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Oliver Swan's career is over. Everyone can see that. He's been too injured to play for an entire season. But what legacy does a second overall player have to leave when he hasn't actually achieved anything in his career? He can already see the headlines: Draft Bust Retires After Underwhelming Career. Fuck that. He's going to be remembered the way he wants to be. He's going to write a memoir.

I've always been the dutiful son, living my life for everyone else but me. So, walking in on my fiancée with someone else during our engagement party should have filled me with devastation, but instead, I felt relieved. When a drunken message to the woman whose heart I broke all those years ago comes back with a reply, will this be the second chance I've always hoped for, or is it too late?

This is not how I saw my life panning out. Flying halfway across the world, leaving my dream job behind me all because my fiancé couldn't keep it in his pants. Coming home to my family is the exact cure I need for my broken heart. What I wasn't expecting to see in my living room is a hot, naked Italian man. Did I mention, naked? I really shouldn't be looking at his...

Rule #1: Don't fall for your client. Ryder: This shouldn't be that hard. As the resident playboy at Heartbreakers Anonymous, I’ll be your perfect wedding date, but I keep it strictly professional. And I'm straight, so it's not like I’m interested in Quinn, my first gay client.

Seth and Neely's paths have crossed over the years, but not in the way they had hoped. The misunderstandings between them stem from issues beyond their control, but the truth will be revealed.

The public labels me a Mafia monster, a man without a soul, and one hated by many. They're not wrong, and I'm not sorry for it. When my father orders me to marry a longtime enemy's daughter to settle a score between our families, she did what any smart woman with a beating heart would do. She ran. So, I hunted her down. She tries to negotiate for her freedom, but despite being inexplicably drawn to the deviant woman, I refuse her pitiful bribes with pleasure. I'll promise her freedom to get the answers I need, but I'll burn this city to the ground before I let her go.

I’m the newest patched member of the motorcycle club and I want to prove myself. Do something good for the club. But when I set eyes on Marisol, things change. Now all I want is her. In my bed all night long. First, I’ll have to deal with the cartel punk she’s been hangin’ with. The jerk has ideas above his pay grade, starting with her. But I’ll finish him. And have Marisol back in my arms in no time. Should be as easy as pumpkin pie. Making the ladies holler for more and fighting the MC war is what me and the club does best. It’s a hell of a way to spend the holidays.

"Hard pass." That's what the last girl I slept with said when she got her first sober glimpse of me. She laughed, walked out of my penthouse - and I never saw her again. It doesn't matter that I'm a rich, professional athlete; what mattered was my face. Beauty might only be skin deep for some - but I know better. "Pay up." That's what the last girl I spoke to said over the phone when I made her an offer she couldn't refuse.

"Look out for Zach, and don't hit on him." My brother's request sounds easy enough. Keep an eye out for his best friend on campus and keep my hands to myself. Easy. Even if Zach is a quintessential nerd, who I've always thought was cute, I don't have the time to think with my...stick. There's only one stick I should be focused on this year, and that's my hockey stick. My goal once I graduate is to get an NHL contract. The last thing I need is a distraction. On or off the ice. Only, keeping to the rules is harder than I thought it would be.

Julia and Ronin know their relationship is solid. They’ve been through hell and back, but their love has stayed true through it all. When Ronin’s ex, Kincaid, comes back to town, however, the two realize what they might be missing. Kincaid didn’t mean to leave Ronin behind all those years ago. When tragedy struck not once, but twice, bringing with it the heat of horror, he couldn’t face the past he’d left behind. Now, he’s back and doesn’t know how he fits in with the seemingly perfect couple.

It turns out making out with my best friend in high school could be considered gay. Who knew? Apparently, everyone but me. Now that it's been pointed out, I can't help reliving it in my head. Repeatedly. Good-bye Denial Town, hello Confusionville. When my path leads me down the gay dating app route, I don't expect to meet anyone I like, but then I meet him. He can't be more opposite than me. He's smart, he hates hockey, and he identifies as demi - something I've never heard of. Yet I can't deny something's there.

Detective Jake Cashen is called to a cul-de-sac on the edge of Blackhand Hills, where a teenage girl has discovered the victims of a murder-suicide. Newlyweds, shot in their own home. It looks open-and-shut. But something about the scene feels wrong—and Jake can't shake the parallels to his past. The case dredges up memories of his own parents' deaths under the same circumstances. His father snapped. His mother paid with her life. End of story. But as Jake digs deeper into the present-day investigation, he finds unsettling threads that lead straight to the tragedy that defined his childhood.

How could you love someone who wasn't who they said they were? It was impossible to let them go, even though they deserved it. Did any of us even know the real Ander Lavaro? With the mafia closing in on us, time was running out. I couldn't lose anyone else, but they had their sights set on Zavier. There was no way we'd get out of this unscathed. If Ander had been honest from the start, none of this would have happened. This was bigger than us, so it was no surprise when the street crews got involved. With them by our side, we could handle anything.

Love should be everything or not at all. At least that's what I used to think. I'm seventeen now, and back in Malibu. Mama's drying out back East, and here I am living with my father and his new wife, Tiffany Blume, Hollywood harlot. At least that's what Mama calls her. I keep my distance. I just have to bide my time until I turn eighteen and go off to college. Away from them; away from Seth Drake.

Get ready for your close-up Mr. Drake. I've found a career. Or maybe a career has found me. It's one I never would have imagined; one that I've never respected. But yes, I am paparazzi now in one of the most flush communities in the country. My reputation is well-known. When the tabloids need the shot, I'm the one that delivers. I am Grace Evangelista. I'm really Neely, but a cover is essential in my business. And Seth Drake is about to get up close and personal with my expertise. Is it revenge I want? Or is it simply validation that yes, I can be as good at my craft as he is at his?

After decades of sold-out stadiums and never-ending tours, coming home to run my family's Vermont dairy farm was supposed to be peaceful. Instead, I'm being terrorized by my devastatingly attractive neighbor who's apparently declared war on me—one "gift" at a time.

We were just kids when we met. . . He was the boy from down the beach. I was the transplant from Tennessee. He became my best friend. I became his best girl. And then . . . it became us. We shared things . . . our dreams, our secrets . . . first kisses and then our hearts. Seth Drake was my everything. My first crush. My first love. My forever passion. Until that day when everything changed through no fault of ours. I was crushed. We were crushed.

Ginny Carter was once a rising star in TV news, married to a top anchorman, with a three-year-old son and a full and happy life in Beverly Hills - until her whole world dissolved in a single instant on the freeway two days before Christmas. In the aftermath, she pieces her life back together and tries to find meaning in her existence as a human rights worker in the worst areas around the globe.

Sometimes your dream guy isn’t who you think he is. Sem has been stalking me for months. He shows up everywhere I am and lurks in the background, his eyes always on me. I don’t understand his fascination with me, but he won’t leave me alone. He’s definitely not my type. He’s too big, too reckless, and too feral. But then one night he breaks into my apartment and dares me to do something crazy and I can’t say no.

It’s been three years since Claire Kite lost her husband, David, an aspiring novelist, in a tragic car accident. Claire finally finds the courage to move on; then she discovers among the remnants of her shattered world her husband’s last manuscript. It’s intimate, stirring - and unfinished. An idea comes to her.... What if she can find someone to give David’s novel the ending it deserves?