Beautiful, penniless American girl meets handsome, wealthy Scotsman. Sounds like the beginning of a fairy-tale romance? It's not. This story begins with a contract. And an exchange of money. A lot of money. An angel perches nervously on one shoulder. A devil lounges smugly on my other. And even that dark little bastard is leery of what I'm doing.  

For years Joanna’s been secretly in love with her best friend Trent. So when he invites her to Aspen for two weeks on an all-expenses-paid vacation, she hopes the naturally romantic backdrop of snow-capped mountains and logwood fires will lead something more. Little does Joanna know that Zack Weston - Trent’s friend who owns the chalet and is paying for the whole trip - has other ideas....

Following her turbulent divorce from her celebrity-chef ex-husband, Hannah Newsome is set on bringing about the change she knows her life needs. She’s a professionally trained chef in her own right, but the years she spent married have left her personal ambitions thrown to the wayside. When an opportunity to cook for an on-location camp of mountain loggers comes up, she can hardly find a reason not to take it. She knows that it may be a little below her skillset, but she also knows that this might just be the fresh start she’s been after. 

Everything is going great with my three suitors until Luke hooks me up with a flight attendant gig for a private airline. And although the money is very good, not everything is what it seems. Especially when we begin flying some awfully suspicious routes to Mexico… Can we figure out what’s happening on these private flights? Or will my curiosity send all four of us into a nosedive?

The first letter arrived the day my husband was buried. It was postmarked from the state penitentiary, and contained a single sentence: I’ll wait forever if I have to. It was signed by Dante, a man I didn’t know. Out of simple curiosity, I wrote back to ask him what exactly he was waiting for. His reply? You.

The day Keri Ann Williams graduated high school was the day she lit out of Raven’s Bend like the hounds of hell were on her heels. Fifteen years is a long time to be away from where you grew up, but in Keri’s case, it wasn’t long enough. Now, she must make the journey back to her hometown to deal with her father’s estate and put old ghosts to rest once and for all. Her plan of attack: Get in, get done, and get the hell out. It was a good plan until she ran into Jase Tyler and Courtland Shaw, the source of her teenage torment - only now, they were different.

As a high-end surrogate for a mystery client, Quinn's shocked to learn she's pregnant by one of three ripped, musclebound mercenaries. The down side? These ex-Special Forces just happen to be hunted by the shattered remnants of a dangerous Colombian cartel.

I’m not an easy guy to get along with. Or so I’ve been told. Thanks to my success, I need a new secretary. Or rather, I’m being forced to take on a new admin, and the conditions are clear - I’m not allowed to fire her for a year. So, I hire a single mom with a pretty smile. Everyone likes her. And then...she leaves. Quits without warning. Seems she has a secret. One an orphan like me can’t swallow without choking. My baby. Every good girl deserves a bad boy.

One wardrobe malfunction. Two people who don’t belong together. Three awful words: “Be my wife."

Liam Kincaid. Super grumpy. Super grouchy. Super tall, dark...hottie. Whose engagement I was responsible for breaking up. It was all a big mistake...honest. Only he doesn’t see it that way.

When I stepped into the courtroom this morning, I intended to fight for my client's life. I never expected to run for my own. Now the courthouse is in lockdown, and I'm trapped in a tiny room with my nemesis—the West Oaks PD cop who hates me most. He's a single dad with a growly attitude, an ex-Marine, and he's the star witness against my client. But it turns out Detective Sean Holt and I do have something in common. This threat against us is personal, and the maniac behind it wants us both dead.

For the last year, I’ve wanted someone I can’t have. The man my father built his latest multimillion-dollar business with. He’s nearly a decade older than I am, and he’s entirely forbidden. The fact that he’s never given me a second glance only makes me long for him more.

For my senior year of college, I’m renting a bedroom in a house with three other girls. So it’s a huge shock when I move in and discover...that my roommates are three swoony guys. As if that wasn’t bad enough: I almost hooked up with two of them last night.

I don’t date football players. I’m not interested in the ones who are a decade older than me. I want nothing to do with the ones who play on the same team as my brothers, and I certainly avoid the ones who spend more time in strip clubs than kids’ clubs. So why do I suddenly find myself faking a relationship with Ben Olson, the bad boy tight end who fits every descriptor on my naughty list?

Not only is my boyfriend dead, but he left me with a sizable loan in my name to a mafia boss. When Dimitri Federov, a handsome, loaded Russian playboy, appears on my doorstep, I panic. He wants money to repay the debt. Money I don't have. The prick offers me a solution—pay with my body. I turn him down flat, but the indecent proposal remains in my thoughts, forever reminding me of what could have been…