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When Layla walked into Giovanni’s shop two years ago, all he could think about was having her tied to a St. Andrews cross. After a couple of conversations, he learned that she was all he ever wanted, but his life wasn’t ready for her yet. One year ago, he was ready to claim her as his own, but then she walked in with the ugliest ring in history, declaring her off the market. Tonight, she walked in with no ring and no reason for him to stop. He can finally show her that he is more than a master in chocolate - he is a master in the bedroom, as well.

Leo Wells is the last person I want to be skating with. He's aloof, abrasive . . . and stupidly attractive. Never mind the fact that I had a lapse in judgment one night with him in the past. We may not like each other, but I like winning more and if I want to do that, I need him. We need each...

She stepped up to my side in a dark club and ordered a whiskey. My go-to drink. I didn't know her name, I knew nothing about her, but every part of me came alive. For more than a year my life had been turned upside down. I'd hit a wall at every turn, but suddenly the weight had lifted. And the...

Being a newly minted demon with some shiny black wings of my own should be a dream come true. I mean, I'm back in Hell, I've got power, I'm not a lowly human anymore, this could be the start to happily ever after with my boo Azazel! If only it weren't for that little snag . . . that Lucifer...

Being an angel sucks. Well, a low-ranking angel, that is. Who'd have thought that one of the tasks in Heaven assigned to those not blessed with brain-melting power is shoveling unicorn poop? Not me, that's for sure, although I don't even remember who I was as a human before being turned into an...

I never should have fooled around with my brother's best friend . . . Emerson Everyone thinks they know who I am. I'm the TV star who fell in love with her costar, Wesley Rich. But it wasn't real. It was a life designed to entertain millions of watchers each Monday night. A life I had no control...

I was raised to believe Omegas had value—if not to themselves, then to the highest bidder. Turns out, I was wrong about the bidder part. Thanks to the mess my father left behind, I've spent the last three years working in a velvet cage—dolled up, strapped in corsets, and made to smile for...

I'm a man who knows what he wants and what I want is Birdie. It hurt like hell to watch her leave our small town to set off and chase her college dreams. I let her go once, I'm not letting it happen again. Now she's home for good, and I'll stop at nothing to keep her with me, always. Even if that means tying her to me in every way possible.

Devastation and devotion are two sides to the same coin, and Brian Miller flips the coin to my heart without even trying. He thinks he's not good enough—that I deserve better than a damaged single father. But his demons can't be any worse than the one stalking my every move in our small town—the one no one can bring to justice. Despite the age difference between us, I'm not a little girl, and I know the truth. Brian will never forgive himself for not being there when I needed him most. But he's the only man who can rescue me now.

I never claimed to be a saint. But it wasn't until I found myself in cuffs that I learned the damage I was capable of. The only sunshine on those gray prison days came in the form of letters from a hopeful teenager with a quick wit. But the letters weren't addressed to me. They were meant for my bastard cellmate, who'd sooner toss them on the floor with the rest of his trash. So, I picked them up, read them, and wrote back, signing each letter, Love, Dad.

He's a grumpy bad boy with a chip on his shoulder the size of the state. He's dark, broody, sexy as hell, and he knows it. I shouldn't want him so badly. He barely knows I'm alive. Until nature decides to throw us a curve ball. Mother nature...or fate. Once the clothes come off and secrets are revealed...there's no going back. We both know we're careening toward a disaster by falling into bed again. But one taste wasn't enough. It's more like an appetizer for a meal with an endless number of courses. And I'm a starving woman.

Falling for your brother's best friend is the lamest play in the book. What can I say? I'm putty in his hands every time he flashes that crooked smile my way. But Maddox crushed my heart when he admitted to having no recollection of the night we spent together. And now living under the same roof as him is becoming unbearable. Especially since I'm carrying a secret I won't be able to hide much longer.

Some guys take the easy way out. Not me. I work hard and I work out even harder. My sister would like to see me settled down with a family, but running a successful gym while building a fitness empire takes time, sweat, and discipline—three things I can't afford to spare even for a chance at happy ever after. Then the new yoga instructor struts into my gym looking like the ultimate cheat day.

I wasn't prepared for Delilah Taylor. Settling down was never on my radar. Almost getting caught with my mouth and hands on her body were definitely not in my plans. Now that I've had a taste of her, I'm rethinking every single f*cking thing.

Until now, college has been fun and games—all girls and hockey, all the time. It's senior year, though, and I'm still undrafted and unsigned. If I plan to play professional hockey, I need to prove to my critics that I can be a leader and take my hockey game seriously. But that doesn't mean I need to get serious in my private life. As the team captain, I'm expected to compete in a campus dance competition, and I get partnered with Ivy Deveraux. She's beautiful, no-nonsense, hyper-focused on her dance career . . . everything I'm not. 

There's only one woman I truly care about: my daughter. Until Maisy Stratford flounces into the front office of the Tennessee Thunderbolts with a heartfelt smile and a tray of baked goods. As the Bolts' newest hire, Maisy is optimistic, enthusiastic, and a goddess at manifestation. Everything I'm not. Known as Brawler, I'm a gruff, quiet, rough-around-the-edges, NHL defenseman. I haven't dated in decades. I've never been married and my daughter's a twenty-one-year-old mischief maker. I don't know how to talk about feelings or place my trust in the hands of a woman. 

Lioness. That's the first word that comes to mind when I see the brilliant redhead selling cupcakes at the hockey arena. With the soul of an artist and the spirit of a nomad, Bea Turner is gorgeous, quirky, and refreshing. She's also my teammate's little sister. As the Tennessee Thunderbolts' Rookie, I should steer clear. I'm here to play hockey and provide much-needed financial security for my family. To do that, I need to avoid distractions.

Daxton Ford tried to warn me. He never made promises. He swore a girl like me would only get hurt by a guy like him. Did I listen? He portrays dangerous, dark, and brooding. Or so he thinks. Daxton is trouble; anyone can see that. He carries the weight of the world on his shoulders and keeps his circle of friends small.

But I'm the girl who believes in the good. I'm the girl that even when every fiber in my body is telling me to not go there. I head straight for it, even if I know I'll fall.

Wherever I am, I'm the biggest guy in the room. People don't just gawk when they see me. They keep their distance, which is fine by me. Why do you think I bought a fixer-upper in the country? I don't mind the manual labor, just like I don't mind the solitude. I've got my own business and projects, and no room for anything—or anyone—else. That is, until an angel shows up on my doorstep, clutching a month-old advert touting a room for rent in my house.

The woman I crave more than anything wants nothing to do with me. I'm going to do whatever it takes to change her mind. One night with Juniper and I hardly remember any of it. No wonder she's pissed as hell, won't talk to me, or barely look at me. I do what any Johnson worth his salt would. I take her away to my cabin until she's ready to talk. One thing is for certain we won't be leaving until I own Juni like she already owns me.