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Although two of his best friends have settled down, Wes Lancaster is determined not to get sucked into some siren's web. As owner of the New York Mavericks football team and wildly successful BAD restaurant, his lifestyle is full as it is. Well, it was, until Winnie Winslow, the new, sexy, stiletto-wearing team physician trash-talks him in the locker room without batting an eye. Now he can't stop himself from wanting her.

It was never love with Daniel, and I never thought it would be. It was only lust from a distance. Unrequited love maybe. He's a man I could never have, for so many reasons. That didn't stop my heart from beating wildly when his eyes pierced through me. It only slowed back down when he'd look away, making me feel so damn unworthy and reminding me that he would never be mine.

Carpe Diem is more than just a catchy phrase to Stacey Mallory. At least it was, until the near-fatal accident that took the use of her legs and changed her life forever. Stacey would do anything to dive once again into cool blue waters from a towering cliff, or feel the wind in her face as she opens up the throttle of her sleek, sporty motorcycle. To dance under the moonlight in the arms of a strong, sexy man. To escape her new reality, Stacey reinvents herself as Salienne Dulcette, the reclusive author of steamy erotic romances, and lives life vicariously through her characters.

Julia and Ronin know their relationship is solid. They’ve been through hell and back, but their love has stayed true through it all. When Ronin’s ex, Kincaid, comes back to town, however, the two realize what they might be missing. Kincaid didn’t mean to leave Ronin behind all those years ago. When tragedy struck not once, but twice, bringing with it the heat of horror, he couldn’t face the past he’d left behind. Now, he’s back and doesn’t know how he fits in with the seemingly perfect couple.

You know how people say they woke up in Vegas married and you're like, how the hell could that possibly happen? Who does that? Well, us, apparently...and the press is having a field day. Let's not even get started on the topic of my mother. Then there's my grandpa wanting to meet my new husband - that's not scary at all. On top of that, we're heading out on tour, and I'm a nervous wreck. Did I mention that Jesse's newly changed marital status doesn't seem to be an issue for the groupies?

The hot guy in a suit, sitting next to me at the bar? I don’t know who he is, but when he tries to pick me up, he seems surprised when I sass him and turn him down. Truth? He’s practically irresistible, and I almost say yes.

Everyone in the city knows who I am: Vincent Citrione, top capo of the most powerful crime family in the city. If you’ve got two brain cells to rub together, you’re scared sh*tless of me. As for women, I give them the hardest, dirtiest f*ck of their lives before showing them the door. They know better than to expect more. Commitments? F*ck ‘em. At least, that was my motto until I caught her snooping in the wrong place at the wrong time. Aubriella. I wanted her to be like all the rest of the girls. I wanted to forget her. But I can’t forget her lush curves...

After months of silence, here she stands on my front porch, waiting to be let in again. But it's the same play every time, and I know how this ends - I give her all I have, and she carries it with her on the way back to him. I should turn her away, but I won't. Couldn't do it if I tried. Because no matter how many times she pops back up, pulls me in, and drags me under, it will never be enough. I'll always want more. More of her. More for us. And she'll always choose him.

A brutal mob boss is brought to heel by the fiery spirit of a jazz dancer who teaches him the meaning of love, in this enemies-to-lovers, marriage-of-convenience dark billionaire romance.

My instincts warned me that Alex Volkov is a dangerous man. My mind told me to run when he set his sights on me with unfaltering determination. It’s not that I didn’t try to resist, but Alex had a game plan. He was always one step ahead of me, skillfully drawing me deeper into his web. Even when he gave me freedom, it was only an illusion.

Charlotte Lane was the tomboy who lived next door. Eyes the color of the summer sky. Mounds of curly blond hair. A little bit of sassy and a whole lot of sweet. She was my best friend. My confidant. My salvation. But when circumstances tore us apart, it put more than just miles between us. I hated her. Blamed her for my worst nightmare. And I never wanted to see her again. Then one wrong turn brought her back into my life, and now she's under my skin.

I don't date football players, and he doesn't do relationships. But when the bad boy tight end who fits every descriptor on my naughty list finds himself in a tight spot, he proposes a fake relationship. I start to see him as so much more than my brother's best friend as he slowly lets me in, but forces are working hard to break us apart. Public shows of commitment leave me confused, but in private, I start to question whether there's really an expiration date stamped on our relationship.

He’s the last person I want to get stuck anywhere with—it’s bad enough that I have to see him every day at work—and yet, because of a booking error (or curse of the universe, as I like to call it), I’m stuck in the same vacation rental with him for an entire week.

Four young women enter into a clandestine auction to be married to the highest bidders. For no less than a million dollars a year, for three years, each woman will do what it takes to secure her future. Entangled in a high-stakes game of money, lust, power, and the hope for absolution, this group of women becomes a sisterhood unlike any other.

He's my first love. My high school sweetheart. And he's leaving tomorrow for a bigger and better life. I've loved Ben almost my entire life, and we have one night left before he heads miles away to college on a football scholarship. I'm bound and determined to make sure this day goes perfectly so he remembers me as the girl he loves. But I cant help worrying that Ill end up as the girl he loved.

The first time I met Caspian Spearman, we had the perfect night. The second time, I was on the arm of his biggest rival. The third night… was a string of mistakes. Don’t believe me? Let’s do a play-by-play—or mistake by mistake.

When I met Cruz Vega, it was love at first sight. He was my forever and always, my port in the storm, my one true love. Everything was so perfect—until a cruel twist of fate robbed us of a future. Then, I was navigating uncharted territory, merely surviving without really living. Until August Harper. The hot-as-hell, tattooed chef swaggered into my restaurant and took over my kitchen. Then, piece by piece, he claimed my heart, too. That wasn't enough for him, though. He wanted all of me. As everyone knows… when you play with fire, you get burned.

I’ve spent a lifetime avoiding the various factions of the mafia in NYC, yet somehow I’m in it up to my eyeballs. I should be scared. I should want to run. Yet, the city quivers in fear with every designer-clad footstep I take, because the Valentinis have ascended, and I’m the Don’s lady. It’s intoxicating. However, Luciu comes with vendettas and a craving for vengeance that could get him killed. With my allegiance tied to the Irish, can I say yes, when he wants me to take an oath to the Sicilians? Is a happily-ever-after in the cards?

Nicholas Hunt is the man I hate. For good reason. His opinion of me is tainted by prejudice even before my arrival at his grandmother’s estate, and my first impression of him is just as abysmal. His arrogance and icy demeanor make it clear that he’s the type of man who’s best handled at a distance. Fortunately, space shouldn’t be an issue inside this Gilded Age mansion and its lush gardens. If I stick with the servants and he keeps to his sailboat, we should hardly cross paths at all. Unfortunately, at Rosethorn, I find that all roads eventually lead to Nicholas Hunt.

Maid of honor Kelsey Peterson is disappointed when the bride-to-be bails on her bachelorette party - especially since Kelsey’s already ordered the stripper. Desperate for a break from her romantic woes, Kelsey goes through with the party. After all, why let a good stripper go to waste? Dr. Aaron Baucus is definitely not a stripper. He’s a legit doctor with a PhD in neuropsychology. But when his friend calls him over to a bar to meet a bunch of tipsy, flirtatious bridesmaids, they assume otherwise.