When Jodi returned to Burlington after a nasty divorce, she never expected to bump into her old friend Paxton or find him married to a great guy. Could the space to sculpt Paxton and Nicholas offered in their too-big, too-expensive vintage Victorian home really be the perfect solution for everyone?

Meg Sanders enjoyed her wild night with a prince and his bodyguard—but now she’s moving on. She has enough problems without borrowing the kind of trouble that Theo brings just by being who he is. But no matter how determined she is to leave that night as a fond memory, she hasn’t seen the last of Theo and Galen.

Jenna's a strong Montana girl who takes what she wants, and what she wants is one last "bonus night" with her favorite ex-boyfriend. That is, until Tyler's two sizzling best friends show up out of the blue, to potentially spoil the fun. Only the fun's not spoiled. In fact, it's even multiplied during a sweat-soaked roll in the pillows and blankets before the coziest fire on the coldest of all winter nights. Tyler's not only there to help out a girl in need, he's even willing to share her—in every possible way—with men so hot, so incredibly gorgeous, there's no way she can resist any of them.

The Shields security team accepts missions in the grey area of both law and morality that no one else wants or can handle. They’re a ragtag bunch of special ops soldiers, ex-government agents, and hackers wrangled by a former construction worker who aspired to be a superhero’s sidekick when he grew up. What could go wrong when they turn their sights on a human trafficking ring that might have been the reason their coordinator’s sister disappeared nearly thirty years ago?

I’m damaged. They’re damaged too. The last thing we need…is each other. I’m done with dominants. Been there, had one, have the scars to prove it. I'm all about work now, about growing my private investigator business. I have no time for anything else. Then a mysterious client hires me to investigate a case of blackmail at Club Menage, and he assigns me a pair of guards. Two men who knew me at my worst: Adrian Lockhart and Brody Payne.