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Mitchell "Trapper" Gates fears nothing. He begs for death and relishes life on the edge. He's also not afraid to call himself a sinner. Trapper knows what it is to be violated and what it feels like to deliver a death blow. He knows love and he knows pain. However, one person knows his every secret. When Avery has waited long enough, can Trapper see beyond their past and into their future? Or is he too late? Love, hate, anger, and passion collide as the time comes, and the devil demands his due.

I met Adam and Gabe the old-fashioned way: in a bar. That is, if old-fashioned means that I met a couple of men already in a committed, loving relationship, and they took me home for a night of debauchery and fun, then yeah. That.

I have plenty of reasons to dislike the ridiculously good-looking, arrogant Ethan Dalton, who did my father wrong, and I'd do anything for the chance to tell the billionaire that to his face. So when I'm selected to attend Moore's Department Stores' annual conference in Hawaii, with an invitation to submit my designs, the last person I expect to see is Ethan. I had no idea he was on the board, and despite the fact that he won't know who I am, I'm in avoidance mode, and failing.

Grace Shelton has experienced her fair share of loss and trauma, but moving to Blairwood is her chance for a new beginning. For Trent Remington, going to college is a chance to break free of his overprotective parents and finally play basketball. When Grace collides into Trent by accident, she sees the last person she ever expected to find—the boy that's been haunting her dreams for the past two years. Trent might belong to another girl, but he can't seem to get the redhead with the sad eyes out of his mind no matter how hard he tries.

Livvy Savoie is a people person. Not only does she have the magical gift of persuasion, but her natural charisma charms everyone she meets. She hasn’t met a person she didn’t like. Until her annoyingly brilliant competitor walks through the door. No matter how hard she denies it, loathing isn’t the only emotion she feels for him. Grim reaper Gareth Blackwater is rarely, if ever, moved beyond his broody, stoic state. But the witch he’s partnered with in the public relations contest is destroying his peace of mind.

I'm the captain of Earth's moon base. I can handle any mission. I do not need a partner, even if he is a sexy-as-sin alien commander, who looks at me like he's trying to decide between throttling me or . . . something else. His grumpy demeanor and dominant streak make me want to shake him, but I can't deny the heat between us. Do I dare put my hand to the flame? I've been burned before. And I've guarded my heart ever since. As we travel to a distant planet to find the rare substance that will save both our kinds, we soon discover the inhabitants have some odd customs.

You know those stories where an adorably misunderstood, clumsy girl needs a fake date to a wedding so she asks her brother’s best friend and they accidentally fall in love? I wish that was the kind of life I lead, but it’s not. I don’t need a date to a wedding. I need a date to a funeral. And I don’t have a brother, or a best friend with a brother available, which means I’m stuck with Tyler Jaeger. Sure, he’s a professional hockey player who also knows advanced calculus, but let’s say we’re not compatible and leave it at that. I should know. I am a matchmaker.

For years, I've kept his secret. When he called, I answered. When he needed, I gave. Then he went dark. I tracked him on Instagram - like his 16 million other followers. When being on the planet with him, separated by his secrets, felt like torture, I moved on. But Luke McDowell wouldn't let me go. He says he doesn't want me, but we both know that won't hold. By the end of our story, he'll have taken everything. The question is, what will he give?

Evie Burns is confident, independent, and driven. After recently graduating college and moving on from her cheating ex of two years, she is ready to finally find Mr. Right. But after countless bad dates, she is preparing to swear dating off for good, now focusing on finding someone who can give her the perfect night.

I haven't been interested in dating since my ex dumped me for a new girl at his law office. Since then, I've thrown myself into my work as a hotel gift shop designer. While being single isn't what I expected, there's truth to that old saying, "Once bitten, twice shy." And the bite of a cheater stays with you. Christmas can be a particularly vulnerable time, which is why I accepted a job right before the holidays. I had no idea the lodge that hired me was also hosting a singles' event. Imagine my surprise when they had a last-minute cancellation and asked me if I wanted to join them.

Bailey Followhill is the perfect daughter. Sweet. Charitable. Pretty. Control freak. Not a hair out of place, not an inch out of line, she is everything her troublemaking sister Daria isn't. But when her A game turns out to be a lukewarm C- at Juilliard, Bailey's picture-ready life starts fraying faster than the worn satin ribbons of her pointe shoes. She's becoming a piece of gossip. The troubled child. A drug abuser. No longer the girl her best friend once knew.

Exposing a prominent criminal family with an investigative news report didn’t exactly work out the way Sabrina had hoped. Instead of basking in the glory of her article’s success, she’s on the run from a powerful man who wants her dead. To stay safe, she’s forced to trade one bad situation for another.

Maisy is happily content with the life she’s built for herself and her young son in small-town Prescott, Montana. Her child is thriving, her business is growing, and her family is as close as they’ve ever been. But when a handsome stranger walks into the lobby of her motel, her simple life is swept up in a wave of affection for his gentle heart. None of those feelings can be trusted, though. She made that mistake before with another man. The man she murdered.

Two exes, one house. What could go wrong? Olivia had a plan: MBA, Wall Street VP by thirty-two, marriage and two children (preferably twins because #efficiency). Not in her plan? Losing half her belongings in an apartment flood and being forced to turn to her ex for help. Definitely not in her plan? Moving into said ex's house and watching him walk around shirtless, bake her cupcakes, and look at her with those smoldering-Wait, what was she talking about again?

Jude "Lucky" Lucketti wasn't just a sexy, brooding construction worker. He was my own personal hero, showing up in all the right places at the right times. Like when my car broke down and I needed a ride home, and when I face-planted on the sidewalk right in front of him and had to be taken to the emergency room. We became friends, and it didn't matter that he was 16 years older than me. We had a lot in common - like our love of old rock music and vintage fast cars and our aversion to relationships.

One year, two opposites, and a love that will blindside and, ultimately, shatter them. She's an aspiring interior designer who dreams of falling in love. He's an ex-football star who thinks love is a con. She's a virgin, and he doesn't do virgins. He's cocky, infuriating, and not her type. She wants the fairytale. He wants freedom. Blake and Farrah shouldn't have fallen for each other the way they did: totally, completely, and irrevocably.

Keep to myself. Don’t let anyone in. That’s how I like it. That’s usually how everyone else likes it too. My scowl keeps them all away—all except him. We may both be Park Avenue Princes, but we would never work. We don’t belong in each other’s real worlds. He’s too soft for mine; mine’s too harsh for his. But I can’t stop thinking about him. About those pale grey eyes that see right through me. The ballsy way he gives right back whatever I dish out. I like that. Respect it. Want more of it... Which is why when I find out his ex is bullying him, it makes me want to rip that bastard a new one.

My bride. The daughter of my enemy. She's nothing more than a part of my revenge. I'm the one who holds her life in my hands. As well as her body. And soon, her very will. Yet, she refuses to break. This woman disarms me, not with weapons but with words. And not with a fist, but with a simple kiss. But a match made in hate can have no other ending except war.

I’m hiding a secret. A big one. One that could shake the very foundation of the Upper East Side elite. My secret has dark blond hair and a smile that could charm the pants off anyone—including mine. Charismatic. Powerful. Unbelievably gorgeous, with a body I fantasize about—not that they will ever know. This secret is one I’ll take to the grave. Because, you see, I am in love with a Carrington, just not the one I’m dating. And what’s a bigger scandal than falling for your girlfriend’s dad?

Commanding my family's empire is an honor, yet the thoughts I have about this woman? Anything but. However, she's the one woman I shouldn't pursue. She intrigues me, and not just because of her refusal to speak. It's the quiet rebellion she exhibits in every nuanced movement and pointed look. Like a siren, her behavior calls to me but leaves me unsure whether to protect, punish, or pleasure her.