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Asher’s dream job: Interior design: check. His dream boyfriend, Park Bo Gum: not check (sadly). Straight as a board, childhood bff Zar: check. Zar becoming his boyfriend: che—wait, what?!

I was a goner as girl to a man they called Casanova for a reason. He would never love me, at least not the way I needed him to. I tried to move on. But I couldn’t turn my back on him or The Fallen MC. So when they needed me most, I offered the only thing of value I could use to help them. My body. And when helping them meant putting my life on the line, Nova had to decide just how much he was willing to do to get me out alive.

He was a vision of power and privilege. Ruthless arrogance personified. A total stranger and an irresistible challenge. I approached him in a busy casino and felt the sting of his brutal rejection. Then I did something incredibly brazen. Impulsive. Reckless. I stole from him. The object was inconsequential, only worth a handful of dollars. I didn’t do it for the money; it was about making a statement. I went back home thousands of miles away without giving him a second thought until I spotted those quicksilver eyes glaring at me across a busy nightclub.

I spent twelve long years in a Siberian prison. Since my release, nothing's held my interest. Nothing except her. Week after week, I watch her band perform. I can't get her out of my mind. When my past catches up to me, she becomes a target. The only way to save her is to lock her away. Hold her prisoner until things blow over. She’ll never forgive me now, but I can’t explain. I can’t talk.

Dane Golden - best friend. Temptation in football cleats. Roommate? I’m screwed. His followers don’t call him Pretty Boy D for nothing. The guy is, literally, God’s gift to women. I should know. I’ve watched chicks throw themselves at him since puberty. Sharing his loft should be simple. Easy. But shortly after I settle in, we realize being "just friends" was so much easier when we weren’t sleeping under the same roof. Seven years of thinking we had this down to a science goes out the window the night Dane sees my “Never Have I Ever” list.

Summoned to the Gulf Coast of Louisiana, Rhys of Glast, Irin archivist and scribe of Istanbul, must convince a legendary Irina singer to trust him. His success could shift the balance of power all over the Irin world and give singers an important key to their past. Meera didn't call for Rhys's help, and she doesn't need it. The scribe's mission is to bring more martial magic into the Irin world, while Meera has been looking for a path toward peace. She's convinced that some other motive is at work, and his stubborn arrogance doesn't pass for charm in her hallowed opinion.

I know her as the unconscious girl I found bleeding out on the locker room floor. I got her help. I saved her life. The next time I see her, she makes it clear she wants nothing to do with me. Too bad. I didn't go through the trouble of saving her life just for her to throw it away again. She doesn't know it yet but I'm about to be her new best friend.

Romeo earned his road name honestly. He loves the ladies. Not one in particular. All of them. But when he’s finished with them, they don’t love him back. Simply put, he’s a dog. Of the two-legged variety, not four. He’s charming when he wants to be. He also has no problem dealing with threats. Right now there’s only one threat to his lifestyle.

I choose Killian O’Malley out of desperation. My papà gives me an ultimatum with one other option. I’ll do anything not to marry the Italian mafia boss who lives in Italy and is twice my age. So I become Killian’s debt repayment. When I’m forced to pick, I don’t know he’s a boxer, a decade older than me, or that he has a body better than Zeus.

He's the troublemaking, foul-mouthed hockey goalie who always gets what he wants. She's the shy, anxiety-filled dog lover who just so happens to be the key to him playing this season. Add in striking a win-win deal that includes a fake relationship and these two college students have one complicated year ahead of them.

Andrew was raised Catholic and was told his homosexuality was a sin. For his entire life, he hid the truth. He married and had children to present a facade to the world that of a straight man. It's not until he has an affair with Paul, who shows him a different side of Jesus, that Andrew realizes he can be gay and still believe in God. Paul's Jesus is one of acceptance and love, and in Paul's church, being gay is not a problem.

Lovers Rock stars Jamaica: its language, its landscape, its vibe, its humor, its edge and its persistent, dogged beauty. These seven stories imagine strange, quirky, familiar and delicious encounters between people in search of romantic love in the twenty-first century. Featuring characters from of all walks of life, each story is connected by the unique vibe of Jamaican desire.

My line of work lands me in bed with criminals more often than I’d like. When an Italian mobster hires me to investigate a murder, it leads me to him. Yuri Lenkov, rumored assassin for the Bratva. The moment we meet, I know he’s dangerous. Not to mention, the man is arrogant as hell. He agrees to answer my questions, if I go to dinner with him. How hard can that be? Much harder than I anticipated.

In my defense, my new migraine meds had packed quite the drowsy punch that morning. One minute I was trimming his GQ-worthy locks and the next, I'd given him a side shave that would make a Marine jealous. Fast forward through a ticked-off Dev Menon storming out of my salon, threatening legal action, and I'm thinking the day couldn't get worse. Except it does...

They said I deserved the monster’s wrath…and they were right. I’m the traitor and the villain in my own story. When I walked away from the Armanelli Family, I broke the oath that bound me to them. By blood, I now belong to the enemy. I'll inherit billions and solidify alliances where no one else can. By love, I still belong to Rome: the underboss of the Italian mob. Every time I see him, he glares at me with indecisiveness, like he wants to stand beside me but also rip me apart. The twisted part of me yearns for him to do both.

Julie meets Mitch, a sexy, passionate, and caring man, at her mother's engagement party, and sparks fly. She is shocked and devastated when she soon learns that Mitch is going to be her stepbrother. Still, the sexual tension between Julie and Mitch only seems to grow stronger even though they know it's wrong. Will Julie and Mitch be able to control themselves, or will they give into their desires and have to face the consequences?

Since aging out of the foster-care system and becoming a nurse, all I dreamed of was marrying a nice doctor and moving to a yellow two-story house in the suburbs. So how did a dangerous biker-gang criminal end up handcuffed to my bed? And why did I agree to let that animal teach me how to...ahem...do things? Wicked things. In the very same bed he’s been handcuffed to in order to keep me safe? Long story. And it didn’t end well. Now it’s time to marry my doctor fiancé and make all my former foster kid dreams come true.

Raphael Santos. A criminal. The devil. The man was definitely suave and charismatic. The way he looked at me made me shiver, but his eyes rattled something deep inside me. I hated him with every fiber of my being. His family destroyed mine. His father started a chain reaction that could never be undone. The Santos family ruled the underworld of Florida. They were powerful, vicious, and ruthless. Mine had once ruled D.C. He may have secrets, but I have secrets of my own. An innocent boy who I’ll protect with my dying breath. My son.

Strong-willed and proudly single, an engineer walks out when her parents set her up with a lawyer -- but when work brings them together again, she just might give love a second chance. Liya Thakkar is a successful biochemical engineer, takeout enthusiast, and happily single woman. The moment she...

One drunken night lands me in bed with Enzo d’Angelo. A stunning man who gives me the best night of my life. I don’t expect to see him again, it was a one-night thing. Little did I know that he is my new boss and a mob boss. His assistant dealt with the hiring. Now, my job is to be his personal housekeeper. I try to quit, but the contract is binding. Enzo won’t let me go no matter how much I beg. Refusing a mafia boss would be dangerous. Until he tells me he wants me to do things outside of my job description.