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The first time I laid eyes on the delicious mountain of a man, Lachlan “Lock” Kelly, he walked out of the room without giving me a single glance. It’s my junior year at Savage U and life is grand. Except for the fact that Lachlan Kelly lives right next door, he acts like he doesn’t know my name, and he barely acknowledges my existence. I don’t get it. How can he so easily look away from me when he’s all I see?

Ihr ganzes Leben wurde Fei auf ein einziges Ziel vorbereitet: Siwang, den Kronprinzen des mächtigsten Reiches der Welt, zu heiraten. Prinz Siwang ist seit Kindheitstagen Feis bester Freund und würde alles für sie tun, doch Fei will nur eins: frei sein. Als sie die Chance bekommt, aus dem Palast zu fliehen, trifft sie ausgerechnet auf Yexue, den geheimnisvollen Prinzen des verfeindeten Königreiches. Mit seiner gefährlichen Magie der Nacht könnte er der Schlüssel zu Feis Freiheit sein – und vielleicht noch viel mehr.

I'm confident. A little grumpy. I'm never afraid to speak my mind. I've got curves for days, and hair the color of a summer sky. All that tends to leave an impression. So when he shows up two years after ghosting me, acting like we've never met, I'm more thrown than I care to admit.

Deacon Slater was my high school crush—the bad boy with haunted eyes that made my heart skip a beat. But in our small town, the Slater name is synonymous with trouble, and Deke lived up to it when he landed in prison a few years after graduation.

My new boss is: A former rock star turned grumpy mechanic, a single dad, and my teenage crush. It was supposed to be a one-week job. Nannying Diego Garza's adorable four-year-old son should've been easy. But things get complicated when Diego catches me doing something I shouldn't. When he confronts me, I do the only thing I can think of: get down on my knees. To my surprise, he doesn't get angry. Instead, Diego Garza calls me a good girl.

I know three things about my neighbor, Adam. One: He likes to play his guitar on his balcony, often in his underwear. Two: He enthusiastically embraces the rock star lifestyle. Three: He must never, ever exist outside of the Friend Zone. The problem with number three is that over the last year, he’s become my everything. Adam’s the best friend I’ve ever had. The one who pushes me to follow dreams I’d written off as impossible. We have strict lines that we don’t cross. Even when we blur them on occasion by playing you can look but you can’t touch, the lines are always there.

When I wrote to Callum Rose five years ago, I never expected a response. He was an up-and-coming rock star, after all, and I was just a shy seventeen-year-old. He did write back, though, and through hundreds of emails, we became best friends. Until the day we unknowingly broke each other’s hearts. It’s been three years since our last email. I’m all grown up with a new job at Good Music and finally have my act together. But then Callum Rose walks in the door, and I’m instantly thrown back to the days when he meant everything to me.

It was supposed to go like this: meet-cute at the dog park, have a hot and sexy hookup, and never see each other again. Things didn’t go quite like I was hoping. I met the fine Irishman in the park, but the rest of my plan was upended by an extremely inconvenient break-in. My record label isn’t thrilled that the lead singer of their biggest new band might have a crazed fan or angry ex out for revenge, so they hire a bodyguard to protect me. That sexy Irishman from the dog park? His name is Ronan Walsh, and he’s now my big, bossy bodyguard.

Seraphina…that’s a big name. The first time I laid eyes on Julien Umbra, he made me cry. That makes him sound mean, but grumpy would be more of an apt description. Besides, I always cry when I’m drunk. Hate is a strong, strong word. I’m back for another semester at Savage U, nursing a bruised heart and shattered ego. That’s what happens when your ex cheats and everyone knows. Worse than that, the girl my ex told me not to worry about and then banged is vying for the one thing I want: drum captain of the marching band.

I’m the smart girl with my nose constantly in a book. The one with the level head who never breaks the rules…until I do. And wouldn’t you know, the one person who knows about my case of temporary rebellion is the last one I’d ever want to find out.

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The first time I laid eyes on Amir Vasquez, he held me hostage in my dorm. I swore to myself my second year at Savage U would be different from the last. No more hiding from things that go bump in the night. I’m dating now. Making friends. Living my life. But then someone starts leaving me notes and whispering my name in the dark, scaring me right back into my shell.

I was perfectly fine hanging in the shadows, but my choice to remain anonymous is taken from me. I’m thrust into the spotlight. His spotlight. Asher Beck is a golden god at Savage River High. Football star, whip-smart, and popular, we don’t belong in the same hemisphere, let alone circle. But underneath that perfection is a darkness he only reveals to me. I have no idea what I did to capture Asher’s attention, but he is relentless in his pursuit. The problem is, I can’t tell if he’s trying to break me or own me...and I don’t know which I want more.

The first time I laid eyes on Theo Whitlock, I chased him and his frat boy friends with a bat. I’m no white knight. I’m broke. He’s rich. I destroyed his car. He chooses not to rat me out. I was never supposed to go to college, but especially not one like Savage U, where only the wealthiest need apply. One might call this a lucky break, only I don’t feel so lucky with a drug dealer breathing down my neck, and a gangster threatening to burn my house down.

My life’s a mess. Record sales are plummeting and my inspiration has flown the coop. I’d do anything to climb back to the top of the rock music charts, even temporarily relocating to a small town to clear my head. What I didn’t count on is the pretty paramedic named Kat next door who takes an instant dislike to me. Nor did I ever think I’d enjoy hanging out with her quirky, 12-year-old daughter and a dog who doesn’t believe the rules apply to him.

My proper Southern belle mama might disagree, but I say I was born to be a rebel. From the second I got my hands on a pair of drumsticks, my future was sealed. I never fit in anyway, not with my rocker soul and curves that never take a day off. But what’s a drummer without a band? Oh, that’s right. A cocktail waitress. That is, until the chance of a lifetime falls into my lap - Unrequited needs a drummer, and I happen to have an "in" with the band.

David Wiesel lives for making music, partying, and women. He has a wicked sense of humor and a body made for sinning. He's the kind of guy every mama warns her daughter about. Sylvia Price lives for her daughter, theater, and teaching. She is living the responsible life and has left her wild ways in the past. She's the kind of woman every mama wants her son to marry - not that she's looking for that. One drunken night when they were teenagers left them irrevocably bound. Fifteen years later, an accident brings them back together.

Nick Fletcher has the voice of a god and a tongue as sharp as a knife. His words can cut, and this time, his quick temper has earned him an intruder in his life and on his tour. Dalia Brenner looks like a grown-up Annie gone bad, but he wants nothing to do with her pin-up-worthy curves and smart mouth. His method of dealing is to keep his head down, get through the tour, and then he'll never have to see her again.

I wanted one thing just for me: a hot night with an anonymous masked man. And oh, did I get it. A shy, reserved woman like me, wearing a gold mask and spending the night with a stranger from a fantasy fulfillment app? Yep, I did that. And it was the perfect escape from the pressure of trying to save my failing company. Then, Roman Wells—ex-rugby star and new investor in my struggling business—walks into my office. Everyone else loves him: his easy laugh, rugged good looks, and confident charm, but I can barely meet his eyes without turning into a blushing mess.

I’ve spent the better part of the last few years successfully avoiding my brother’s best friend, Weston Aldrich. As CEO of Andes Inc, the infuriatingly handsome and incessantly grumpy Weston also happens to be my new boss. It shouldn’t have been hard to continue avoiding him. After all, he’s on the executive floor, and I’m one of many copywriters. Weston has his own ideas about how things should go between us. He’s in my emails, leaving notes on my desk, and as if that’s not enough, he arranges for me to accompany him on a business trip.