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My brother believes he made me a killer. The truth is I’ve always been different. I can smile while sliding a knife between your ribs - and not feel a moment of regret. Until Leah. A man like me shouldn’t have a family. But the minute I opened my eyes from a coma and saw her, I knew I’d forever be tied to her. A nurse who nurtures life. A mother. I’ve watched her for two years, unable to stop but refusing to give in to the need to have her. To love her. Until the night her daughter is taken. I’ll light up the world to get Leah’s child back to her.

I didn't need the cherry red stilettos and tight mini skirt to make an impression, but I'm a firm believer in going big or going home. Plus, those shoes cost me a small fortune, so why not flaunt them? The last thing I'd have expected was that the one man I could hardly bear to share the same breathing space with would find me and my shoes appealing enough to break his firm stand on not getting down and dirty with a colleague.

A slow-burn second-chance rom-com! She broke his heart 10 years ago. Now he's back - and her new boss. And she might still be semi in love with him. But that’s no problem, right? They can keep it professional. Until her grandmother gets involved. She’s thrilled to think that Whitney and Cam are still in love. And invites him to move in with her and Whitney. Of course, Whitney can handle that, too. Yeah, everything is fine. Just fine. Until Cam makes it clear that he’s all in. Having him back is very sweet, but can she really have it all? Or will it all crumble around her?

Rook Walsh appeared out of nowhere like a dark angel sent to steal my soul. And I could just tell that she was broken, and beaten, and scared. So I made her an offer of a lifetime. She needed a job, and I needed a certain "type" of girl for a modeling contract worth millions of dollars called Tragic. I was warned to keep my hands to myself. I was warned not to get involved. I was warned not to ruin her. (The way I ruined the last one.) But I don’t take orders - I give them.

I’m chasing a dream here. And I’m so close to having everything I ever wanted. But I can’t start over when I’m still on the run. Before I can become the girl I want to be, I’ll need to deal with the girl I left behind.

I get it. Stripping naked and letting your boyfriend’s best friend paint your body in order to sell custom motorcycles isn’t the ideal way to start a brand-new relationship. Add in a TV reality show, another best friend who seems determined to make me notice him, and the little fact that in order to get paid I will have to strut my stuff in public wearing nothing but body paint. Yeah. There’s not a chance in hell that Ronin is going to be okay with all this.

Rook Walsh appeared out of nowhere like a dark angel sent to steal my soul. And I could just tell that she was broken, and beaten, and scared. So I made her an offer of a lifetime. She needed a job and I needed a certain "type" of girl for a modeling contract worth millions of dollars called Tragic. I was warned to keep my hands to myself. I was warned not to get involved. I was warned not to ruin her. (The way I ruined the last one.) But I don’t take orders - I give them.

They told me Noah Pearson was gorgeous. Sinful. A successful venture capitalist. A Hollywood playboy. The kind of man I can usually spend the night with, then walk away from, no strings attached. No one told me I’d become addicted. Noah is all wrong for me. He’s charming and scandalous. He tears down all the careful walls I live behind. But when he talks dirty to me in that voice as smooth as whiskey, it isn’t long before I’m throwing out my rule book and agreeing to a sexy, no-emotions-allowed fling.

Darling Arrow, I shouldn’t be writing this. It’s not as if I’m ever going to send you this letter, and there are a million reasons why. First of all, I was sent to this reform school as a punishment for a petty, totally inconsequential crime. Not to ogle the principal’s hot son around the campus. Second of all, you’re a giant jerk. You’re arrogant and moody and so cold. Sometimes, I think I shouldn’t even like you.

This job comes with benefits. I knew that from the moment I laid eyes on her: Summer Sorensen, party queen, super-hot DJ, and soon-to-be rock star. She’s sexy, sassy, strong. But she’s in danger. I know she doesn’t want to hire me. She doesn’t want to need me, but she does. And this job is getting more complicated by the hour.

Hell fractured my soul into dust and left me broken, yet I deserved so much worse. Finally free from Lucifer’s torment, I must atone. But the lives I took and the pain I caused haunt me every day. Half angel, half demon, but nowhere near whole. Until I meet her. I should not want Zoe Dawes, but she whispers her desires in my dreams and chases away my nightmares. When an ancient evil returns, only I can stop him.

I'm a computer nerd who can't keep a girlfriend, but now I've got the best job ever as assistant manager at Au Naturel Naturist Resort. As a naturist - aka nudist - I'm right at home here. Until Mara Severins shows up. She's wicked hot, but the girl thinks "naturist" means birdwatching, and when she catches her first glimpse of all the naked guests here, she freaks out. What else can I do? My job, that's what. I take care of the guests, which means I have to babysit Mara. It would help if I didn't develop an, um, embarrassing condition every time I see her.

I killed my first man at the age of 12. I've been killing ever since. I thought it was all I lived for...until Abby. Until the woman I'd kidnapped became the woman I couldn't walk away from. She owns a piece of me I wouldn't take back, but the rest? The only way to protect her is to hold back the parts inside me that are too ugly to ever reveal. I'll keep her safe, even from me. And it works. We have the nights, and I hunt my way through the days. Alone.

Nate Brady and Myra West have been keeping a secret, though not just from their group - also from each other. Getting married when they were barely adults wasn’t in the cards when they made their plans for their future. Divorcing one another amid pain and heartbreak wasn’t either. Years have passed, wounds have scabbed over and scarred, but their anger remains. If the two can open themselves to the impossible, they might be able to take that second chance. Only they’ll also have to fight their fears, the lies between them, and the desire they thought long gone.

My father is set to become the next governor of Georgia, and he'll use me to get there if he has to. He'll hand me over to the man with the biggest bank account and political pull. I wanted something more. I wanted Levi. And I had him - until I woke up, disoriented and confused, at his mercy. He’s a bad boy, all right. A sexy, deadly assassin. And I'm the pawn torn between him and my father, two powerful men intent on destroying each other.

I play guitar. I create music. It’s all I ever wanted to do. But I’m in a rut. I’ve lived under the shadow of my past for so long I can’t see a future. Then she falls into my life. And suddenly, all I can hear are riffs, melodies, and beats. She’s my muse - my inspiration. She’s exactly what I need to get me back into the groove. But will she accept my invitation?

This marriage of convenience is about to get sticky. Getting hitched for the health insurance is not Jocelyn Asher's idea of romance. But the hospital quote has really frosted her cookies, and suddenly, "I'm rich. We should just get married", sounds a whole lot more swoony. Especially when the man proposing is this gorgeous. And takes her to parties featuring champagne and petit fours. She's a sucker for anything with bubbles or icing. And just like that she finds herself married to a near stranger. Grant Lorre is usually allergic to spontaneity.

Tabitha Graham hasn’t played the switch-a-roo game with her identical twin, Taylor, since high school, but when her big sis “by one minute and 32 seconds” offers her a first-class ticket to Greece, Tabitha can’t say no. Tabitha’s teacher salary is nowhere near enough to splurge for a trip to the Aegean but if she can pull off pretending to be Taylor and interview the mayor of Magnolia, Tabitha will finally get a chance to see the ancient ruins of Delphi. Meanwhile, Taylor scoots off to NYC for the job interview of a lifetime.

Dear Mr. Vega: I felt it necessary to follow up on today’s meeting, since we weren’t able to speak candidly in front of your son. I was shocked to discover that you are Ryder’s dad. I think it would be best if we just pretend that we met in person for the first time today. Your son is a very bright (flirtatious and talkative) student and since his education is a top priority for both of us, I hope I can count on you to respectfully refrain from grinning at me, using that sexy tone of voice, and undressing me with your annoyingly beautiful brown eyes....

Jason is a cynical rich playboy. He doesn’t take life seriously. He doesn’t believe in settling down. Eileen’s 27th birthday is almost here. But as always, she’s an afterthought in her parents' minds. Her family is too busy planning a shotgun wedding for her older sister to pay attention to her. And now, she has to help. It’s just another year where she’s overlooked. But the best man is smoking hot. He actually notices her and makes her feel special.