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Her: I wanted to have a pity party of one when I went for that beer. I never imagined I would meet a dark and dangerous man. That man took me on the wildest ride of my life. Literally and figuratively. He quickly became my entire world. Him: I didn't know I was looking for her. I saw her warming that bar stool and knew she would be mine. A man like me doesn't deserve the likes of her. But damned if I didn't take it. Her: When we met for the first time we didn't know that we already had a connection.

They were to have the picture-perfect life together. Everything was all planned out. Jubilee was to marry Eitan, and Ezekiel was to marry Annmarie. That's how it was always supposed to be from the moment that they met. Textbook, right? Wrong. Eitan and Annmarie die in a freak accident that never should have happened, leaving the two survivors reeling. Sixteen years later, Jubilee and Zee can't even be in the same room with each other before things begin to deteriorate. Too many memories. Too much pain. Not enough forgiveness.

Sebastian had one rule. No women on the back of his bike. The one time he broke that rule, he killed the woman that was carrying his child. Then comes Baylee Roberts. She makes Sebastian want to break every single rule he'd ever implemented.

Cleo's a pararescueman for the US Air Force. When a PJ is called, it's because everyone else has said no. It's one of the most dangerous jobs in the entire military but also one of the most rewarding. It's the reason he doesn't form relationships. He's seen his teammates divorce one by one, and he doesn't want to do that to a woman. Especially one that he's supposed to love. However, nowhere in his grand scheme did he plan for the force that was Rue.

Foster made a promise in his hospital bed when his leg was taken from him that he'd get back to 100 percent. Leg or no leg, he'd get back on the SWAT team if it killed him. And he does get back. But he has a problem: He can't let go of the past. The anger burns deep, making his emotions volatile at the best of times. Then he meets Blake with her haughty attitude and inability to distinguish the difference between a pocket knife and a sword. Little by little, she makes him whole again, one bad joke at a time.

Loki's life was a lie. Everything he'd done for the last eight years was under an assumed name for the Benton Police Department. He'd lied, cheated, and stolen all in the name of the law. He wore himself thin, and not even the open road could take away the pain anymore. Then his little next door neighbor moved in, and suddenly, he had a reason to get out of bed every morning. Except he was an officer of the law and a member of a prominent motorcycle club in the area, The Dixie Wardens MC. Neither of which she could deal with.

Behind the badge and the pretty face was a heart. A heart that bled just like the rest. A heart that was so in love with Viddy Sheffield that it was humiliating. Trance had been burned before by a woman that couldn't handle the fact that he risked his life each and every time he went on shift. She was too vulnerable; somehow, he had to convince his heart to let her go. His life would chew her up and spit her out. Viddy couldn't get the man out of her head. Just the thought of Trance put a smile on her face. And when he walked into the same room? Words couldn't explain.

She’s in a white dress that dances around her ankles, and her hair tumbles in a long sheet of curls down her back. A veil covers her beautiful eyes, and she smiles directly at him. Janie is everything Rafe’s ever imagined she would be on her wedding day. Breathtaking. Gorgeous. Perfect. The moment he sees her walking down the aisle toward him, he knows that she’s the one. Then, she passes him, making her way to the man she’s to marry.

Six Ines Broussard walks right into the middle of hell. And at the center of it? Lynnwood Thatcher. The mayor. The man that she took one glance at on the night of his inauguration and dismissed as boring. A total stick in the mud. Only, he’s not so boring shirtless, in the middle of nowhere, doing things that are very illegal. At first, she’s appalled. Then her interest gets piqued. Stuck-up suit is hot! And he has tattoos. Then, he goes and kidnaps her...and she soon realizes, nobody is quite as hot as you thought they were when they’re holding you hostage.

Snark. Jokes. Attitude. These were all things I used to disguise the hole in my heart. I'm not a happy person. I don't live life. I just exist. That is until that beautiful man rides in on his Harley Fat Boy and burns rubber on the way into my heart.

Belle Pena was an editor. Not a writer. When her brothers challenge her to create a dating profile, she makes up the most random biography she can think of. She never, not ever, thought she’d find anybody to respond. But she was sorely mistaken. Sadly, she finds that she has way more interest than she ever could’ve imagined. But only one profile catches her eye.

Lachlan Downy was a lover, not a fighter. Okay, he wouldn't lie, he was a fighter, too. But nobody had to know that. Especially not Memphis Tennessee Conner and her stuffy attitude when it came to cops and "men like him". Memphis knew cops. Her daddy was a cop. He was also the president of a motorcycle club. Needless to say, he's about as alpha as they come, and she's tired of overbearing men who think they know how to run her life better than she does.

This is the story of a man falling in love with a woman. A man that was supposed to be a role model, and a woman that was just barely 21. A man who should’ve known better, and a woman that didn’t know that she was destroying his career word by word, innocent touch by innocent touch, smile by smile, until it had already imploded. The world collapses around Absinthe ‘Sin’ Solomon, and the only thing he can do is try not to take her down with him.

The first time he catches her attention, he’s been assigned to hunt her down and throw away the key. All she did was steal someone else’s child. Well, embryo, that is. What Kobe doesn’t know is that the man who hired him is up to no good, and she has no other choice but to run without looking back.

His Wranglers fit him like a glove. A really tight, leaving nothing to the imagination, glove. Codie wants nothing more than to shove that Wrangler-covered butt straight into the mud. Ace Valentine has a smart mouth, a devil-may-care attitude, and those wicked eyes aimed directly at her. She doesn't know what to do with that kind of attention. Especially not from the sweet-talking man that has no problem charming every woman that enters his orbit - everyone but her, at least.

Bad boy. Screw-up. Good for nothing. Hero. Angel. These were all words Grayson 'Torren' Trammel had heard whispered behind his back over his lifetime. What he hadn't heard was 'quitter,' and he'd be damned if some little rehab chick, with her beautiful brown hair, and hot, sassy little mouth was going to label him as such. Tru knows Grayson's not for her. He's too bad. Too hot. Too demanding. Too taken. She tells herself that almost daily as she helps Grayson get back into fighting shape after a horrific accident nearly ripped his life away from him.

Morrigan St. Pete. The woman that’d been hounding my every step since the day she was born. From the moment we first comforted each other in the hospital to the day that I left her to follow her dreams, I knew that she was my one.

When Mr. January himself tells Rowen to do what a gunman says, she’s had enough. Rowen has never really been a girl that does what she’s told. Mr. January won’t have to save her. She can dang well save herself.

Kettle had it all. Until he didn't. He lost it all in a moment. One heart stopping, soul shattering moment, and there wasn't a single thing he could do about it. From that day forward, he stayed away from relationships. Then he responded to a possible fire and there she was, rocking his world when he didn't want it to be rocked. Adeline was just a schoolteacher. She lived a boring life. Until she stole something. And it didn't have anything to do with the sexy firefighter's heart. Oh, she stole that, too, even if he didn't want it to be stolen.

Royal St. James got her name when she was born. Not because her mother loved her royally, but because Royal was a giant pain in the ass. She’s spent her entire life fighting to live, and the last thing she needs is to deal with some pretty-boy police officer who wouldn’t know a hardship if it came up and bit him in the...you know. Justice Rector wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was raised to work hard and always fight for what he believed in. His father was a cop, and ever since he could remember, he wanted to be one, too.