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A cattle ranch stalked by the ultimate predator. A heifer gutted and beheaded by razor-sharp claws. A ranch hand crushed and shredded by powerful jaws. According to legend—foretold by Sioux Chief Red Otter—the attacks are an omen of terrible things to come. When a grizzly attacks a man or his property during a blue moon, it is a sign that the bear has been sent from someone on the other side seeking revenge against the man that killed him. And that man—the avenger’s true target—is Hunter Buchanon.

Bounty hunting can be dangerous, but Jace Reed is used to danger and always follows the rules. Including the most important one—never get emotionally involved. But everything goes haywire when the Brooklyn “it girl” interrupts his most important assignment. Beautiful Lucy Moor may or may not hold the only clue to the target that Jace has been tracking for months. So becoming her roommate to get the intel from her should be easy… right?

One butt dial changed my life forever. Ruslan Oryolov went from boss to baby daddy in the blink of an eye. But other stuff changed along the way, too. I learned who Ruslan is—who he really is. I learned that the children I’ve come to love as my own can’t stay in this city anymore. I’ve learned that none of us can.

Working as Ruslan Oryolov’s personal assistant is the job from hell. After a long day spent tending to the billionaire’s every whim, I need some stress relief. So when I get home that night, that’s exactly what I do. Problem is, my thoughts are still stuck on the bosshole, who’s ruining my life. That’s fine—because of all Ruslan’s many sins, being gorgeous might be the most dangerous.

Reese Dalton has a secret wife. On a day that was supposed to be pure joy—Violet's birthday and the reveal of my pregnancy—disaster comes knocking. And disaster brought RECEIPTS. In this case, disaster takes the form of a woman named Holly Wilson. Holly has all the papers to prove that she's Reese's legal wife and Violet's biological mother. And what does that make me? The other woman. The second choice. Again.

The only rule for being a hockey star's nanny: Look but don't touch. But sharing a bedroom wall... Means I can hear everything he is doing. And sooner or later, he might make me crack.

Mackenzie Casper is a brilliant student. But she is best known for her mother, a best-selling author whose dark, twisted thrillers have a dedicated worldwide fanbase. When her mother dies in an accident, fans across the world are left grieving, and the investigators are asking: Was that really an accident?

When he learns the truth, Samuil whisks me away to his Scottish castle. He says it's to keep me safe. But the bars on the windows say they're there to keep me contained. Dark forces are closing in on all sides, Led by his ex-wife and his own brother, who want to destroy everything Sam's built.

I walked into the wrong hotel room...to a naked man fresh out of the shower. Now, I'm pregnant with his baby. I should've left as soon as I saw him. He was too beautiful to be real. I got halfway to the door… And then he saw exactly what I was trying to hide.

It's the dog's fault, really. If this untrained Great Dane I'm walking had any manners at all, I never would've ended up here: With my leash wrapped around the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. Lucky for me, the guy is a good sport about it. (Although his joke that “Dogs take after their owners” hits a little too close to home when Rufus starts humping his leg.) He leaves me with his business card and a smile that makes my knees weak.

Weary of the ravages of World War II, seventeen-year-old Nada is no stranger to loss. Her father was killed by the Ustaše – a fascist, Croatian regime working to cleanse Yugoslavia of Serbs – and the boy she secretly loves, Henrik, abandoned her to join the Partizan resistance. It’s why Nada holds tighter to those she cares about. So when she discovers her mother and sisters were ripped from their home by the Ustaše, Nada has to do something.

He took me as collateral to ensure my ex-fiancé kept the deal they made. But since then, Lev Zarkov has become so much more than the devil I thought he was. And now his baby is growing in my belly. I don't want to leave him, but after one devastating night blows up our life, I know I have my baby to think about. I tell myself that leaving is the right thing to do. But waking up without Lev in the middle of the night is pure midnight poison.

I fell for the off-limits hockey star. Got pregnant with his baby. Now, the world is trying to rip my heart away. They told me not to fall in love with Beckett Daniels. WHOOPS. Looks like I’m paying the price. Because Beck has some skeletons in his closet. To be fair, so do I. So I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised that they’ve all come out to play.

Beckett Daniels is hockey’s hottest bad boy. He’s also my newest assignment. A chance encounter with his ex-handler gets me a job I need to pay off the dangerous debts I inherited. The only catch? The job involves making sure that Beck keeps out of the tabloids, the nightclubs, and the beds of women he shouldn’t be messing with. So now, I’m living in his house. Dealing with his venom, his pranks, his shirtless (and pantless) good mornings.

Uri Bugrov caught me trespassing, and suddenly, my life is out of control. I'm pregnant with his baby—correction, his babies. I'm also a prisoner of his enemies. Uri comes to save me because, of course, he does. But my rescue comes with collateral damage. Because now, Polly is missing. Even though I'm back under Uri's protection, there are more uncertainties between us than ever. What happens if we don't save her? What happens when these babies come? What happens if this is all my fault… and Uri never forgives me?

It was supposed to be a joke: Give my best friend raunchy toys for her bridal shower and embarrass her in front of her family. But when my package is wrongly delivered to my gorgeous, mysterious neighbor, I'm the one who ends up mortified. I sneak over to his place to try stealing it back before he finds it. The problem is I get caught mid-heist... And then he makes me stay for dinner. Dinner leads to dessert, and dessert leads to... other dessert, if you get my drift. Several courses of sweet, sinful temptation.

I just dropped my underwear in front of the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. Then I found out we’d be working together. My best friend just went to Paris for three months, leaving me with her luxury apartment… And her hot-as-Hades neighbor. If you think those sound like nice problems to have, think again. Because Weston Scott is anything but nice. The star hockey player for the San Diego Firebirds is as grim as he is gorgeous.

It's either marry my awful ex or go to jail... Unless Weston Scott has something to say about it. And apparently, he has a LOT to say. Leave it to a hockey player to bust into a high society engagement party with no invitation and no Plan B. He wants me back? After how we broke up?! Is he out of his mind??? In short: yes. But maybe I am, too. I'm also out of options, and excuses...

I know Demyen Zakrevsky is wrong for me. But I can't help hoping... What if he's not? After all, he's saved me time and time again. He's made me a mother twice over. But he's also the one who sold me in the first place. The one who got my baby stolen away from me. The one who broke my heart over and over and over. I can't decide if he's a saint or a sinner. I suppose now's the time we'll find out for good. Because the bad guys have my baby, and they want one thing in return: Me. And for my daughter's sake, I'll give myself up every. single. time. So I take one final step into the shadows.

Six years ago, I was supposed to get married. But the night before the wedding, my groom-to-be showed me sides of himself I'd never seen before. I might've died in that hotel room... if Mikhail Novikov hadn't burst in to save me. Handsome, strong, capable knight in shining armor—sign me up, right? Wrong. Because Mikhail wasn't just the hero I never knew I needed... he was also way more dangerous than I ever could've known. But for one night, I let myself do something I never should've done. It was worth it—several times over, if you catch my drift.