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Dylan Gallagher knows what he wants: to take New York by storm and steer clear of serious relationships. That’s the plan. That’s the goal. It’s easy, too, now that his software company is making headlines. Nothing is getting in the way of that - not even his gorgeous personal trainer. After the way his last relationship ended, Dylan’s sworn off romance.

That was all it took for me to know Elisabeth was my soul mate. Five years, countless infertility treatments, and the loss of our only son. That was what it took for me to lose her. One phone call, a mix-up at the lab, and a little girl neither of us knew existed. That was the hell it took to bring her back to me.

I want two things in life: a woman and a child. When I walk into the diner and see Rosie, I think my motherf--king dreams have come true. We share one stolen afternoon, but then she’s gone. Eight months later she shows up at my cabin. Her belly swollen, her breasts full, and with the face of an angel. Still, she wants to keep on running.

Billionaire app developer Brooks Larson lived his life on the light side. Everything was the potential butt of a joke and he never dealt with baggage. He had enough of his own. When he meets Leah Andrews, the fellow godparent to their mutual friends’ baby, he can’t help but be intrigued. Even more so when he finds out the ultimate good girl is expecting a little bundle of joy herself.

Flying the friendly skies has been more than just a job to me. It’s my home. Ten years ago I ran away from everything I’ve known and vowed never to return. That is, until my flight is cancelled due to weather, and I’m stuck in San Francisco. Fate is not on my side when I end up in an Uber ride share with the one man I thought I’d never see again. Zack Hunt was my high school sweetheart, and the boy I walked away from without a note saying goodbye. Except, he’s no longer a boy. No, this man is gorgeous, intense, and heated at the sight of me.

The night I meet Stella, everything changes. Somehow in the course of an evening, this sexy city girl not only gets my mountain man c*ck, but she captures my heart. I have to have her. But the next day, it all comes to a crashing halt. Literally. My life isn’t just mine anymore - now I have my brother’s babies to think about. Our lives were already going in different directions...I have to show her this mountain is the place she belongs.

My life is as good as it bloody gets. I may be an Englishman, but I'm living the American dream. In Vegas I f - k who I want, when I want, and how I want. Unfortunately, my father needs to pass on the family business and doesn't think sleeping around gives me the credentials I need. I've got one week to convince him and the rest of my old-school English family that I've changed my wild ways and settled down with a "proper" girl. The problem? Claire's hiding something.

Lena Montgomery’s time and energy is spent making her dreams of wealth and power a reality, no matter who she leaves in her wake. She’s taken risks, climbed the ladder, and doesn’t intend to take a step back. Her hardline is involving herself with employees, and the last thing on her mind is blurring the lines with a man 12 years her junior. As danger nears, it’s not her mind that wants to break her own rule; it’s her body. What happens when the lines are blurred?

Rehearsals, leotards, and textbooks - that was my life. Dancing is all I’ve ever known, but when Liam’s problems turn everything upside down, I’m thrust into a world I know nothing about. Secrets and betrayal changed the man I’ve fallen for and he isn’t who I thought he was. Regardless, Liam is all I’ve ever wanted and, although I’m struggling with my emotions, deep down I’d do anything for him.

As a teenager, Samantha Johnson wrote a song that went viral in all the wrong ways. A pop song about her love of mozzarella sticks. She hoped for adoration, but instead became a joke for an entire generation. She absolutely does not want to be in the limelight ever again.

College parties, beer, and one-night stands - that was my life. Now, I hunt down criminals, ethically or not, but if no one's asking, then I'm not telling. Drinking and women are still included, although I can't seem to forget the girl who almost gave me her virginity. She would've until I realized she was too young, and I wasn't looking to get thrown into jail.

He’s grumpy. He’s bossy. He hates my freaking guts. So why do I get the feeling… That he secretly wants to kiss me? Carter Walker is the worst boss in history. Okay fine. He’s the worst hot boss in history. Still. It’s not like it matters or anything. The man hates my guts. I mean, he has to. Why else would he walk around glaring at me all the time? And demand I spend the day shopping with him? Yeah, he’s definitely doing it just to torture me. It’s probably nothing. Except now he’s telling me that my curves are beautiful.

The thing about the curveball is that its entire purpose is to knock the hitter off balance. They’re tough to hit, and not so easy to catch, either. But catching them is part of my job, and being good at my job is what got me where I am. The curve I’m having a tough time catching is Charlotte Bay, the gorgeous single mom who pretends she doesn’t need anything. Especially a man.

Some people judge me because I strip for a living, but I don't give a shit about those assholes. I play hard but f--k harder. And no woman is going to change that. When I meet JoJo, I expect a one-night stand, but a revealing photograph pushes us together, and now she needs me to be more than that. For JoJo, I can be more than a stripper - I can be her man. Except I know she's hiding something...and I can't protect her if I don't know her secrets.

The Devil's Dust MC has a list of new threats to the club's lifestyle. Dani, to prove her loyalty, is trying to embrace a part of herself that she never knew existed until now. A sinful beast lurking beneath her surface has been awakened and is ready to eliminate anyone that stands in its way. Looking at her stained hands, she rinses the blood from them. She resigns herself to innocence lost and welcomes her thirst for more blood.

Aria Todd is the new girl in town. She doesn’t mind the title. In fact, she’s thrilled that she’ll have the chance to start over in a place where nobody knows her. Where nobody can get to her. And where her new neighbor has her peeking out her window regularly. Paxton Fields is Steel Ridge’s resident nice guy. He’s kind to everyone, even the injured and abandoned animals he rescues on occasion. That’s why he catches Aria’s eye, and the pair explore the chemistry between them.

On a map redrawn by the rampant sea-level rise of the twenty-second century, survivors war over the ruins of high-ground whilst pirates and slavers plague the vast new seas that surround them. But amidst the ashes of the world there remains a place for the young and the brave to call home: The Archon — a ship crewed by orphan thieves, escaped prisoners, and heretic runaways.

Type A attorney Fiona Quinn has one goal left to accomplish before turning 30: A big, fairy tale wedding. All she needs is a groom. So what if she’s never been in love — or even lust — before? She’s confident she can solve the problem the way she always does, with spreadsheets and an action plan. When a family emergency brings bad boy Max Devlin swaggering back into town — with his cocky grin, tattoos, and wanderlust — Fiona has to remind herself that he’s as unsuitable as it gets.

Mari Marcosa always knew she would die young, so being left to bleed out on a warehouse floor is no shock to her. But as the blood seeps from her body, her thoughts aren’t of the Marcosa empire she's ruled for years, or the city she's given everything to protect. It's on the three men who’ve stood by her side:

Twenty years ago I had the best night of my life. He was a musician passing through town and I was the naive college student who fell for his charm. We talked for hours, he made my body come alive, and in the early morning when he left, he promised to call. Spoiler alert. He never did. Wilder was the first man to show me fairytales or happily ever afters don’t exist. Every man I’ve loved since has only confirmed it.