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A few months ago, we danced. We flirted. I've never wanted a woman more. But she was too young for me. Too unguarded. Wide-eyed college girls with curves for days don't end up with possessive bikers that have blood on their hands. Somehow, I found the strength to push her away. Now she's back, walking into my tattoo shop and asking another man to put his mark on her skin. Over my dead body. If she gets inked, it'll be by my hand or no one's. My bad boy biker rep might not match with her sunshine. But I know we belong together, so this time I'm not letting her go.

He's my brother's best friend. My childhood obsession. And now… my bodyguard. Zach Campbell is assigned to protect me from a stalker. He looks like he stepped off a movie set—smoldering eyes, chiseled jaw, and body made for sin. The kind of man who belongs on a magazine cover. Not in my...

He's a filthy, fierce cowboy. I'm his best friend's daughter. He says I'm off limits. But now I'm back in our small town, all grown up and aching for the one man I shouldn't want. My dad thinks throwing me into ranch work will scare me off for good. He's wrong. Because the more I'm around Dixon Chase, with his rough hands and dirty mouth, the more I want to stay. He says he can't touch me. That I deserve better. But once he gives in, there's no going back.

She's my best friend's little sister. A single mom who doesn't have time to waste on an older, wounded ex-mercenary. She's off-limits. And yet, I still moved to her hometown. I blame it on the job offer and the therapy I get at one of the top rehab centers for wounded heroes. The truth, though… I came to Whiskey Run because Abby Campbell and her daughter are here.

King is a determined billionaire… posing as a professional cuddler to get close to me. He's the type of man who always gets what he wants, and right now, he wants me—the socially awkward, plus-size model with intimacy issues. I've never had anyone hold me, hug me–or even love me–and my therapist thinks a professional cuddler will help break down the walls I've built to protect my heart. I'm skeptical at best… But King is so good at holding me together that the line between professional and personal quickly blurs, igniting a passion I'm not prepared for.

I'm in love with Lucas Blaze, the player grandson of the woman I take care of. I'm nothing like the women he dates, so the chances of him noticing me are slim to none. Until the day he asks me to marry him. Lucas is the youngest Blaze Brother. He works twenty-four seven, and his only use for women is to get his rocks off when he's taking a break from putting his family's liquor brand into every store in the country. I don't mingle in the same high-profile groups, and I sure as heck don't know the first thing about pleasing a man. But to make his Granny happy, Lucas is willing to marry me.

I once served with her older brother and when she ran into some trouble, she came looking for me. She shows up at the gate to the club begging for my help. Of course, I’m going to help her - I would never turn away a woman in trouble. But with her, its more. I’m going to claim her. Make her mine...and never let her go.

My one-night stand is back in town. I thought Elias was the one. After only one night in his arms, he captured my heart. Promises were made. But none were kept. Because my broody, military hero disappeared. Five years later, I've moved on. At least that's what I tell myself when Elias shows up again. He's not the same man. He's scared, withdrawn, and stalks me from afar. I want to hate him, But his effect on me is the same. I shouldn't want him. I definitely shouldn't give him a second chance. But these two pink lines prove I never stood a chance at resisting him.

A best friends to lover romance. Willow: I did it. I fell in love with my best friend. Should I mention he’s a player? So, I make a proposition - we be friends with benefits. Surely, it won’t backfire. Rider: I’m in a motorcycle club and my best friend is a girl. She wants to be friends with benefits. I want forever. Somehow, someway, I’m going to convince her how good love can be between friends.

She was never supposed to stay. Confident. Curvy. A city girl who belonged to a world I could never touch. But I married her anyway, thinking I could keep her at arm's length and still call her mine. I never let her all the way in. Never let her see how deep she got under my skin. And now she's done pretending that's enough. When she hands me divorce papers, I expect her to run back to her perfect, polished life. But she doesn't. She gets a job slinging coffee in town like she's not tearing my whole damn world apart. So I give her an ultimatum—thirty days in my bed, living like we used to.

I just got home from serving in the military and I'm learning how to live as a civilian when I meet her. Elle is my younger brother's assistant, but the minute I see her, I want to know everything about her. Elle is hiding secrets. I'm hellbent on uncovering every one. Especially peeling away the layers of her frumpy clothes to reveal the curvy body that plagues my every thought.

I’m a tattoo artist. I look at bodies every day. But there is something about Lexi that just does it for me. She’s perfect for me. Plump, primed, and innocent. Lexi just cancelled her wedding when she found out her fiancé is cheating on her, and he thinks she is too big. Obviously, this is my lucky day. I found heaven in the arms of Lexi, and I don’t plan on letting her go. As a matter of fact, I’m making it my own personal mission to make her bigger (with my baby in her belly). When her ex-fiancé shows up wanting her back, I protect what’s mine.

Lilian always had a no-dating rule. For the last twelve years, she's been the guardian of her younger sister. She did the whole PTO, soccer mom thing. But now that her sister's a college graduate and married, Lilian is taking her life back . . . and looking for a good time. I respected her "no dating" rule even though I've wanted her since the day she started working for me. Two years later and my thirst for her has only intensified. Lily might think all she wants is a one-night-stand, but I'm determined to make her mine.

Love Letters is a romance story featuring an alpha man and a curvy woman. I fell in love with her cupcakes...and then with her. But I screwed up. I didn't tell her I was leaving the next day. Now, I have to find a way to her heart, with love letters.

Brick: She saved me in a bar fight. Yep, that’s right. I’m a bad a** biker and a little, bitty woman saved me. When I finally got out of there, I took her with me...even though she didn’t want to go. Now, I have to find a way to keep her.

I’m a survivor. I finally got myself and my son away from my abusive ex, and I’m standing on my own two feet. The very last thing I want is another arrogant, controlling man. I don’t care how sexy the grumpy hot cowboy is. When I first meet King, I try to thank him for the ranching camp scholarship my son was awarded, but before I can get the words out, he offers me a roll in the hay. Even though I’m a little tempted, I walk away and pull my son from the camp. We do not have room in our lives for a man like that.

Smoky: I’m a player, and it’s getting old. I’m no longer even tempted by the women at my club. That is, until Harper walks in. Then, I’m thinking about making her my wife. Harper: I just need a job. I don’t need the drama of coming between a man and his girlfriend. I want to save my house and hopefully keep the lights on. However, once Smoky sets his sights on me, he makes my heart race and body tremble.

We made the plans...I was retiring from the army and we bought a house and a business. And then the unthinkable happened and I couldn’t do it. What kind of man - what kind of husband or father - would I be if I walked away from my country when it needed me most. So I stayed - but I hurt the love of my life in the process.

Ever since a traumatic brain injury changed his life, Colter James has kept to himself. He doesn't do small talk. Doesn't do crowds. And certainly doesn't do women. When my sleazy ex starts causing trouble, Colter shows up like a storm—dark, dangerous, and hell-bent on protecting me even if it means breaking all of his rules. Now he's stepping into my world—one quiet gesture, one lingering glance at a time.

I'm completely in love with my husband. And he takes care of my needs . . . as long as they're financial or physical. Anything more is too much to ask. I know that while I might have his name, I don't have his heart. It's almost like he keeps me in a very specific box: WIFE. He only opens that box when we're home alone, anything else would make me too much a part of his life. Even though I love him, I can't live like this anymore. I don't want to, but I ask him for a divorce.