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She has no idea who I am. I immediately like that about her. The gorgeous woman who sat down at the blackjack table beside me and asked me to teach her to play doesn't recognize me as the third baseman who played pro baseball for seven years. I tell her I'm in town for a job offer when the truth is my buddy just asked me to leave my quiet existence in San Diego and unretire so I can lead the new Vegas Heat expansion team to the championship.

I've never been enough for the people around me, not for my parents before they died and not for the tough grandfather who raised me. When he unexpectedly passes, leaving me the famous (and failing) Sugar Maple Farms, all I want is to sell so I can leave the weight of being a Carville behind. Until Jane shows up. The woman is smart, salty, and sexy as can be. I can't admit it, but her vision for Sugar Maple Farms is captivating. Everything about her is captivating. While we spend every day arguing, I spend every night thinking about her.

Joshua Hicks is a hockey superstar who hired me for one thing: to help him with three kids that landed on his doorstep. Day one, he's shirtless and working on his car. It takes everything in me to look away, but he soaks me up like the sun itself. When he finds out I've never been kissed, he offers me a proposition. I live with him as his nanny for the summer; he'll teach me all about dating. His lessons leave me breathless… a touch here… a kiss there. It doesn't mean anything, right?

My best friend's little sister. Entirely off-limits. A craving I cannot resist. Savannah Levine is the one woman I cannot have and the only one I want. I keep her at arm's length, but there's no denying that she is an addiction I'm too weak to ignore. One taste. One touch. I should have known it would never be enough. Selfishly, I steal touches and kisses in the dark, keeping us a secret from those closest to us. But in a circle like mine, lies tend to catch up on you, and justice is served in the most tragic of ways.

A dog named Slipper almost ruined my life. The uncatchable stray snuck on the patio where I was waitressing and knocked me straight into Lee Powell's lap. My fist slammed into his junk. Then I accidentally flipped his breakfast platter onto his pants. I thought it couldn't get any worse, but when I bring my brother to baseball practice, I discover his new coach is none other than Lee, owner and founder of Powell Dog Sanctuary, and he's not happy to see me.

Ever since I first read Pride and Prejudice at twelve years old, I’ve dreamed of being Elizabeth Bennet. That dream is now about to come true. I, Monroe Wilde, the woman some could argue isn’t exactly Elizabeth Bennet material, have been chosen to play the beloved heroine for one week at Pride and Prejudice Park, a destination experience for Jane Austen devotees. To make this dream even more amazing and surreal, my best friend, the Duke of Blackthorne, Alastair Fitzroy, has volunteered to play my Mr. Darcy.

Falling in love with a Parker must be genetic. It's the only way Delilah Ridgefield can make sense of the mess that is her life. Some other things that are genetic? The hazel eyes she shares with her mom, the need to care for others that she gets from her dad, and her father's dementia diagnosis, which brings him back into her life after years of radio silence.

Mik Volkov used to be the Wolf Tzar, now he doesn't even know who or what he is. He can't shift from his wolf form, and the beast rules his mind, looking for vengeance and violence. The only thing keeping him sane is his obsession with the woman who smells like ripe peaches and lust.

Before today there are only dark, shadowed memories I’m too scared to even think about. It doesn't take me long to find out no one escapes from the Island of the Damned, a hidden paranormal prison camp in the depths of Siberia. Especially not a chubby, boring, plain old human woman like me.

They say nothing compares to the first kiss. That sentence needs to be amended. Nothing compares to the first kiss from Oliver Best. I knew at the moment our lips touched that the cocky rockstar would be forever imprinted in my mind. I also knew that loving him would be my destruction. And yet, love him I did.

My name is Thomas, and I'm always hard. No really, that's my last name. Thomas Hard, the pleasure is all mine… literally. I can't help it that my name suits me well. You know what else suits me well? That girl sitting across the bar, with her lips right where I tell them to be. I want her, and when I want something, it's gonna be mine.

Claire is the epitome of a good girl. She's cute, smart, demure—and my student and teaching assistant for the semester. Of course, I didn't know the latter when we first met at The Velvet Rooms, an elusive kink club for the richest of the rich. I was looking for a little plaything, she was looking for a Master—and we both felt like we found the perfect match in each other. Learning that she's a virgin already derailed my plans for the night, but fate had an even bigger twist waiting for us.

I've never looked at Lyric as anything other than my wife's daughter. The deepest my attention and affections have ever run are that of any fatherly figure, but those neglected baser needs take one look too long, and my fate is suddenly sealed—especially after the "accidental" nude debacle. I figure ignoring her and staying as far away as possible will get my point across; we can't happen and I can't be attracted to her.

A new dating app claims to have found my perfect weekend hookup. We can't send pictures of our faces; anything else is open game. So when I finally meet the dirty-talking stranger of my dreams… I nearly faint when I see it's my brother's supposed saint of a teammate. Michael Ferguson—the son of Houston's most renowned pastor. His family represents everything good, innocent, and wholesome. With the exception of his brother, who I used to date. On paper, we couldn't be more different. But with the mouth on this man and the way his muscles harden at my touch… Nothing stays off-limits.

Since my divorce, women have served a solitary purpose for me. The last thing I needed in my life was the headache of a relationship. I had no time or energy for anyone other than my son and my club. But when a chance encounter with my son's teacher turned into something I didn't expect, I tossed aside all my reservations and took a chance. I should've kept my distance. I should've listened when she told me she had doubts about us, suspicions which she was yet to find out were justified, and let her walk away.

Social butterfly. Life of the party. Single for life. While all my friends were busy getting married and making babies, I was happy I wasn't one of them. A series of life-altering events put me on a collision course with Rori O'Shea, the sexiest Irishman I've ever met, and also the grumpiest. We clashed at first sight and yet, ended up striking a bargain. He needs a fake girlfriend, and I need a guide in Ireland.

One night was all it took to seal our fate. Too bad it took another six weeks of battling my demons and denying the attraction between us to see exactly what she was. My future. I tried to keep my distance, however, living in a small town didn't help my plight. She was everywhere, throwing sass in my direction like it was her job. It pissed me off, yet turned me on at the same time. Then she uttered two words which altered the course of our lives forever. "I'm pregnant."

Safe and snuggled up in my nest, I waited for my pack to make their case and beg the Council of Four to let us stay together. But I never heard the answer. Just when my life was taking a turn for the better, I was snatched from my home and the men I love. Now, I'm somewhere strange, and my dream world's come crashing down. Trapped alone without my pack, rigid rules, and a man telling me I'm destined for a pack of strangers has me reeling.

Micah Harding has always been known to cause heartache. He didn't know it, but he broke my heart the summer I turned eleven. Humiliated and embarrassed, I didn't speak to him again after he claimed to have rescued me. Now, ten years later, I find myself on his doorstep, heartbroken yet again. Only this time, I'm an unemployed model, running from the life I've tried so hard to create, about to be thrust back into the one I escaped. Although he's the same billionaire I knew all those years ago, Micah's changed. I see the pain he holds in his blue-gray eyes, desperate to forget his reality.

I had always thought Owen Whitfield fit the mold of the brainless jock perfectly. Group of idiot friends? Check. Vapid girlfriend? Check. Ego bigger than the moon? Check. Until one day our worlds collided, changing everything. He pissed me off so badly that I had no choice but to give him a taste of his own medicine. Little did I know that my act of revenge would come back to bite me in the ass. How was I supposed to know Owen would turn out to be the best partner in crime I could hope for?