E.M. Lindsey

"Quick question: do you think a judge would let me off for murder if I tell him that it was the health inspector who has a vendetta against me?" It's a question Lucas never thought he'd have to ask when he became the owner of a food truck. And that pisses him off more considering he has enough...

Rome and Dex's happily ever after is next.

There he was… Shirtless. Wearing glasses. Chopping wood like some kind of fantasy lumberjack. And Emil was officially helpless.

When portals from another world split open the sky, humanity braces for war… only to discover the monsters from Erethar aren’t here to conquer. They need something from humans. Something oddly specific in order to survive.

Accepting my career in the Army is over after losing my leg is hard. But the obnoxious, good looking, glass-half-full surfer in my physical therapy sessions is worse.

"Oh my God, Briar! Where did you get that prosthetic leg?" Things as a parent Lane thought he'd never say for four hundred, Alex. But that's par for the course in Lane Ashbury's life considering everything is on the verge of falling apart.

One mistake: Victor got into the wrong car. One decision: Oliver didn't kick him out. One lie: neither of them knows who the other person is—at least, not until it's too late to turn back.

When Ridge was the new guy in town, he didn't mind being the single one. After all, he's had his job and raising his daughter to distract him. But now that three years have gone by, he's starting to wonder if maybe something's wrong with him.

Whoever convinced me to join the gym needs to be hung, drawn, and quartered. Or, at the very least, suffer with a pillow hot on both sides every night, because this? This is terrible.

Playing house-husband to my best friend isn't weird, right? Even though I'm head over heels in love with him, and he doesn't have feelings for me?

Sometimes the one-night stand you meet at a bar on the outskirts of town shows up at your house a month later to reveal he's the one man you were never supposed to touch. My friends are all I have, so I'd rather lose my other leg than do anything to hurt them. But how was I supposed to know the...

Frey's a single dad, a nurse, and ready to wage a one-sided prank war against the arrogant surgeon with the sexy accent he keeps getting paired up with.

I have rules. Very important rules. No real names, no strings, no seeing each other again. It's always worked out well for me, and it's the only thing that keeps me focused as I try to climb my way into professional hockey after nearly torching my career.

Whoever convinced me that quitting my job as an interpreter to take over my dead aunt’s farm should be covered in honey and left for the ants. Oh wait…that was me. I was burnt out and ready for a change, but I didn’t expect what came with it. An orchard full of fruit I’m allergic to.

Sometimes what happens in Vegas shows up at your door two weeks later to tell you that he's the guy you married while you were blackout drunk.

After my brothers-in-arms have all moved out, I’m suffering from a kind of empty nest syndrome. The only one left is Forest, Creek’s little brother. Except he’s not that little. He’s seriously hot and sassy, and the way I dream about him is anything but brotherly.

Bronx doesn't mind being used as a pawn in the hot lawyer's plan to piss off his father. After all, he probably would have done the same thing if his dad had introduced him to a new step-mom who was barely six months older than him.

Losing my hearing has far more consequences than I expected. The physical part is frustrating and annoying, but the emotional part is so much harder. I don’t belong anywhere anymore, always an outsider. And now there’s Dayton, the older, sexy firefighter who keeps popping up everywhere I go.

NHL veteran Quinn Rhodes was supposed to be a one-time thing: just a hookup. Then, three weeks later, an accident threatens to destroy my debut NHL career before it begins. And if almost losing my spot on my team wasn't bad enough, I walk into my PT's office and find him assigned to my recovery.

After my medical discharge from the Army due to a brain injury, I’ve had to reinvent myself. Not easy when I can’t even remember what I ate for breakfast. Or the hot, older guy I went home with. Oops.