I wanted to fall for a man. Instead, I fell for a legend...Jax and Haley’s addictive, emotional rockstar romance trilogy is in one place for the first time! Immerse yourself in smoldering tension and enthralling romance that promise to leave you “dazed and a little crazed”. Jax and Haley’s all-consuming, smoldering, emotional, slow burn love story has sold more than 100,000 copies and “takes rock star romance to a whole new level”.

Desperate for work to avoid eviction from her Seattle apartment, photographer Chey Sinclair accepts a rare opportunity to travel abroad and photograph Latvala royalty. Encountering the royals for the first time, Chey experiences an instant attraction to Mattias, second in line to the throne. He's charming, confident - and taken. During a horseback ride to clear her head, Chey finds herself in a scuffle with Sander Fisk, head of security. Rugged, determined, and sharp tongued, Sander is infuriating as well as intriguing.

Abigail. I'm invisible on campus. A girl nobody would look at twice. Broke, but desperate to break out of my shell, I've agreed to take in a roommate. A girl named Casey. Except, turns out Casey isn't a girl at all. He's the hottest guy I've ever seen. Casey. At Gulf Coast University, there are winners and, well, everyone else. I'm a winner. Star quarterback. Ladies' man. I can have any girl I want. Almost any girl. My shy, nerdy roommate is not only not my type, but she's off limits as well. Sleeping with Abigail would screw up this whole living arrangement.

Travis King is the worst kind of a**hole. He taunts me for being a good girl and mocks my high standards. He's cruel, crass, and has enough confidence to last two lifetimes. And I hate him. He's always loved getting under my skin, and one night against my better judgment, I let him in my bed. I've succumbed to his manw**re ways, but that doesn't change a thing. Because the King is about to get played at his own game - and lose.

I didn’t believe my fractured heart and broken soul could endure any more pain. Until Jared rocks up to the art gallery where I work, with his fiancée in tow, and I’m drowning again. Seeing him brings everything to the surface, so I flee. Placing distance between us again, I’m determined to put him behind me once and for all. Then he reappears at my door, begging me for another chance. I know I should turn him away. Try telling that to my heart.

I never intended to fall in love. This girl had goals and guys were an unwelcome distraction. Until I met Garrick, my sophomore year of college, and he blasted through the walls I kept around my heart, tearing them down.

Josie and Frank Moore are happy...at least Josie thinks they are. As parents of two young girls in the Chicago suburbs, their days can be both busy and monotonous, and sometimes Josie wonders how she became a harried fortysomething mother rather than the driven career woman she once was. 

They call me the rocker’s princess, some even call me the dance prodigy, but none of them knows the real Mia Armstrong. Now that dancing is no longer my future, I don’t know either. All I want is the opportunity to find out, to have some time to try being just a little normal. I fought for the chance to go to college on my own. Without the guards overshadowing my shot at a real college experience. My goal was to get my degree and start my own dance school. Barrick wasn’t part of that goal, but suddenly, he was everywhere - and I was so damn tempted.

Quincy has baggage, and lots of it. After a tragic accident spins her world on its axis, she finds herself as a single mother, raising a newborn nephew she never knew she had. Between parenthood, her full-time job, and dealing with the suffocating grief of losing her sister, every day is a struggle. When they begin to cross paths unexpectedly and often, an unlikely friendship starts to evolve. Feelings change. Lines get crossed. What happens next surprises them both....

What's worse than having Rider Kingston, the star quarterback, give you the big brushoff because he doesn't want to get serious? You'd probably think living across the street from him where you get a firsthand view of his hookups, right? That's what I thought. Until someone drops off a baby with a note pinned to her blanket that says one of those jocks - either Rider or one of his roommates - is the father. The problem? Baby mama doesn't mention which of these numbskulls is the sperm donor. I wouldn't care about their paternity problems - except my brother lives there too.