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They say time heals all wounds. They lie. Especially my brother's best friend, Zack. Because my brother is dead, and that's a wound that will never heal. I'm dealing the best I can, numbing my pain with alcohol and sex of the random variety. Until Zack literally runs into me on Boathouse Row in Philadelphia and takes matters into his own hands. He intervenes in my life and offers a new coping strategy: himself.

I'm a 21-year-old virgin, and I'm enamored with Lorenzo Barca. He's an arrogant, unapologetic, sexy-as-sin, Italian race-car driver who always gets what he wants. And he wants me underneath him. Or, at the very least, in the passenger seat of his Maserati. Unrelenting, Lorenzo crushes my excuses to remain detached from everything he makes me feel. Instead, I fall in love - in a passionate, intense, bold kind of way. Lorenzo ruins it by discovering a secret that leads us down a dark, twisted, and dangerous path.

Sexy surfers. Epic parties. Wild nights. Welcome to my senior year of college. At least, this is what I imagine when I accept a semester-long medical internship in LA, California. But reality trumps imagination when I meet him. Cade Wilkins, Astor University football god and projected NFL draft pick. With thundercloud eyes, a teasing smirk, and a ripped body, Cade is my game changer. I fall for him faster than he can score a touchdown. Except our happily-ever-after is fumbled. One tackle ends him. One party destroys me. Broken promises. Ugly truths. Ruined futures.

There are three things you need to know about Anna. 1) She's a bounty hunter with adrenaline junkie habits, 2) She's the "awkward" twin, and 3) She's a thief - kind of. Darius designs security systems for Cipher Security, and the strange and remarkable woman he met the night the painting was stolen is as intriguing a mystery as his hunt for the thief is. But the lady has no filter, and she knows she can't lie to the man who looks like a Disney prince and kisses like fairytales are true.

Maggie Stevens is done feeling objectified. After spending her entire life in the spotlight and climbing the high fashion ranks as a model in LA, she's willing to leave it all behind for a fresh start. Moving to Seattle seems like the perfect solution. A clean slate. New adventures. Endless opportunities. All is going according to plan. Until she meets the drop-dead gorgeous cooking instructor who delights in adding to her misery.

I fell in love with him when I was 13 years old. He was older, mysterious, and unattainable. The guy I could never touch. Then one night changed everything for us. But there was one huge problem. He belonged to her.

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.

As a romance novelist, I'm facing my worst nightmare - writer's block. No matter what I write, I hit delete, knowing it's not worth publishing. The future of my career rests on the success of this new book. So, here I am, looking at Tumblr, desperate for inspiration, when I hear a thumping. Annoyed by the music blaring through the walls, I barge into the hall and bang on my neighbor's door. My very hot, very naughty neighbor, Jake Morreau.

A man, a former assassin, who is now in love, a man on his honeymoon, who vows to leave the killing behind him. That is, until someone sets their eyes on revenge and goes after his woman. Now someone is going to find out just what a Savage he really is.

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.

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.

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.

It's just a fling. Rock stars like Ian are known for breaking hearts. I'm not going to let him break mine. Ian Drake, one of the genius twin guitarists of Darkest Days, is known for his brilliant green eyes, his sly grins, and his mischievous flirting. I shouldn't take him seriously when he flirts with me. But there's something about the way he looks at me. Like I'm the only one who sees past his cheery facade. Like I'm the only one who really sees him. Ian says I'm special. He says I'm not like the others. He showers me with pretty words, just as he fills me with naughty desires.

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.