three siblings just can’t seem to take a chance and find love in their own lives.

The first time I met the grumpy lumberjack next door, I almost burnt down his cabin. The second time, I was throwing tampons at a moose (don't ask). The third time, I was naked. Henri Gagnon is not just my neighbor and landlord but a pain in my optimistic, plus-sized ass. He's got a protective streak under his grumpy exterior, and he's convinced I won't make it through the Maine winter.

When I started working at Salacious Players’ Club, I never expected to end up on the auction block ready to grant a date to the highest bidder. This club is not really my scene. I’m not the kind of girl rich guys take home. I’m more a piano playing, van-living, free spirit kind of girl.

Determined to walk away from a traumatic past, 22-year-old Grace Allen feels ready to take the next step in her healing journey—dipping a toe into the dating pool. Although she should probably start by making a friend or two, right? Samuel 'Cal' Callaghan isn't who she had envisioned as her first male friend in… well, forever. With an intimidating build, tattoos everywhere, eight years her senior, and a little sister under his care, the last thing she expected was to warm up to him so easily.

Theodore is every father's nightmare and my sweetest revenge. I was nine years old when my dad broke my heart. Ten years later I finally get my chance to break his. And what better way to hurt him than to mess with the only thing he's ever loved-his football team. Seducing the team's star quarterback is easy. Throwing him into my dad's face? Even easier. Letting him go proves much more difficult.

Ellie Klein fled Vermont after graduating high school, and she hasn't been back since. Not to see her overbearing parents nor her distant brother, not even to visit her temperamental cat and beloved dog. And most importantly, she hasn't been back to see Theo Fox. Her first love and brother's best friend has been but a distant and painful memory for the last seven years. When Ellie's travel site lands her back where it all began, her goal is to get in and out without seeing anyone from before. But life has other plans.

I've snapped the necks of evil men already—but there's one I never got to, and he took the most from me. So when a blonde beauty queen opens the door with tears in her eyes, heads are gonna roll. But I have my orders. I'm just here to paint the walls, not save a snobby seductress from a cruel man. Except my men have other plans… With Luke and Mateo's blood rushing south, I'm the only one thinking clearly. Getting involved with a senator's wife would screw us all sideways. Ain't it my luck… that's exactly what they want.

They call me dangerous. Which is fine by me. It keeps everyone out. Then some new girl walks into my shop and turns everything upside down. It started out physical until she becomes the one person standing between me and the future of my business. Now this mysterious new girl has me right where she wants me - physically, mentally...and emotionally.

What do you do when the killers come out to play? When it's hunt or be hunted? You sharpen your knives and prepare to get bloody because nobody does it better than a woman scorned with something to prove. Welcome to the 23rd annual serial killer war games, where the adrenaline runs high, the blood is fresh, and the revenge is best served cold.

I wake up in silk sheets that aren't mine. Designer clothes in my size hanging in a gilded cage. And a price tag of fifteen million dollars on my head. Then he walks in—salt and pepper hair, cold Russian accent. But I know those storm-gray eyes anywhere. Dante Moretti. My brother's enforcer. Seventeen years older and completely forbidden.

The ultra-luxe Black Rose Underground Club used to be Mary Sandusky's favorite place to play. She was happy to slip into her role as seasoned submissive Blossom and relinquish control to an expert Dom. But when a scene gets out of hand, she can no longer trust her own dark appetites. She's ready to walk away from Black Rose for good . . . until she meets a hot Highlander who pushes all the right buttons. Nothing makes Ronan O'Connor's blood heat more than commanding a submissive in a scene, but forming a relationship outside the club was an urge lost long ago.

He says he's stealing my youth, but I want him to have it. Until a baby bump ruins all my plans. I never wanted to strip for money… but a job is a job, and one check later, I've spent the night with a gorgeous, loaded mafia boss and paid off my mom's hospital bills. Four years later, the handsome stranger comes back into my life… Except Maksim Federov has no idea I had our baby girl years ago after the night we spent together.

Former Marine sniper Seth Harlan is determined to prove that he can still do his job despite his ongoing battle with PTSD. When an old friend contacts HORNET to rescue a black ops soldier, Seth's stability is strained. He knows all too well what it's like to rot inside an enemy camp, praying for rescue and waiting for death. And he's not about to leave a man behind.

Are you ready to meet the hot alpha bikers of the South Carolina Savage Kings MC? Listen to find out more.

My father handed me over to the Bratva. Now I belong to Luka Dubinin. Older. Colder. Sin in a tailored suit. He doesn't force my submission. He seduces it with silence and steel. Builds me a studio. Watches me dance. Burns me alive with every glance. I swore I'd never break. Never beg. Never love a man like him. But I crave his voice. His touch. His darkness. His power. He shields me with bullets. Loves me like war—violent and absolute. I should escape. Instead, I made a vow behind locked doors. Not of love. Not of freedom. But of surrender… and survival.