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Ben Riggs says he loves me. He says he hasn't stopped thinking about me since he broke my heart and chased me out of town all those years ago. I say, liar liar pants on fire. And boy, do those bright yellow, flame-resistant fireman pants look good on him. I'm aching to feel those big, rough hands clenching on my hips and to collect on the illicit promises burning in his dark blue eyes. Self-control goes up in flames every time he flashes that arrogant smile. So I give in - because a woman has needs. (Am I right, ladies?) He can have my body, but my heart is off-limits.

Do it right, or don’t do it at all. London Chantelle’s mantra has brought her to the brink of success as a public relations consultant. Landing a contract with Whitestone International will push her career to the next level - if her ideas get past the firm’s legal “Gladiator”, Carson Drake. When he enters the boardroom, filling it with his commanding presence, her belly flips in a way that spells trouble.

The hour of reckoning was upon us...Amelia's life was in danger. Amelia, my goddess. The time to watch the situation had long passed. Now, it was time to change things up. Time for me to change. Love made me go soft and allow the image and handle I had on things to slip out of my grasp. I needed to find myself. Now more than ever. All the secrets were jumping straight out of the closet. Right into the open for all to see. We weren't playing games anymore. It was time for war. It was time to become the devil I was.

From the first time I meet Leo Montgomery, I know I'm in trouble. His dark, heated gaze skittering down my body sets my skin on fire. A rare sighting of his elusive, heart-stopping smile and - dear lord - I think I just ovulated. But then, he hires me to babysit his adorable little troublemaker after school, and now, my maternal instincts are working overtime.

Between a judgmental beauty-advice-columnist mom who sends clothes several sizes too small and social-media sex-shaming her senior year of high school, Faith Lacerna needs a self-confidence boost. Being a freshman at Fortis University in Silicon Valley will be fine, as long as she doesn't attract attention. Except wearing oversized hoodies in sunny California isn't the best choice for blending in. When football jock Caleb St. John shows interest, she recommits to studying anything but the hot tight end.

Years ago, I fell in love with an angel. Only problem: her brother was in a rival MC. My prez gave me an ultimatum: her or my club. Fool that I was, I chose the club. Years later, I run into her when she moves back to town. She still hurts from the way I treated her back then. But this time, I'm not giving her up. Her brother's club and mine are still bitter enemies. And claiming Kat threatens to throw us into full-on war. But none of that matters. I'm going to win her back. This time, Kat is mine. No matter the cost.

Isabella lost her husband years ago to his addictions. Abandoned in their silent home, rudderless, she lost herself, diminished to nothing. Now widowed, she’s returned a year after the funeral to finally dispose of that house. Alone. An epic mistake, with memories still echoing from the walls. When his brother Marcos appears, holding out his hand to help, calling her Ella in that commanding voice, her insides go warm, pliable, willing. Soaking up the strength and calm she’s been sorely lacking.

One by one, the lies have been unraveled. I've shed blood to protect Lilly. To protect our family. I'd do it again and again as long as it means she's safe. It's time to marry her, cherish her, and spend the rest of our lives together. We were so close to our happy ending. Then chaos swept it away.

Six years ago, the "Fabulous Gustave" slipped the grasp of Agent Fleur van Beekhof, making off with a priceless artwork . . . and Fleur's beautifully ordered life. Suddenly the cool, pragmatic Europol detective lost her detective partner and wife, her rising career, and her control, thanks to the addictive lure of cards. When a new Italian art theft bears all the markings of Gustave's taunting style, Fleur is put back in the field, because no one knows him better. She jumps at the chance to correct the mistake that ruined her life. The hitch? She has to work with her fiery ex-wife.

All Phoebe Sharpe wanted was to start over at a new college to escape the drama and humiliation of her mom's sordid past. But her present is hardly less complicated. To avoid sleeping on the streets, Phoebe seeks sanctuary at a 24-hour gym. When she meets the smoking-hot Tiago, her desire to remain anonymous disappears. Fortis University kicker Tiago Trindade has more on his plate than the average college sophomore. He's trying to keep his GPA high enough to maintain his football scholarship while balancing practice and a job at the local gym to help support his family.

When I woke up Christmas morning, I didn't know if I'd been on Santa's nice list this year—or his naughty one. Thinking back to the prior evening's events, I decided it was definitely the naughty one. There had to be a mistake—I was always on the nice list. But the gorgeous, naked man snuggled next to me seemed to suggest I had a lump of...something waiting for me. Maybe the nice list was overrated. Or maybe naughty girls really did end up with coal in their stockings.

When Amber Archer inherits a mysterious house from relatives she thought were long dead, she sees it as her ticket out of the current chaos consuming her New York life. A little time out in the sticks can't hurt, can it? Nestled in the middle of nowhere is The Willows, the premier racing stables in Kentucky owned by Rowan Payton. The loss devastated her, and she doesn't want to feel that way ever again. Her controlled and ordered life isn't ready for the tornado of a city girl.

The night we met, I only tagged along to support my best friend. Then I saw Lilly. There's no harm in picking up a girl for myself, right? One time. A few hours with her underneath me. No longer than a night. That's all I ever need with a woman. I'm the Vice President of the Lost Kings MC. There's no shortage of women waiting to warm my bed. Lilly's appetite matches my own and one night suits her fine. But it's not enough.

Samantha Rose views her dance - on the silks, on the lyra, on the ballroom floor - as an empowering art form. Not a come-on to entice men to shower her with fancy gifts she doesn’t want. In reality, her dreams look more like home. Love. Lots of children. So far, she’s zero-and-too-many for finding the man who’ll fit into that dream. He definitely isn’t Derek Damon Wright, the enigmatic, Viking-conqueror sexy owner of Club Frost. Though every time he looks at her, she feels it like silk wrapped around her skin.

I escaped a dark past. Barely dragging myself from the depths of hell. But when addiction sinks its claws into your soul, there are only two options—surrender and let it devour you, or wage the fight of your life. Out of the shadows, I found strength and resilience. What I didn’t expect was to find him.

In the first of this two-part tantalizing collection of erotic lesbian short stories, strong women let their masks slip and explore thoughts they never dared imagine.

I can't stand Clinton Alvarez. My life was meticulously organized, painstakingly structured, and impeccably sanitary...until he rolled into town with his bad manners, his short temper, and his cocky smirk. Now, he's opened up his grungy barbershop right next door to my pristine cupcake shop, bringing along his clientele of sketchy, leather-loving motorcycle guys with broken noses. He's infuriating. Having him around brings out the worst in me. All of a sudden, I'm acting on impulse.

I never had a home until I was an adult, living in foster care as a kid. Now, I have a family, one I chose for me. But I'd always longed for a man I could call my forever. Instead, I found two, and they both want me. So how do I choose between them?

Roxy Quinn - tattooed goddess, daughter of punk rockers, and general beautiful badass - thought she’d never see Edward Cavendish III again. The wealthy British hotelier wandered into her dingy New York City tattoo parlor, a little drunk and a lot brokenhearted. And very, very charming. After a night of panty-disintegrating passion, Roxy sends him on his way. She has zero time to pursue the suit-wearing sex god. Not when her business is failing. Not when her employees are counting on her.

Harper Brown is a snarky pain in Sebastian Hastings' ass. His brother's assistant not only seems to hate his guts, but she's also not afraid to talk back to him and tempting enough to distract him from the billions he should be earning. Then, pictures of their one hot kiss leak to the gossip mags, and Sebastian has a brilliant idea. What better way to get the gold diggers off his back than to take himself off the market? It's the perfect solution. Except as things with Harper heat up, it becomes harder for Sebastian to remind himself that she's only playing his fiancée for the money.