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Willow Thorne had gotten really good at blending in with the wallpaper. The shy, quiet little mouse was more comfortable spending her days in her protective little bubble. Then she met a big, burly mechanic who looked really good on a motorcycle and made her feel things she’d never felt before. Gavin “Stone” Hendrix didn’t do commitment, and love was completely out of the question. After spending the first half of his life taking care of everyone else, he was done being the responsible one.

He’d never had something to himself, never even dared to dream about owning something so precious. He was the unwanted bastard son who’d always had to content himself with the leftovers of others. And now, they’d given him what only a few weeks ago had been out of his reach, someone he wasn’t even allowed to admire from afar and one of their most prized possessions.

When Knox gets trashed in the tabloids, his publicist pitches the idea of an image-saving marriage to Irina. Irina figures the publicity can't hurt and accepts—until the offers for major roles start pouring in, and she doesn’t need the arrangement. Unfortunately, Knox has broken the first rule of marrying an actress for publicity: Don’t fall in love. But can he handle a real relationship? And is she ready to stop pretending?

Vaughn Tucker is the hot playboy drummer of the Tucker Brothers band, whose four albums have all hit number one. Vaughn is drop-dead gorgeous . . . and completely out of control. Gigi Hayes's life is a million miles from packed stadiums and high-profile tour schedules. She's a small-town girl who spends all her time working in the library and studying to become a qualified social worker. For . . . reasons. When Vaughn meets Gigi, for the first time in his life, he's the one who's star-struck.

When I met the Monroe brothers, it was under unfavorable circumstances. I was supposed to be their revenge, but it blossomed into so much more. They became mine, just as I became theirs. Now, days with them feel like a distant dream. I spent so many years running from my inevitable fate, but my father tracked me down and dragged me back to Rogue. He aims to marry me off to his second-in-command to ensure his legacy. Power and greed fuel them both.

Vince "The Invincible" Stone is every woman's fantasy...strong, sexy, confident, and completely in control. Growing up surrounded by chaos, he's learned never to get too attached. Love will drag you down. He adores women, treats them well, puts their own needs before his own...for the night anyway. With the biggest fight of his life coming up, his focus should be on training. When fate brings Vince and Liv back together again, there's no denying the chemistry is still there. But can Vince erase the old scars their past left behind? Or will Liv hurt him instead?

I didn't know who Dove's sister was when we first met. I didn't know that I'd been fooling around with her for a few months before Dove walked into my life. I didn't know that—if I've done the math correctly—I could be the father to her sister's child. But I do know this. Dove has the voice of an angel, and the heart of one too. I might not deserve her, but I refuse to let her go. She doesn’t know that I was with her sister before we met. She doesn’t know that her niece or nephew could be my freaking kid. And even though it kills me, I can’t let her find out.

I thought the most annoying thing about being a single dad was that my friends were always trying to find me a date. Until a sassy British ray of sunshine bumps into me at a bookstore. One accidental butt grab, a viral photo, and a lot of misunderstandings later, I find myself in a fake relationship with a movie star.

The man who’s haunted my steps from the moment we met at the ball now controls my every move in his hideaway. His dark eyes miss nothing, and he seeks out all my weak spots. He uses his fingers, his wicked tongue, his sharp mind. Searching, testing, looking for the side of me I’ve hidden away for so long. He’s relentless in his pursuit of my secrets, but I manage to discover some of his own.

She was hell-bent on making her father disown her. Her rebellious attitude and the color that marred her snowflake skin was proof of that, so I used that knowledge to my benefit. I promised her hate and blood. Instead, she got my heart and a weak man on his knees in front of her. She was never supposed to be my bride. She was the daughter of a rival family, not even of Italian descent. She was from a different culture. Sasha Nikolayev was my vice. I was an addict for her. I would have said and done anything to chain her to me—so that’s what I did.

Dark men. They are intriguing, and charming, and powerful. They are changing the world. They are changing themselves. They are playing with lust, and love, and fear, and loathing. Addicted to each other, to their secret, to the seduction, to the sex. It’s a crash in the making. And yes, it’s on purpose. These men are dark. And this is the story of how Nova Ryan loves them.

He enters the car accompanied by a chill from the evening wind and the car rocks gently, until he’s seated behind me and the door is shut. His scent fills my lungs first and as it does, I remember that I’ve been told that smell is the sense that holds the most memory. Maybe I read it somewhere, but I’ve never known something to be truer than that fact is now.

High school graduation is supposed to be the ending of one chapter and the beginning of another. The excitement of college comes, and the mystery to what the future holds. Mine ended in tragedy, and although my life didn’t end, and the world didn’t stop turning around me, my heart still broke. They told me she was dead. But that was a lie.

Faith Benson isn’t your emergency contact, she’s the party-girl friend you call for a good time. She's the gal-pal who loves mimosas at brunch and martinis at Happy Hour. But her carefree lifestyle threatens her job at a top Seattle ad agency; there’s no one better at landing big accounts (when she shows up). But now her boss demands she take a leave of absence to get her head on straight.

Surviving negligent parents and childhood cancer didn't make me stronger. It sure as hell didn't make me a fighter. It left me effed up. A hot mess. Haunted. But he didn't think so. Alexander Thornton was a tech genius. Philanthropist. Charmingly sweet and devastatingly handsome. And—for some insane reason—he was into me.

The definition of love doesn’t come close to explaining the way I feel about her. She’s the one. The twin to my soul. I didn’t know what it meant to breathe or live until I saw her. I wanted the beautiful redhead instantly, but she was engaged at the time, so I left her alone. She didn’t even know who I was.

Ben Castillo. NBA champion. Olympic gold medalist. Widely hailed "King of the Court." The morning he walks into my dingy diner, I have enough sense to keep my head down and go right on wiping tables, pouring coffee, and serving up short stacks. A man who looks like that—superstar or not—has only ever meant trouble, and more trouble is the last thing I need. If anything, he seems drawn to my indifference.

When my car is stolen outside my new college dorm, my roommate points me to "The Vigil"—a trio of students who tackle crimes when campus security drops the ball. The last thing I expect walking into the Vigil's office is to find Logan Brooks staring back at me. I want nothing to do with the stepbrother I once had the world's hugest crush on. But even though he looks at me like I'm dirt under his shoe, he and his hot friends insist on taking my case. No way am I letting them investigate on their own. Working with them will give me the chance to find out what's really up with Logan.

Ten years ago, I crushed Damiano De Luca’s heart, vowing false promises I never delivered. The revenge? Didn’t happen. The destruction? As if I could. Betrayal? Not. A. Chance. We were 18 when I left, taking my secrets with me. Now at 28, there’s no trace of the jaded mafia prince with the protective streak. He’s crueler. Colder. More calculated than ever. And he’s glaring at me from a funeral pew, looking at me and my wedding ring like we should be the ones buried six feet under. The war is back on, but I’m not that teenage girl anymore. This time, there will be blood.

I caught my fiancé cheating on me with my best friend in our apartment. I was done. There wasn’t a point in sticking around to hear their excuses. I ended up alone in a hotel bar, drinking the last five years of a relationship away, not to mention a lifelong friendship. I was well on my journey to forgetting until the hot guy in a suit thought he’d interject, telling me to slow down. Who did he think he was? If I want to drown in my sorrows I will. That’s the last thing I remember.