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Carson Flynn is dangerous and brooding. Intensely possessive. Angry, fierce. Haunted. He’s a member of the Clan. A criminal. And a single father who’d burn the world for his daughter. But when he turns his eye on me, I know I should run. I should definitely hide. But it’s already too late.... Because, when Carson sets his mind on something, he gets what he wants.

Fiona Hurston was too young when we first met. Too naive. Too innocent. Too tempting. I vowed to protect her, to keep her safe, and I have, for five long years. Even when keeping her safe meant keeping my distance. Even when the greatest threat to her innocence was me. But Fiona’s not a girl anymore. When danger’s at her door and we’re forced together, I won’t back down. I’ll defend her. I’ll shield her. I’ll comfort and keep her. Because Fiona Hurston is all grown up now. And it’s time she realized...she’s mine.

Rock star Malcolm Strong is used to being in control. Of the band. Of his feelings. Of the woman he has tied to his bed. He never gets close enough to get hurt. He never wants to. Until Lacey. The sassy brunette is working on the band's latest music video. Which means he shouldn't be picturing her naked. Spread eagle. Screaming his name. He doesn't mix business and pleasure, but there's something about her quick wit and her soft curves - Mal has to have her.

Harlow Westbrook’s life is the stuff of dreams. Married to her four soul mates and with a family she adores and a fulfilling career, she should be blissfully happy. Except she can’t give Saint the one thing he craves - a biological child of his own. When cracks appear in their relationship, impacting the entire family unit, it threatens everything they have fought so hard for. But Harlow has never been the type of woman to give up when things get tough. Especially when her happily ever after is at stake.

Rock star Kit Lockhart can have any woman he wants...any woman except her. Piper Strong is tired of being the innocent one. So what if she's a virgin who avoids booze? That doesn't make her naive. Why is it she's supposed to know exactly what she wants at only 19? She studies hard. She hangs out with her friends. She tries to date, but she keeps comparing guys to Kit. And no one has his soulful eyes, or his dark hair, or his deep chuckle. Kit Lockhart is on the straight and narrow. The brooding bassist is fresh out of rehab and ready to resist temptation.

First Comes Love. Then Comes Marriage. Then it's tour dates, demanding fans, exclusive contracts...wait a second. The men of Dangerous Noise have found the women who complete them, but love isn't always enough to make things last. Can Ethan, Kit, Joel, and Mal find happily ever after? Or will the fame, the fortune, and the tour dates prove too trying for marriage and family?

Wanted: just one guy who understands that the Big O is not just another letter in the alphabet. I may have a “Sex & Love” advice column, but I also have a big, scandalous secret. I’ve never, actually, had my own Big O. Not even close. And DIY ain’t cutting it. My readers think I have it all: glamour, brains, and an enviable sex life. But behind my fancy words, I live in fear of being found out. Losing it all… without a happy ending. Enter my dude-roommate and his hot friends.

Many things have changed while I've been in prison. The Family has been decimated. Our enemies have gotten bolder. My brother has taken the reins as the new Boss. But one thing hasn’t changed: my loyalty. So when I’m released from prison only to be shackled to the daughter of our organization’s biggest traitor, I agree. My new wife has taken oaths to love, honor, and obey. I don’t want her affection. I don’t need her honor. But I will gladly take pleasure in her body. I will force her to carry my child. And I will have her obedience.

Opening for their idols on their first tour, Oblivion is living the dream. Mostly. Frustrated at being shoved out of his mediator role by their new manager, Deacon McCoy loses himself in brutal workouts. He only comes up for air long enough to refuel - and to tease the deliciously cute chef who makes him crave a lot more than what she's offering on her serving plate.

They’re not quite enemies, and not really friends. More like frustrated balls of sexual tension, Lance Gibson drives Mariah Malarkey absolutely crazy. He uses her office like a phone booth, and takes cupcakes from the corner of her desk like she baked them just for him. She didn’t. Maybe she knew the history teacher happened to love peanut butter icing, but that was purely a coincidence. Mariah has a way of getting under Lance’s skin, too. She calls him out on his crap, spoils him even if inadvertently, and, seeing the librarian in skirts, drives him wild. She won’t give in.

Vivia Montavio is a traitor, and it’s my job to see to her punishment and interrogation.

My enemy’s daughter...offered to me as payment towards a debt. Now she’ll become my wife...my pet. I wasn’t always cold-hearted and vindictive. She made me that way. Charlotte Davis...the most beautiful and privileged princess there is. I’d kill for her to be mine. We met by chance at her father’s wedding...and then again years later. But she forgot about me. Ignored me. Enraged me. Then her father did the unforgivable, and I made it my lifelong goal to ruin him.... By taking her as payment towards a debt he owed. A debt she will repay by marrying me. Until death do us part.

Losing It is a is a stand-alone first time romance with the perfect mix of heat, humor, and emotion. Find out why listeners say "no one writes broken bad boys like Crystal Kaswell".

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Alison Baker is over love. Relationships are great. But peace? That’s priceless. The only way to get and keep a calm existence is to stay away from men. This is especially true for wealthy, charming, powerful men like her ex-husband. Then she meets Barrett Landry. He looks dapper standing in front of her in a suit, taking a glass of champagne off her serving tray. He pushes but she pulls. He asks questions. She tries desperately not to answer.

Love is crazy. Peck Ward, the sweet, small-town mechanic, isn't sure it's for everyone. Least of all him. His life is chaotic enough without adding the pressure of a relationship. Besides, unrequited love is a real thing, and he's kind of over it. This works out perfectly until a certain someone throws a wrench - pun intended - into his plans. As they go from adversaries to friends to possibly something more, things get complicated. After all, they know how this story ends. It's not with them together.

“I had to sneeze.” I should’ve taken her insurance information and driven off like any reasonable CEO with places to be would. She crashed into my car, for heaven’s sake. Because she had to sneeze. What did I do? I didn’t get in my car and drive away if that’s what you’re thinking. Nope. I stuck around. I could suggest I stayed because she needed help, but the truth? She was really, really hot.

Being an entertainment journalist was the last thing I thought I would be doing. I thought once I got my degree, I would be reporting on stories that made a difference, but now all I do is report on who broke up with who and who is dating who. I was over it. Then I got my next assignment. He’s Hollywood’s bad boy.

Where I go, he always follows. Primal, Powerful, Possessive. Aleksandr Romanov is my nemesis...And my new husband. He thinks I'm the spoiled mafia princess. That I have the world at my fingertips. I may be his new wife, but he doesn't know the real me. No one does. But when Aleksandr touches me, he cuts me wide open as if trying to see the secrets I hide.

I’ll do anything for the cookie. I’m used to playing the field. But specialty baker Tabitha wrapped me up in her the first time I tasted her...frosting. Suddenly I’m offering my services in any way I can. Need help babysitting your new puppy? Check. Bakery invaded by a rogue duck? Check. Missed dinner and want takeout? Check. Except that late at night after I’m done with patrol, we fall into bed. And onto the kitchen counter. And into the shower. Turns out that whole protect-and-serve thing apparently doesn’t extend to birth control.