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Six-foot-three. Dynamic green eyes. Utterly irresistible. Ethan Everest stole my breath the first time I saw him. He romanced me with skill, dazzled me with his charisma, and proceeded to steal my heart right after. I might have fallen for his easy-going smile the first time we met, but I fell for him the second time. Honey-colored hair. Cherry-kissed lips. Captivatingly gorgeous. Singer Davis was the first, and only, woman to ever intimidate me. She spoke to my heart with her wit, seduced me with her eyes, and became the only thing that made sense in a world that made none.

The One didn’t exist. Then I met Meadow. The band's honorary little sister was off-limits. Too late for that. She says we’re "nothing serious", but she’s gotten under my skin and I can’t stop thinking about her. And when I touch her, I know we’re meant to be. Happy Endings don’t exist. Not even with Ridge.

Imagine: a fantasy world, but not one based on medieval/Dark Ages European culture and myth, but rather on the tropes of the spaghetti Western and Chinese Wuxia. Add steampunk elements. Mix well.

They say all is fair in love and war. Clearly, they haven’t met Warner Landers. The ruthless billionaire had me begging him to spare my family’s restaurant from a buyout. In response, he shamelessly flirted and walked away wearing a smug smirk. Karma strikes, literally, when he crosses the street. Unconscious, he’s rushed to the hospital, and for some unknown reason, I’m swept in right after him as if I know this man—or worse, that I’m married to him. Am I in too much shock to deny the allegation? Yes. Am I still using his short-term amnesia to my advantage? Absolutely.

I caved and gave Harrison Decker my number anyway. He just chose not to use it. Four years later, his job brings him back into my world looking more handsome than ever and now making an effort to befriend me. Is my heart willing to take another chance on that man?

One break is all The Crow Brothers need, and we’re about to get it. Johnny Outlaw, rock legend and lead singer of The Resistance, is here to watch us play. But he’s not the only familiar face in the crowd - killer little body, heart-shaped face, and drop-dead gorgeous. Hannah Nichols sitting at the bar makes it hard to concentrate with sparks already reigniting. The beauty was never a groupie, and tonight she’s not here to catch our show.

The rumors are true. At least where I’m concerned. Drummers hit it harder and do it better. Women love me and I love them. But I like to think of myself as a sensitive soul trapped in a lady-killer’s body...We can’t all be boy scouts...Nikki Faris has thrown off my rhythm. With her red lips, smart aleck mouth, short skirts, long legs, and blue-sky eyes, the beautiful lead singer has become a complete distraction on this tour. She loves to give me a hard time when all I want to do is give her the pleasure of my hard - time right back.

As a prominent divorce attorney and Manhattan’s most eligible bachelor, I’m as sought after in the courtroom as I am in the bedroom. I’ve learned that emotions have no place in either scenario. Not ever. Thus far, my approach to life has served me well. No hassles or strings means no heartache. There’s just one little problem....

Admittedly, it was a moment of weakness on my part. But even the strong-willed have been known to fall for a hard body underneath a tailored suit and a five o’clock shadow coating a sharp jawline. It didn’t matter that Jackson St. James was nothing but trouble. Trouble was just my type. Been there. Done him. Not making that mistake again. We were friends, a low-key affair we designed ourselves—over before we began. After all, together we made no sense. But maybe, just maybe, he’ll surprise me. He has before.... We may have started with a kiss, but how will we end?

The minute he opened his sexy mouth, Holliday Hughes should have known Jack Dalton was trouble. His smooth pickup lines, broad shoulders, and ridiculously handsome face charmed her right out of her clothes. She gave into her desires, the instant attraction blinding her to the obvious.

Falling into bed with my best friend’s brother was an accident. What happened right after… not so much. With abs more defined than the Texas Hill Country and a killer smirk I can’t ignore, the “boy next door” is all grown up and too hot for his own good. My heart races for a man who’s forbidden. My breath catches each time his hand brushes against mine. His heated glances melt me, leading me closer to temptation. One night together has us desperate for more. But we have no desire to give this small town something to talk about—or worse, upset his sister.

My world was rock solid. Until I saw her. Lara Kessler showed up as if heaven sent her to me, and suddenly my priorities changed. Love is funny like that. One minute you’re living the dream, then BAM! Half my soul shows up backstage wearing a purple shirt and sexy skin-tight jeans, making me realize what I’ve been missing all along. Loving her means exposing a life I’ve tried to bury. My heart had lost its beat. Until I saw him.

Winter Nobleman is complicated. To say the least. It was supposed to be simple. Go to Paris, find a client's daughter, and close a multi-million-dollar deal. Easy. Then I meet her. Stormy blue eyes, quick wit, and the secrets she keeps on the tip of her tongue make me forget my mission for a moment, or six, and why I'm in Paris in the first place - to bring her home. Distracted by her beauty, I fail to notice the others lurking with missions of their own. Bennett Everest is the twist I never saw coming. Talk about perfect timing.

New York Love Stories Volume 2 is a collection of two full novels that can be listened to as standalones or is enhanced when you listen from beginning to end. This group of family and friends join together in both books as different characters navigate dating and finding love in these modern romances.

You will fall head over heels in love with this 3-audiobook series that will give you all the feels when these cowboys come home to their small town and discover some things (or people) are worth staying for this time.

My biggest rival is the father of my child. He just doesn’t know it yet. Sleeping with my family’s enemy wasn’t planned. Oops. Too late. It was a one-night stand in Costa Rica, and names were the last thing we wanted to exchange. What can I say? The man was hot as sin. Blue-sky eyes. Broad, athletic shoulders. A smile that just about did me in. I came home with more than his cowboy hat as a souvenir. Four years later, that sweet memento calls me Mommy. I’m a busy single mom helping to run the Dover empire.

Rivers Crow has everything he could ever need - a rock star life, more money than the devil himself, and worldwide fame. Except he’s still missing the one thing he wants - the girl he left behind. Stella Fellowes has an unfulfilling job, debt without a ceiling, and lonely nights she spends pretending not to miss the one thing she needs - the boy who broke her heart. Five years later, the guitarist she once loved is back with a hit record, millions of fans, and that look in his eye that still makes her weak in the knees. Only she’s not the same girl he once knew.

Move on with your life, they said. Forget her, they said. But how could Ben Edwards forget the woman who was supposed to be his forever? When Grace Stevens disappeared—without a word, without a trace—she took half his soul with her. Despite the heartbreak, Ben tried. He tried to take their advice by pursuing his career. He tried to find fulfillment in his work. He tried to find peace. Grace had been the love of his life. Her fingerprints were on every surface of his existence. He had success and wealth. He had everything, except her.

I'm Danny Weston, supermodel. But one path was traded for another when I chose this career. Ten years later, I would trade my career to have it back. To have her back. But one path was traded for another when I chose this career. Ten years later, I would trade my career to have it back. To have her back. Reese Carmichael is the one woman I would give it all up for, and the only one I can't have. Yet.

I’ll be your date, and you’ll be mine. Who says a funeral can’t be romantic? Okay, everyone. Including myself. That doesn’t stop the rumor mill from turning when I show up with a beautiful redhead on my arm. That redhead also just happens to be a stranger, relatively speaking. Charlotte Barrow and I have run into each other a few times—on the subway, at a bar, and now on our way to separate funerals. Instead of the prodigal son who let his parents down showing up alone, I traded favors and brought a date. The deal made sense at the time. You be my date, and I’ll be yours.