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Every family has a black sheep - even the royal ones. In the royal family of Denmark, that black sheep is me. Princess Stella, the scandalous divorcee, the only single mom in the family. It doesn't bother me what people say. It's always been me and my daughter against the world. Then that world of mine gets turned upside down. Prince Orlando of Monaco, whom the media has dubbed "The Royal Rogue" for many good reasons, comes to stay. The lewd words that leave his lips are inappropriate in any company. He seems to enjoy getting under my skin - and pretty soon, under my royal bedclothes as well.

The last time I saw Declan St. James was at our rehearsal dinner. That was shortly before he jilted me at the altar. To avoid the swarm of whispers and finger pointing every time I dared to show my face in public, I fled two hours south to Atlanta and never looked back. Over the last decade, I'd planned hundreds of scenarios about how our next meeting would go down. But being elbow deep in a cow's ass was not one of them.

Playboy rock star Damon Drake is exasperating. He's infuriating. And he wants me in his bed. It's the worst idea in the world. Damon doesn't do commitment. I don't do casual. He's an impulsive, cocky hothead. I'm the mature one who cleans up everyone's mess. But sparks fly during our every encounter. My body melts at the smallest touch. I can't help but be attracted to his confidence, his self-assurance. Something about those wicked green eyes makes the world fall out from beneath my feet. Not to mention those sexy, inked arms of his.

At first glance I probably seem like any good-looking guy in their late twenties. I have an obscene amount of confidence, a tattooed body sculpted by the Nordic gods, and I love the ladies as much as they love me. But I'm not the average single guy. I'm Crown Prince Magnus of Norway, and my latest scandal just landed my entire royal family in hot water. Now the only way the monarchy can save face is for me to smarten up - publicly. If I don't, I'll no longer be heir apparent to the throne. So it's either I abdicate my future role as King, or I get married.

Selene Taylor is the first to admit her dating life is a disaster. She has a weakness for the wrong men - bad boys with bodies to drool over and attitudes like they're God's gift to women. But her professional life? It's right where she wants it. Until her company's bought out by a man from her past, and she finds herself with a sexy new boss. Ronan Maddox doesn't just play the game. He wins. He's an adrenaline junkie who lives for the thrill of the chase. But he flirts with more than danger when he discovers one of his new employees is the one woman who still haunts his dreams.

I'm a gentleman and a card shark, so taking the lead on the new upscale casino on Villroy is a natural fit. Except, after a month in operation, it's been proving to be more than one prince can handle. I need a right-hand man (or woman) to make this operation a success. And then my twin, Silvia, gets in touch about Sara, a girl we were close to as children when her family summered in Villroy. Turns out that Sara, like me, loves poker, but now she's in trouble, running a poker game in New York and upping the pot high enough to attract the wealthy underbelly of the city.

I'm a modern 23-year-old princess bound by rules more suited to medieval times. My father's declining health means I will soon be queen, but, as a woman, I will not be allowed to rule alone. I can only claim my birthright by marrying the man chosen for me - a business tycoon useful to our kingdom. If I do not comply, my younger cousin will take my place simply because he's a man. I never met a man tempting enough to risk a kingdom...and then I meet him.

First thing you should know about me: I'm on my honeymoon on Villroy Island without my groom, which was a no-brainer given how my ex-fiance decided to "accidentally" fall in love with my best friend. I don't want to talk about it. Second thing: I'm a romance author on a generously extended deadline, and I've sworn to use this time away productively. I'm about to admit defeat when a prince with an image problem falls into my lap. And for some crazy reason, it's decided that me posing as his fiance would be a good idea.

Being a rock god isn't all it's cracked up to be. It's become a soulless grind. Which is why I'm now on my mate's houseboat, far away from the spotlight, hoping to find my way back to the music. Yeah. Not gonna happen. I've just discovered a stowaway on board, and I can't believe who she is. A bloody princess? And the prim little woman won't leave the boat, so I make an offer to scare her off - a no-strings fling. Only she says yes. I say no, and she promptly locks herself in my bedroom. I swear I'm dropping her off at the next port. She's trouble wrapped in a pretty, virginal package.

Phillip: I never expected to be the prime target of a bachelor auction, compliments of my outrageous sister-in-law, the new queen. I don't care if the internet has turned me into a royal hottie meme, I am not a piece of meat. So when the first eager single woman arrives at the palace, I send her packing. Only the damn woman refuses to leave. Ruby: Why would I want to buy a date with an arrogant rude prince? I'm here to do a job, which I desperately need, and no delusional prince is going to stand in my way. Obviously, the "royal hottie" believes the hype.

Gabriel: I am the crown prince of Villroy, heir to a kingdom, bound by duty to marry and produce an heir. I expected a quiet arrangement through royal channels, instead I got a palace full of women vying for my hand. This undignified circus is beneath a man of my stature! Proof being that a saucy, ill-mannered woman wearing body-hugging clothes is in the lead. Anna: The plan sounded simple: Pose as my friend, pick up her inheritance, and return with the cash to keep her out of jail. Suddenly I'm in a battle royale with a bunch of crazy competitive women for riches beyond our dreams.

From the first time I played army as a kid, the military has been my life. As an Airborne Major, I'd led my men through two tours in Afghanistan. But when my father was elected president, I became an even greater target for the enemy - a prize for someone to take out. To ensure not only the safety of myself, but of my men, I got stripped of my cammies, shoved into an Armani suit, and placed into a management position at my father's company. After years of trekking through the desert with an assault rifle, I was way out of my area of expertise....

But Wilmont Academy's been living in the Dark Ages when it comes to sex ed, and someone had to take matters into her own hands. Well, I'm a kick-ass coder, so I created a totally anonymous, totally untraceable blog where teens can come to get real, honest, nothing-is-off-limits sex advice. And holy hell, the site went viral - and we're talking way beyond Wilmont - overnight. Who knew this town was so hard up? Except now the school administration is trying to shut me down, and they've forced Dean - my coding crush, aka the hottest guy in school - to try to uncover who I am.

The next book in the smoking-hot Saints of Denver series from New York Times best-selling author of the Marked Men series, Jay Crownover. Everyone else in Dixie Carmichael's life has made falling in love look easy, and now she's ready for her own chance at happy ever after. Which means no more pining for Dash Churchill, the moody, silent former soldier she works with. She's going hunting for Mr Right, and a pesky little crush isn't going to stop her....

The first time I spoke to Peter Greer, it was at my best friend's engagement party. He was introduced to me as her brother then, but I knew of him even before that. For the many years I'd worked in the admin department at Pierce Goodman, Peter Greer was one of the untouchables. A person so high up the chain of command that a lowly admin assistant like me had no reason to speak to him directly. Of course, that changed when I became friends with his sister. We were acquainted.

I know better than to mix business with pleasure, but when I meet billionaire Brody Harrington, our chemistry is impossible to resist. As one of New York's most successful venture capitalists, Brody seems adamant to keep our relationship casual. But the more time we spend together, the more confused I become. Brody is struggling with his own demons, fighting his growing feelings. When he demands I quit dancing to be with him exclusively, I refuse to compromise my independence or give up my dreams for a man.

As luck would have it, the worst job I've ever had is also the reason I'm in the right place at the right time to run into billionaire venture capitalist, Carson Myles. He takes one look at me and offers me a bunch of cash to be his fake girlfriend at an important business event that could make or break his career. No problem. This man is so hot that I'm willing to be his fake anything. The plan is simple—for one night, I stand by his side, smile, and project the vision of a doting long-term girlfriend so his bosses see him as a dependable man they're willing to take a bet on.

Years ago, Jarron Bydelay’s mercy allowed Notsah Mevoot to flee the House Bydelay and find her way to the Order of Solace. To prevent the need to take a queen he’s called for a Handmaiden—and she’s the one who arrives. Now called Redemption, the former thief remembers the man who is now king all too well, but Jarron does not recall her. With her former lover and head of the king’s guard pressuring her to convince Jarron to bend politically in a decision that will change the entire province, Redemption must discover which is more important—her duty as a Handmaiden?

Paige Nelson has an amazing new life in a new city with her own business and new friends, her abusive ex-husband firmly in her past. Plans to expand her business are running into a few roadblocks, but she doesn’t need a man to help her. She can do this on her own. From the minute he lays eyes on Paige, prominent developer Raff Lauden wants her. Intensely. Urgently. Though petite and delicate usually isn’t his type, he finds himself asking her out. Even more surprising? She says no.

There's a certain percentage of women who've never experienced the big O. I happen to be one of them. When I confide that in my two best friends, they decide I can't go a moment longer without experiencing it. Next thing I know, they've signed me up for a dating app that's sure to get me all my jollies and then some. I'm not so sure. With a bar to run, a venture-capitalist partner telling me how to run it, and a past that makes my present difficult day to day, adding any kind of relationship—temporary or not—to that is a complication I just don't need.