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Five ruthless ranchers have bought my farm, and they want to include me in the deal. After Pa dies and I discover he's mortgaged our farm to pay gambling debts, I'm forced to sell my home and only asset. On auction day, I watch my elusive neighbors, the Bradford brothers, buy the land that's been in my family for generations. Left with nothing but the clothes on my back and a small bag of personal possessions, I risk sleeping in the barn for one night. That's where they find me.

They call them the Beast Brothers. On the field, they’re brutes. Off the field, they’re huge and hard, and have a reputation for going at it like animals.

Ten years ago, my four stepbrothers left without a backward glance. Now they've returned, and they're not looking at me like a little sister anymore. When I was a shy, awkward teen, my stepbrothers were my world. As my protectors and my best friends, they provided an escape from the noisy drama of our parents’ tumultuous marriage. My big brothers meant everything to me, and I thought I meant something to them. But they made it clear I didn’t when all four of them left town just after my 16th birthday without so much as a good-bye.

When I discover my boyfriend Eddie has a side chick, I’m humiliated and furious. But I dry my tears and pull up my big girl panties. I don’t want him back, but I want him out of my head and my heart. Time to turn to every woman’s medicine in a time of crisis: chocolate and cocktails. But my friends have other ideas. They tell me the best kind of healing is the hot, sweaty, toe-curling, mind-blowing kind. So, on a drunken night, I take a chance and kiss three hotter-than-sin men until my knees are weak and my pulse is racing.

I've spent so many years fantasizing about this kind of thing I've lost count, and now that it’s here, I can hardly believe my luck. That’s right before my mom drops a bombshell, of course, and fate stabs me in the ass with his sharpened sword. Twins Logan and Jack are perfect in every single way but one. They’re about to become my stepbrothers.

I don't want to be at this ridiculous frat party, and I certainly don't deserve to get it in the neck from a rude girl in a sparkly purple dress. But when she pushes me away, I feel like I'd do anything to get in her bed. And when I find out she's forbidden fruit, I want her even more. I tell myself I'm only looking to fill her mouth with something other than smart talk, but it turns out my little spitfire has way more to her than meets the eye.

When I’m chosen to star on the nation’s most popular reality dating show, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Being selected to star on For Keeps is a dream come true. Beautiful clothes, luxurious locations, and men--lots and lots of men. Thirty, to be exact. And it’s my job to narrow thirty down to one. Easy, right? Not when there are so many good men, and not when I start to fall in love with more than one of them.

After I whistle at four brawny construction workers, they show me just how good they are with their tools.

As a bartender in a tourist town, I get hit on a lot. I’ve heard all the lines, and it’s very rare that I take the bait. But I’m about to celebrate my 40th birthday, so when three gorgeous, sweet-talking brothers invite me back to their place for a foursome, I go with the awesome, mind-blowing flow. You only live once, after all!

Ever since my best friend scored two gorgeous, brawny brothers who attend to her every need, I’ve been on the lookout for my own twin beasts. Enter Alex and Lucas Wolf. Huge, identical specimens of male perfection. Easy on the eyes and even better in bed. Double the pleasure, double the...aggravation! Stubborn, domineering, and way too bossy.

He’s a good cop but a very BAD BOY. When gorgeous Officer Carlisle pulls me over for speeding, I tell him how sorry I am. That doesn’t stop him from telling me to step out of the car for a full-body search so he can check me for offensive weapons. I want to ask him if a hungry kitty constitutes an offensive weapon because, damn, mine just wants to eat him up! Those eyes should be enough to get him arrested; forget his cheekbones and delicious full lips that stay serious, even when I’m sassing him. And his hands. When he runs those rough palms against my thighs, I actually moan.

They call him Big D because he is. Tall and broad, with muscles so thick and good, all I can think about is getting a grip on his biceps and squeezing. Then there’s the other reason. All the girls talk about it. I’m not sure how everyone knows he’s hung like a horse, but they do. I try not to think about it because he’s a popular football player who everybody knows, and I’m just a work-focused history major who likes to stay mostly invisible at school.

Melissa is a small-town girl who doesn't think she needs a man. But when she bumps into a gorgeous man who desperately needs her help, she just has to play along. Dr. Carl, the stunning pulmonologist with those to-die-for eyes, needs a stand-in girlfriend to drive away his annoying coworker. He happens to bring it up to his patient Melissa who makes him forget about his boundaries.

After I spot the hottest man I’ve ever seen—tall, ripped, tattooed, and impossibly gorgeous—I spend weeks fantasizing about all the dirty, dirty things he could do to me. When we finally meet, I’m ready for the best one-night fling ever—until he introduces me to his twin brother! Unlike my besties, I’ve always thought two men were too much trouble. But Deke and Jake Abbott, leather-clad biker kings, might just change my mind.

Leighton Tempest is a force of nature. Rich, dominant, completely untameable. Did I mention he's hung too? Hung like a...Oh, and when he sets his mind on something, he always gets what he wants. Always. Right up until he meets me that is. The one girl that seems determined not to play his game. The one girl he simply has to have. Without question. At all costs. Of course, things could be easier for the billionaire playboy. But the biggest one, the biggest problem. Something all the money in the world couldn't change...Leighton Tempest was my stepbrother.

When Ariana’s stalker ex of more than 10 years comes back in town looking for her, she asks her friend and doctor, Daniel, to pretend to be her husband to get her ex to think she’s not available anymore. Wanting to help her out, Daniel agrees. At first, nothing was going on between them. It was strictly for show. But after Daniel rescues Ariana from a confrontation with her stalker, their relationship begins to get a little steamy.

I’m not the kind of girl that usually goes home with strange men, but Liam Dougherty isn’t the kind of man you can easily refuse, either. Not only that, he saves me from something even more dangerous, and then gives me a night of passion that makes up for it. When I see him again, almost an entire year later, just the thought of that night is enough to catch my breath in my throat, our daughter Maggie is already two months old. I’m not the only one with a secret, however, when Liam reveals his past and proves just how dangerous he can really be.

He was a jerk, but she loved him; that was the first problem. The second? He was her stepbrother. Dante Hix. An alpha male. A billionaire at 21. A god. Three years already and she still wasn't over him. What the hell was she thinking going back again now? If she had any sense she wouldn't have, but if she had any money she wouldn't have needed to either. Broke, with bills piling up, there was only one way left for her to turn.

Lacie's not looking for love. She's racing against time to save the orphanage where she was raised from being demolished. Enter Nicholas Jackson. A true alpha male, with an amazing body and a keen mind, Nick epitomizes the American dream. He made his mark at a young age, and his empire is worth over a billion dollars. Nick is drawn to Lacie's strength and earnestness, not to mention her sexy body. He wants to be with her and offers to help her, wanting to seize any opportunity to spend time with her.

When Dad disappears and Mom remarries, the last thing I expect to get thrown into the dowry is a panty-melting, sexy-as-hell stepbrother. I guess that's what Cory means by fate. Of course, It'd be all right if every time I looked at him I didn't feel what I did. I have no reason to, either. I mean, it's not like he's athletic, or particularly well-endowed, or completely f--king drop dead gorgeous, is he?