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My life is routine and mundane. I spend my days driving my clients where they need to go, but I’m content in my monotony. Until I see her. One look at the little blonde-haired dancer, and my obsession is born. She’s all I can think about. I feel like I’ll die if I don’t get close to her.

Melody is not a fan of modern rock music. She’s more into music from bygone eras than that from her generation, but when her college roommate insists she go to a rock concert with her and a few other friends, she reluctantly lets them drag her along. She doesn’t know anything about the band they’re seeing except its name. That’s why when Melody is about to pee her pants and stumbles into the lead singer’s dressing room, mistaking it for a bathroom, she has no clue who the hot dude is.

I play right ring, and I’m the team’s star forward. Hockey is in my blood, and my career is the most important thing in my life. Until I see her. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Her blue eyes are as light as an Arctic winter—and just as icy—because not only is she the coach's daughter, but she wants nothing to do with hockey or hockey players. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to her that she’s mine—even if it means stalking her.

Baseball is my life. Not only am I good at it, but I’m determined not to end up like my father. That’s why I don’t allow myself to get too close to any woman. But that all changes the day I see Brandy Lancaster. I’m drawn to her like a magnet, and there’s no stopping the pull she has over me. One look and I’m already in too deep, but for the first time in forever, I’m not scared of drowning.

Cindy Crews is everything I never even knew I dreamed of. Winning the championship used to be my number one goal in life, but one look into Cindy's pretty golden eyes, and I see my future. But Cindy is a feisty little thing who's fighting me every step of the way. I know she feels this electric current zinging between us, but she's put up walls so thick it's going to take a bulldozer to knock them down.

I’ve been in love with Penny Fox from the moment our eyes first met across the hall in high school. But she’s always been out of reach. That’s okay because I’ve waited for her. I’ve followed her.

Jessa Jeffrey has had enough of writing fluff pieces about fashion. She’s not interested in the latest trends or celebrity gossip—she wants real stories, the kind that change the world. Politics, war, controversy—that’s where her passion lies. She just needs a chance. Her boss finally gives her a chance at the big leagues—but there’s a catch. If she wants to prove herself, she has to score an interview with Riker Morin—the grumpy, scarred war hero turned MMA fighter. A man as dangerous as he is elusive.

Bonnie Belmont is running, but it’s not from the law—it’s from the nightmare that’s her stepdad. She’s desperate to escape his creepy advances and vile words, and at barely eighteen, she’s ready to fight for a new life, a fresh start. But first, she needs a job. A way to survive. Anything is better than what she’s running from.

My old man decides to spring a surprise wedding on us. Great. Just what I need—another reason to suck it up for the family. I’d rather be at my tattoo parlor, inking my next masterpiece, but hey, for Dad? I’ll grin and bear it. The ceremony? A snooze-fest. Champagne? Please. Whiskey’s the only thing that’s gonna get me through this misery. I’m just about to make my escape when she appears. She’s an angel in a dress—big brown eyes that could melt steel, a smile that could start a fire. And just like that, the sour mood I’ve been dragging around is gone.

Hadley’s world shatters the night her stepdad sneaks into her room, and with nothing but fear gripping her heart, she bolts. She doesn’t care where she’s headed, as long as it’s far from the nightmare she’s escaping. Damon’s instincts roar to life the second he spots her—lost, trembling, and too innocent for her own good. She’s an angel who’s fallen right into his path, and he’s a man with a past he can’t escape. A felon with no right to touch someone so pure, someone so tempting.

The guy who steps up to me at my mom and new stepdad’s wedding is a walking contradiction. He’s huge. Like, ridiculously big. His shoulders practically block the light, and his chest—don’t get me started on his chest—makes me forget how to breathe. And he’s not just a muscle-bound nightmare; he’s got this cocky, arrogant smile that makes him look like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

I’ve got one thing on my mind: the biggest fight of my career. But the second I lay eyes on her, nothing else matters. She’s perfect. A knockout in every sense. Problem is, she’s the senator’s daughter. Off-limits. Too good for someone like me. But the way she looks at me? Hell, it's like she’s asking for trouble. And I’m the kind of guy who gives exactly what people ask for.

The moment he pulled her back from the brink, she became his. Not just his patient, but his obsession. She’s everything he’s ever wanted, and now that fate has placed her in his hands, he’s never letting go. She wants to keep her distance, but he’s not the kind of man to be denied. Her fears? He’ll soothe them. Her heart? He’ll claim it. Because she’s his, and nothing—not even her resistance—will stop him from making her see it.

Faith didn’t expect to catch the eye of the devil when her friends dragged her to a Halloween party at one of the city’s most elite businesses. She didn’t even know who he was until his gaze locked on hers, intense, hungry, and coming straight for her like he already knew what he wanted. Coward that I am, I ran. But you can’t outrun a man like that, no matter how hard you try. I couldn’t stop dreaming of him, though. The way he looked at me. The fire in his eyes. But at least I’d never have to see him again, right?

Two years apart, but he’s never stopped watching. Now, he’ll do whatever it takes to make her remember him. She doesn’t remember me. I know that. Hell, how could she? It’s been two years. But I’ve never stopped thinking about her, never stopped wanting her. I went to prison for her. Took the fall, took the heat, all for her. And now I’m out. Free. But the second I hear she’s going to Daytona Beach for Spring Break, something inside me snaps.

She's the sweetest little angel I've ever laid eyes on—blonde hair that shines like sunlight, emerald eyes that pierce straight through me. I want to drop to my knees and worship every inch of her. But then I find out... she's my new stepsister. Forbidden. Off limits. But that doesn’t stop the obsession from sinking deep. Now, all I can do is watch, lurking in the shadows, a silent protector. Security’s my thing, after all.

Poppy is desperate to chase her dreams of going to college, even if it means making an unthinkable sacrifice. So, she auctions off her innocence to the highest bidder, a mysterious, brooding man who awakens something dark and forbidden in her. She convinces herself she'll never see him again—that is, until she steps into her first lecture and locks eyes with her new professor. Now, she's caught in his unrelenting gaze, and he’s not about to let her forget who she belongs to.

Ella Brown. The prettiest little thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. She doesn’t realize it yet, but she’s already mine. Sure, she fights it—says she’s not interested. But I see the way her breath hitches when I’m near, the way her cheeks flush when our eyes meet. She can push me away all she wants. It won’t work. I didn’t get to the top by giving up, and I’m not about to start now.

Every guy knows the bro code. Thou shalt not touch thy best friend’s sister. It’s part of the bro code. Written in stone like one of the commandments. But when my best friend’s little sister moves in next door, all bets are off. She’s the sweetest little thing I’ve ever seen—too perfect for my rough hands and dirty thoughts. I know I should stay away, but how can I, when her fluffy little menace of a puppy keeps barreling into my yard and dragging her with him? It’s like fate is laughing at me, daring me to break the rules.

Erik Duvall is half the man he used to be. The war scarred him—physically and mentally. The right side of his face is a reminder of the hell he went through, and he’s sure it makes him a monster. He hates what he sees in the mirror, and he’s convinced everyone else must feel the same. So, he hides away, letting his music be the only thing that keeps him from losing his mind. A renowned composer, Erik keeps his music locked away, refusing to share it with anyone.