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Chrissie doesn’t have time for guys, hot or otherwise; most days, she barely has time to sleep. With a thriving bakery that demands her attention and plenty of proof that relationships aren’t worth the trouble, she’s content to go it alone. Too bad she’s unwittingly baited Mr. Tall, Dark, and Way Too Gorgeous - and he’s just waiting for a chance to bite.

I’m just a simple girl who likes dessert. And sexy men. And social media. So starting an anonymous video channel called The Sexpert as a side hustle to make up for my low-paying marketing job at Le Man Magazine seemed like a perfectly sensible career decision. Until we went viral, my boss accused my anonymous personality of stealing his idea, and now my super sexy new boyfriend, Andrew, is out to get me. Her. Me. Whatever.

Rian Thompson thought she joined the gym to get healthy. Little did she know she was about to add 190 pounds of swoonworthy abdominal muscles and arrogance to her life.

Joe left Assateague Island with his tiny trailer and an invitation for Ruby to follow. She longs for adventure and companionship, but is she ready? George, her dog, who just might be her dead husband reincarnated, is making decisions difficult. One minute he seems to like Joe. The next minute, the dog is baring his teeth at the man. Ruby decides to follow Joe at her own pace, pulling her little teardrop trailer behind with George in the front seat riding shotgun. She wants to catch up with the man, but on her terms, in her own time. Things don't always work out as planned.

Once upon a time, there lived a best-selling author who wrote about the miracle of true love and finding your forever soul mate. And that was thanks to Elizabeth, his muse...his one and only...his soon to be ex-wife. It’s been six months since the love of his life tore out his heart and set it on fire, and because of this, the “author” hasn’t written a single word - his mind is drier than the Sahara Desert. That unfortunate fool? That’s me. My name is Jayden Evans or, as my readers know me, J.E. Sparrow.

I should walk away, find some puck bunny to gleefully sit on my lap and tell me what a big, hot hockey stud I am - totally true, BTW. But there’s just something about this feisty redhead I can’t let go. She’s got an edge to her that’s sexy as hell and a smart mouth that’s been tying me up since the night I met her. She tells me to forget it, we’re not happening. But she’s not the kind of woman a guy ever forgets. Especially when the air starts to sizzle and pop every time we get within 10 feet of each other.

This team hates me. Something about my chronic case of resting prick face and that thing with the captain when the season started. My fist, his jaw. Coach says no more “confrontational BS” or I don’t play at all. And that’s a hit my career in the NHL can’t take. So I'll keep my head down and finish out my contract. There’s just one problem. Allie. The girl from Vancouver eight months ago with the sexy, shy, and sinfully bold smile. The girl who blew my mind and then blew out of my life without giving me her number. Turns out she’s the captain’s little sister.

The crew of the pirate ship, the Lovesick Fool, are worried about their navigator, Sentorr. He's obsessed with working, spending all his time on the bridge. It's not work the big blue alien is truly obsessed with, though. It's a female. Sentorr's convinced that Zoey, a female navigator on another pirate ship, is his mate. She won't show him her face, though, or agree to meet him. She's happy to have steamy, late-night conversations with him over comm channels, though.

I know how things look from the outside. I'm rich. I'm a successful surgeon. I'm handsome. I should have women lining up from here to New Jersey clawing for space in my bed, but there's one huge catch: I'm f*cking awkward. Every time I get a date, I spoil it. Asked if she's pregnant? Check. Forgot her name? Check. Bought a meat lover's pizza for my vegan girlfriend? Check, check, check.

""I was hooked from the very first page!” – Christina Lauren, New York Times bestselling author of In a Holidaze ""This book is a delight."" – New York Times Book Review A National Bestseller and winner of the Lambda Literary Award for Best Lesbian Romance! Featured on Shondaland, Oprah...

USA Today bestselling author Vivienne Lorret launches a charming new trilogy about three debutantes who get more than they bargained for when it comes to the mating habits of scoundrels . . . Heiress Winnifred Humphries refuses to marry the odious man her parents have chosen. She’ll marry for...

My new neighbor is a hot, grumpy hockey player who works out shirtless on his porch every morning. But it’s not technically spying if I just happen to be on my patio at the same time ... right? Imagine my surprise when the sexy grouch turns out to be the client who just hired me to redecorate the house he’s giving his mom. What’s a ray of sunshine like me to do? Pretend I’ve never noticed his abs while we pick out furniture—since I’d never date a client. And Ford Devon? He’s made it clear this is his final season, and he wants zero distractions.

Ce n'est pas un secret que j'ai une profonde aversion pour les ascenseurs. L'idée de rester coincée et d'étouffer misérablement fait que je préfère généralement la sécurité de l'escalier. Mais aujourd'hui, je fais une exception. En effet, le séduisant inconnu qui me tient les portes de l'ascenseur ouvertes m'hypnotise littéralement avec ses ravissants yeux bleus. Je ne peux pas résister et je monte dans l'ascenseur. Une erreur fatale. Les portes se ferment et nous sommes pris au piège.

Down and almost out in Nashville, Hannah May takes a job at what she thinks is a telemarketing company. To her shock, it’s a phone sex hotline. Unfortunately, the only role-playing Hannah can do with conviction is as a cash-strapped twenty-five-year-old virgin caring for a mother with Alzheimer’s. If only her callers were into that fantasy. Instead, one of them is looking for a killer.

Meeting Bolan Adler, professional baseball catcher and single dad, is a complicated story. One involving a one-time kiss when I was young and silly. And a two-time tryst as some kind of midlife breakdown moment. Anyway, in the game of baseball, three strikes mean: you're out. I thought my third one might happen when Bolan Adler is the newest client of the sports management agency I work for. The same business that just promoted me to agent status when I hadn't asked for the position.

Alla scrittrice di necrologi Nadine Barbault non dispiace essere chiamata “Signora Morte”. Calza a pennello con il personaggio della Regina di Ghiaccio che ha coltivato per sopravvivere ai ritmi frenetici del Toronto Herald. Perciò quando Nadine scopre che la famosa (e solitaria) scrittrice Dot Voline è morta, non esita a pubblicare il necrologio ... per scoprire che Dot è molto viva.

Event planner Valerie Peng never planned on spending her summer sipping champagne at a lakefront estate, dodging suspicious socialites, or pretending to be anyone’s long-lost daughter. But when a very public, deeply mortifying mishap lands her in hot water—and her career in a hot mess—her uber-wealthy older client makes her an offer she can’t refuse: come to his glamorous summer home and pose as the long-lost daughter he believes his conniving family has hidden from him. In exchange? Time away from her actual life ... and the chance to help uncover a long-buried secret.

Now that I've landed my dream job in NYC, I'm finally ready to find Mr. Right. What better way to meet new people in a big city than at a speed dating event? Or so I thought—until I got stuck with the biggest cynic in the room. Parker's disdain for love drives me crazy, yet there's something about his icy blue-green eyes that draws me in. Determined to prove to him that love exists, I find myself betting him that I can find a boyfriend by Valentine's Day.

When billionaire Archer Gaines needs to escape his father's corrupt shadow and a related scandal, he purchases The Serendipity, a historic apartment building far from New York City. He believes in bottom lines and big business deals, definitely not in the local folklore surrounding the town of Serendipity Springs. So he's eager to move forward with plans to flip the building into luxury lofts. But The Serendipity doesn't particularly care what Archer believes, and the building has plans of its own.

Quand nous avions onze ans, Oliver Ford Pemberton m'a défiée de sauter du toit d'une grange. Il disait qu'on ne pouvait pas se casser une jambe en sautant de 3,5 mètres. Il mentait. (On peut aussi se casser une clavicule, ce qui, selon moi, était bien fait pour lui.) J'aimerais pouvoir dire que c'était le dernier défi que j'ai relevé de sa part, le dernier pari que j'ai fait avec lui, la dernière fois que j'ai fait confiance à Oliver Ford Pemberton. Mais ce n'était pas le cas. Parce qu'il a eu le culot de devenir beau, charmant et sexy.