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Jude Kensington is the playboy of Pembroke Hills Country Club and the last person I expected to be living with this summer. Charming flirt. Billionaire bachelor. And my friend who once kissed me during a night neither of us can remember—or forget. But before things could get complicated, a surprise showed up on his doorstep. A baby. His baby.

In New Orleans, I'm known as the fun and laid-back LeBlanc brother. The Rebel CEO. I’m successful and determined, but I don't play by the rules. Heck, I don't even have rules except one. I never ever get involved with my assistants. After a very bad experience years ago, I know better than to mix business and pleasure. I've had no problems sticking to my rule until I hired Daisy. When I first meet her, I have no idea she’s my new temp assistant. I just set eyes on this gorgeous woman at my favorite coffee shop and do what I do best: flirt with her like there's no tomorrow.

I’m a single dad and starting pitcher for Chicago’s MLB team. I’m stretched too thin, but I don’t want help raising my son. Each of his previous nannies only lasted a few weeks before I let them go. Now, my coach is putting his foot down by hiring the one person I can’t fire—his daughter. Miller Montgomery is the last woman I should fall for. Too wild, too young, and too unattached. Chicago is just a quick stop for her. I thought I’d be counting down the days until she left, but summer feels too short when I start thinking about forever.

When I was eleven, my family moved next door to his. When I was thirteen, he was my first crush. When I was sixteen, we fell for each other. And when I was nineteen, we broke each other's hearts. Six years later, I've landed an internship with a big-name interior designer in a new city. Unfortunately, that city just so happens to be the one he plays hockey for. I thought Chicago was big enough to avoid him, until I get the surprise of a lifetime and unknowingly move in right next door.

Four steamy hockey romance novels in one addictive box set: the Kings of the Ice series delivers forced proximity, forbidden temptation, fake relationships, and heroes who fall hard—and fast.

Amira has never been more than a pawn in her powerful father's games, but a chance to escape her life of lonely monotony arises when the king invites all nobles of marrying age to find their perfect match. Now, she must play a new kind of game. Forced into the political machinations of the ruling class, Amira learns that darkness lurks behind gowns and lavish parties.

I met the love of my life at ten years old. At sixteen, I gave him my heart. Three years later he was drafted to the NHL and moved across the country. Five years after, he’s back. And he’s meeting his daughter for the first time. I still hate him. Even if my heart says that’s a lie.

They promised me everything. But when the tides turned and my true self surfaced, their promises washed away with the receding waves. I forced them to realize their mistake and made them see the truth, even if it meant drowning in my own heartache. Now, they're sorry, begging for forgiveness. But I'm done with empty words and broken promises. I would have been happy to leave and never look back, but a rip current keeps pulling me toward them, to face the hurt.

People call me weird, crazy even, but I only want to help the souls who are trapped in between and the loved ones they leave behind. Until my good intentions get me locked away and leave me broken and traumatized. So much so that I swear to never talk to a spirit again. A road trip through the country—driving away from a home that has nothing left for me—and a night spent in the arms of tequila, help me find myself in the embrace of a strong and handsome fisherman with ocean blue eyes.

All I wanted was a tiny interview to secure my podcast syndication deal. What I didn’t expect? That my big break would hinge on Hunter Reed—the NHL’s newest golden boy, full-time playboy, and the guy who mistook me for a puck bunny at Oakley’s bar. Hunter Reed is six-foot-two of attitude, muscle, and maddening charm. He’s the kind of clickbait fans obsess over and network execs would kill for—and exactly the kind of man I swore I’d never chase. Especially not after our less-than-stellar first encounter... and second... and third.

The world loves Maverick Houston. Me? I’ve hated him since we were ten. It’s not exactly easy to escape your childhood nemesis when your parents are best friends who live on the same block. Through countless vacations, parties and holidays, Maverick and I have spent the past decade trading insults. Until that family dinner when his mother tells us she’s dying. When she asks us to forget the past and start fresh. That’s how I found myself on a date with the Treasure State Wildcats football star. The campus playboy.

He wants me to stay out of his way. I want to get under his skin. One look at single dad Callum Blackwood, and I know I messed up. I never meant to save a farm—or steal it from under the grumpy innkeeper who had already claimed it as his future. Now I’m the woman who swooped in on a whim and left him seething. Trouble is, I have no idea what I’m doing. Every smirk, every biting comment, is a reminder that he’s waiting for me to fail. But I don’t back down from a fight—even when the fight comes with a jawline that should be illegal and a scowl that sets my pulse racing.

Book 2 in the Cherry Peak series. Tropes include: billionaire romance, small town romance, city boy/country girl, friends with benefits.

Four college football romance novels in one epic box set: The Red Zone Rivals series is spicy, fun, and addictive.

Nothing says welcome home like an irresistibly hot cowboy inviting himself into your shower. I should have kicked him out the second he barged in. He's my brother's best friend, and we're living on a ranch in the same bunkhouse for the next three weeks. It's a disaster waiting to happen.

I fell for that dimpled smirk, cowboy hat, and magnetic charm. Too bad he saw me as nothing more than a pawn in his scheme. That alone should have stopped me from asking him to be my fake boyfriend a few weeks later. In my defense, I was out of options after a major screw-up that almost cost me my job. My lack of self-preservation skills didn't do much to deter me from the idea either. I may be a walking disaster. But everyone in Westridge knows Warren as the town golden boy who can do no wrong, making him the perfect candidate to repair my reputation and help me avoid getting fired.

Alyx was not born to be an assassin, but life is hard for orphaned children in the kingdom. With no other choice, she picks up the blade and forges herself into a weapon, becoming part of an infamous underworld gang, the Daggers. Years later, despite her cold-heartedness, she saves a man from a fate worse than death. That man turns out to be none other than the king. With his sights set on Alyx and the skills she possesses, he offers her a deal she cannot refuse—pretend to be his betrothed and discover who is plotting to kill him in return for everything she has ever desired.

It was supposed to be a normal blind date–awkward, nerve-wracking, uneventful. But I walked up to the wrong guy: The hottest, sexiest, richest doctor in all of New York: Dr. Dillan Maxwell. My first crush and first kiss. Hours later, the doctor is in! (Talk about opening wide and saying, “ahhh.”) Then, he’s gone. For him, it was just a one-time thing—a wham, bam, thank you ma’am. But he left me with a parting gift: A pregnancy. Nine months later, it’s time to deliver my bundle of joy, my contractions only minutes apart. Who walks in as my OBGYN?

Camden Snow is old enough to be my father, dangerously charming, annoyingly irresistible—and my future ex-boyfriend. The moment I meet the former hockey player at his holiday party, the chemistry is off the charts. Despite the pesky feelings his presence stirs inside me, I have zero intention of actually dating the notorious bachelor. I don't date. I'm only entertaining Camden's advances because I have an article to write and a point to prove. For years, I've witnessed my best friend date all the wrong men and repeatedly get her heart broken.

I meant to protect my heart. Instead, I'm knee-deep in self-inflicted torture. Tripp is a hazard in boots, while I'm a recovering romantiholic. I could've stomached the side effects of friend-zoning ourselves—including a brutal mess of longing stares and simmering jealousy. But then he offered to solve a problem of mine and teach me a few things—sans clothing. Strictly platonic. Purely educational.