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Being a football player and legal guardian to his four younger sisters means his playbook is full. However, one of them just landed in the hospital, which gives his brother the shot he needs to challenge Logan for custody. Legal counsel says there's only one thing Logan can do - find himself a wife.  

After my husband died eight years ago, I made vengeance my only purpose, my religion, my destiny. But to get to my enemy, I had to make myself like him. He had a kingdom of secrets? Then I would make an empire. He had blood on his hands? Then I would bathe in it.

For 18 years I've suffered at the hands of the Hunters. They've done their best to break me, to tear me open and unleash the terrifying monster that lives within. Until the day they go too far. When a desperate escape leads to another brush with death, I'm forced to place my trust in the hands of four formidable strangers. Wild and untamed, their feral natures call to me, their warrior hearts make mine come alive. And when they offer me a place to stay while I heal, I can't say no. But the secrets I carry are deadly, and my past is a twisted, evil nightmare better left forgotten.

Tristan James Xavier Bettencourt IV. The prodigal son of a banking dynasty. And my new boss. With his silver tongue and dirty mouth, he's everything I've ever wanted. And the one man I'll never have. Some rules are as old as time. Girls like me don't ride off into the sunset with men like him.

On the ice, I’m Kace Elliott—starting goalie for the Pittsburgh Titans, fighting to prove myself in the playoffs. Off it, I’m William—a scientific researcher, quietly holding on to the academic world I’ll return to when hockey is over. Both versions are real, they just aren’t meant to overlap. Until Dr. Laurel Kent. Laurel is brilliant, principled, and deeply rooted in a world where transparency matters. She knows me online as William, her intellectual equal, the man who shares her passion for data, late-night collaboration, and easy, unexpected chemistry.

Waking up in a gorgeous man’s lap definitely wasn’t on this year’s bingo card, that’s for sure. Flying halfway across the country, exhausted and on an empty stomach, is a lot. Having to do all that while realizing I’ll be away from my little girl while she’s at her dad’s is an even worse feeling. Enter Dylan. The irresistibly gorgeous man whose lap I collapsed in on my flight home. He is handsome, charming, and manages to sweet-talk me right into bed with his beautiful smile and twinkling hazel eyes. This is sooo unlike me, but I couldn’t help myself.

What if no one really sees you? What if you don’t want them to? Ryder Jones typically spends her days and nights busting down doors to rescue innocent victims from a dangerous world most can't fathom. But when an injury puts her out of commission, her boss gives her a new and anxiety-provoking...

The first time I meet the devil, he knows my name. The second time I meet him, the truth becomes clear: Mark Trevena is to be my husband. No matter that we don't know each other. No matter that he's older than me; shameless and sinful; the owner of a secret club where the powerful come to play. My father has spoken, and I'll be the devil's bride the minute I graduate from college. Except my future husband has one condition for this arranged marriage: We have to pretend it’s real.

It was supposed to be the perfect summer job. Housesitting in the Hamptons. And then he showed up. Lance Welles. Moody. Broody. Wealthy. Sexy. And cocky. So damn cocky. He'll let me stay for the summer. But only if I pretend to be his girlfriend. I agree. Why wouldn't I? It's not like I'll fall in love. The first time I saw Vivienne Radcliffe, she was in a fire-engine-red bikini. Setting fire to my house. Well, not exactly my house. The garden of my Hamptons estate. She says the house is hers for the summer. But it isn't long before I realize . . . I want Vivienne to be mine forever.

Nash: In business, I'm ruthless. The Black Knight of Wall Street. And in the ring, I'm downright vicious. I don't rescue damsels in distress. Nixie is on the run from her past. She's a distraction I don't need, a complication I don't want. But when she needs a husband to claim her inheritance, I'm only too willing to play the part. Nixie: Nash is my fiance, but he isn't mine. Our vow to love, honor, and cherish each other, till death do us part, is a promise we have no intention of keeping. Our union is a solution to my problems. The ultimate marriage of convenience.

Vance Hale has everything. A ridiculous amount of money, an Ivy-league education, and a 1,000-watt smile that can charm the designer dress right off a girl. He’s also going to have a future that includes me—whether he wants it or not. I don’t care that he’s trying to reform his playboy ways, or that he made a bet to go 90 days without the touch of a woman. I’ve spent the last decade planning my revenge and I need a partner in crime. This gorgeous, cunning man should do fine.

Every time I close my eyes, I see those who are about to die, and I’m unable to do anything to stop it. Until one day, when I try to save yet another victim, something inside of me just…flips. The shadows rise, and they’re hungry. All I ever wanted was to be normal. Instead, I found out just how different I am. I must learn to control my powers in order to take charge of my life. Because if not? Well, there are angels out there hunting me.

What's more important—revenge . . . or the child you never knew you had? Jolie Chapman was my first love. Now she's my most bitter enemy. Screw me once, shame on you. Screw me twice . . . who am I kidding—I don't believe in second chances anymore. Tripp Montgomery was my first love. I gave him my innocence. Then he broke my heart. And I committed the ultimate betrayal. These Manhattan royals are out for revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge. But there's something they want more. Their daughter.

Yesterday, I was a wannabe journalist with two simple goals: expose the seedy underbelly of New Orleans’ vampire scene, and maybe, just maybe, become hella famous. But fate had other plans. Now, thanks to an unfortunate back-alley encounter, I’m the newest member of the undead country club—fangs, coffin, and all. And who, might you ask, is the man responsible for saving my life? Freaking Dracula.

A chance encounter with a masked stranger at a charity ball led to an incredible kiss and a night of hot sex. The kiss was my goal for that night, a baby step forward after my husband’s death a year ago. The hot sex? Not so much. You know what else hadn’t been my goal? To be knocked up by a man whose identity is a mystery to me.

She’s pregnant with another man’s baby. He’s now the father to his little niece. A sexy rom com with all the feels! My software company has been my number one, two, and three priorities. But that all changes when I suddenly become the guardian of my three-year-old niece. Now my world has turned topsy-turvy with princesses and little-girl tea parties. When Hannah Morrell needs a place to stay after the pipes in her apartment burst, I invite her to move in with my niece and me. Hannah is a pediatric nurse, and given my situation, who could ask for a better roommate. Sounds easy.

Kissing-under-the-mistletoe rule number one: Never kiss your ex-fiancée. Oops. My plans for the Christmas break include: drive to Lake Tahoe, learn to ski, enjoy hot, earth-shattering sex (and end my sex drought), and meet my "forever love" under the mistletoe. Right. The last one was my friend’s prediction, but you never know. What I don’t count on is a flat tire, a major blizzard, and for Liam Quade, my ex-fiancé and the man who broke my heart 10 years ago, to come to my rescue.

Fake boyfriend rule number one: Never fall for your fake girlfriend. Oops. I run Aphrodite’s Boutique, a store that specializes in all things love-related. A store that I adore with all my heart, and which is at risk of being shut down and replaced with a condo development. To save it, all I have to do is pretend to be Travis Hamilton’s girlfriend. Sounds simple enough. Right?

One-night stand rule number one: Always check the condom’s expiry date.

Best friend rule number one: Never want the guy’s sister. Oops.