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As the world's biggest pop star, I'd given up on love. I wasn't supposed to find it on an app with a hockey star. With my life in tatters, I escape to a dating app where no one knows who I am. That's when I discover that I've matched with one of the stars of the Nashville Knights hockey team. Falling in love over an app? Not going to happen.

There's a fine line between love and obsession—and I've crossed it. I told myself that if I had one taste, I'd be able to move on. But I'm more addicted to her than ever. I tried to be a good man. I tried to stay away. I really did. But I kept watching her through the cameras I installed, replaying the footage in my head late at night. I'm sick in the head. I know I'm a monster. But sometimes the villain wins the girl. Right?

I can explain the want ads for saucy male companionship I'm posting. I can even explain pretending to date the city's most notorious playboy. They say revenge is a dish best-served cold, but mine is going to be spicy, sizzling, and hilariously humiliating. My ex, Vaughn, cheated, stole from me, and worse. I refused to be the lovable, heartbroken heroine who hides under a pile of tissues and ice cream pints. Oh no, not me.

Nori Sinclair has two goals in life: find the husband of her dreams, and purchase the beloved tea shop in her hometown, Serendipity Springs. So when Nori finds herself short on funds to land a business loan, she joins a dating app that pays her to be their featured single in a month-long ad campaign. Per her contract, all men are off-limits, except those matched for her by Swipe Rite.

I had everything. Wealth, power…and her. It started as an irresistible and provocative game. Only elite circles knew about the club and what happened behind closed doors. A monthly auction. A high price bid. A woman I was never supposed to fall in love with.

Tobias Hale is surrounded by rumors, most of which are true. Underneath that three-piece suit is a cold, callous man who rules the courtroom with an iron tongue. Judges hate him with the same passion he hates me. He hasn't always been that way, though. We were once star-crossed lovers who sat by the water's edge, me wearing his jacket and him dreaming about a future far away from my family—a place where I wasn't American royalty, only his queen. I never thought I would see him again. Years later, a chance encounter brings us face to face.

Three sisters. One evil killer. This is the complete Bayou Magic Series.

I'm a bridesmaid at a bachelorette party, minding my own business at a local bar after doing six shots of Fireball, when I realize I need to pee. In size small Spanx. I'm a large. While I wrestle with my white-spandex belly-smasher in the only bathroom, I'm holding up the whole bar from relieving itself. When the broody, tatted-up owner breaks down the door, thinking maybe I've alcohol-poisoned myself into the afterlife, my drink-addled brain decides to revisit the karate I learned around third grade. But I misfire my karate kick and hook a thigh around his waist.

Beck Emerson never intended to get involved in someone else’s drama. But when he sees a new mom on the verge of a breakdown after catching her husband cheating, Beck doesn’t hesitate to step in.

Prepare for the worst, but hope for the best. That's what Lily Calloway and Loren Hale try to do when his father schedules an "important" meeting. The problem: after being swept into the public eye and battling their addictions, they're not sure what the worst is anymore.

When fake rumors spread like wildfire—like having three-ways with her boyfriend's rock climbing brother—Lily Calloway retreats to a dark place: her bedroom. Loren Hale is more determined to keep their sex life private, even from their friends, and he helps Lily in the only way he knows how. But how much love is too much? Their lives are filmed, watched, and criticized. And through it all, Lily and Loren have to face enemies they never thought they'd see, demons they don't know if they should bury, and setbacks they didn't think they'd meet. Not this soon.

The boy next door isn't next door anymore. He's in Vegas, preparing for the upcoming NFL season, and I'm still stuck in the small Midwestern town where we grew up. We should be together, but people wanted us apart. They won. Secrets are uncovered, and lives are forever torn apart.

While working late one night, June Brown meets someone in the elevator… Who awakens all her senses. Shortly after, she is transferred to become the Personal Assistant to the CEO, the great Mr. Ryan Carter himself. Projected into a life of glamour, galas and crazy limousine rides, this new life is a roller-coaster ride for the young woman. All the more so because her new, fascinating boss seems to get a kick out of fanning the intense flames between them. Facing a whirlwind of emotions, she deduces that he may be facing threats.

Still grieving over the sudden death of his lover, antiques dealer Flynn Ambrose moves to the old, ramshackle house on Pitch Pine Lane to catalog and sell the large inventory of arcane and oddball items that once filled his late uncle's mysterious museum. But not all the items are that easy to catalog. Or get rid of... Since Alan died, Flynn isn't eating, isn't sleeping, and isn't spending a lot of time looking in mirrors. But maybe he should pay a little more attention - because something in that 18th Century mirror is looking at him.

Being the man of honor in my best friend Livvy's wedding wouldn't be such a big deal—if I wasn't in love with her. But I won't turn her down. No matter how much it'll tear my heart out to watch her walk down the aisle toward another man. It should have been us—from friends to lovers and back again. But after college, I was so busy building my empire that I let her slip through my fingers. She was my first. And once she realizes he's the wrong one for her… I'll be her last.

Charismatic. Devious. Secretive. Emerson Durand is the ringmaster for the illustrious Cirque des Miroirs. In each city, he finds a new woman to command for the night. Until he finds the one woman who doesn't bow to his demands. Luna Rider soars through the air as an aerial acrobat. She's determined to prove herself at the new circus, but she doesn't count on the ringmaster's determination. Or the secrets that hover under the striped tent.

Maria: Criminals. Mafia. That’s what everyone said we were. I never believed the rumors, though. I’d know if anything shady was happening in my family. Except…I didn’t. When my best friend disappears from the Belvedere, I knew I could find her. Because while I might be clueless about my family, I know everything that happens in my hotel. That’s when I found him. I thought he was the bad guy. My enemy. He wasn’t. But just because I misjudged him doesn’t mean he can’t destroy me….and my heart…

My job is to protect the innocent, but Blake van Hamilton has never been innocent. With killer curves, silky brown hair, and silvery-blue eyes, she’s been an inconvenient object of my lust since we were teens. Now I’ve been hired to guard her against a band of criminals who want her money, and maybe even her life. Still, I'm the last person she wants helping her. Blake van Hamilton hates me, but it won’t stop me from doing my job.

Ten years ago, my world crumbled around me. Losing my wife turned me into a shell of a man, stuck teaching entitled Ivy League brats by day and drowning my pain in meaningless sex by night. The club has saved me countless times, until she walks into my classroom. There's something behind the pain in her eyes that pulls me in, and even though I know she's forbidden, I can't stay away, no matter how hard I try.

I’m the newest patched member of the motorcycle club and I want to prove myself. Do something good for the club. But when I set eyes on Marisol, things change. Now all I want is her. In my bed all night long. First, I’ll have to deal with the cartel punk she’s been hangin’ with. The jerk has ideas above his pay grade, starting with her. But I’ll finish him. And have Marisol back in my arms in no time. Should be as easy as pumpkin pie. Making the ladies holler for more and fighting the MC war is what me and the club does best. It’s a hell of a way to spend the holidays.