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Mine wasn’t a love story. It was a cautionary tale. A field guide for exactly what not to do if you ever found yourself in my size-six riding shoes. A reminder in case you needed another reason you shouldn’t fall for the bad boy who promised you the world and left you with a bullet in your skull instead. Or the glorified bodyguard who thought catching a knife to the gut meant he deserved a ring. And how to not use sex and adrenaline to cope with either. Both?

Things that awaken my inner rage monster (in no particular order): The F-nugget who thought it would be fun to try to kidnap me. Throwing me in a trunk? Rude! My oldest brother - For insisting I need constant babysitters since I’m in danger. Oops! Did I say babysitters? I meant bodyguards. Same brother again - For having a ridiculously hot best friend, then assigning him as my primary bodyguard and telepathically forbidding him from dating me, even though I’m starting to suspect that he’s seriously crushing on me. (The best friend is crushing, not my brother. Don't be weird.)

I came to Finn River to get away from trouble. But it found me–in the form of a forbidden kiss. After a narrow escape from Alaska and months on the run, I take a security gig that doesn’t ask any questions about my past. But it didn’t take long before trouble came knocking—first, a dangerous rescue, second, sharing my secrets with the one girl I shouldn't trust. I need to stay away from Sofie Whittaker. Not only are we from different worlds, with two very different futures, being with her puts us both at risk.

Since the man I thought I would be walking down the aisle with broke up with me, I’ve been focused on my business. As the designer of Emma Belle Bridal Gowns, headlining the Blushing Bride Convention in Las Vegas has been the highlight of my year. And the legendary editor of The Dress magazine wants to feature me in their upcoming issue?

London Ambrose is a spoiled billionaire’s daughter. And now she’s the new co-owner of the Seattle football team, but that doesn’t mean that she knows diddly squat about football. There’s nothing I hate more than having someone micromanaging me, shadowing my every move, and giving me their two cents on every little thing, as I coach my defensive line. I don’t care about new team jerseys and branding or answering her million and one questions about how I do my job. But I can’t help but come to her defense when an old flame shows up and starts harassing her.

It’s been four months since Nick has been with a woman. One hundred and twenty days since he’s touched Sarah, tasted her, felt her heat wrapped around him, but tonight his abstinence will end. Tonight, she’ll come to La Petite Mort Club and they’ll resume their passionate affair. Except she doesn’t show up—no phone call, no letter, no nothing. It isn’t possible that she doesn’t want him. She was as hot for him as he was for her. He needs to find her and show her that she wants him as much as he wants her.

Home is where the heart is this holiday season! Cozy up and unwrap the gift of romance with beloved bestselling authors. In these unforgettable short stories, second chances sparkle brighter than Christmas lights, and finding that special someone under the mistletoe feels like coming home at last.

Nick is not a patient man. He wants a life with Sarah. Marriage. Kids. Everything. But she keeps dragging her feet. No wedding date set and every time he mentions kids, she panics.

When a runaway bride hitches a ride from her best friend’s grumpy brother, their lives will never be the same. Anna Harris needs a getaway car after her wedding day ends in disaster. She may be a hopeless romantic, but she knows there's no Prince Charming coming to her rescue. There's only Beau, and right now, he's her only chance at freedom. Beau Lawrence planned to sit through the ceremony and slip out before the reception. Helping the bride disappear wasn't on his to-do list.

In hockey, dirty is a term used to describe an outstanding deke. And, you could say that my father pulled the biggest dirty of all. I just found out that I am the secret love child of a hockey titan. Growing up, he didn't want to have anything to do with me; and now, my new step-sister is trying to keep the whole thing a secret. If that sounds complicated, it gets way worse.

So let me get this straight... For the next few days I’ve got myself a grumpy fake husband who’s also kind of my...bodyguard? I guess that’s a better way to spend the weekend than binge-watching reality television, especially since it’s kind of my fault we’re on the run from the mob and I need a protector.

Truth or Dare: Tell the One-Who-Got-Away that you're still madly in love with him OR spend the night trapped with him in a hunting lodge that's about to be swept downstream? Ha! Trick Question. I get to do BOTH! Because when it rains, it pours. First, I call Theo McGuire to tell him that I've always loved him and I always will--at least for the next few hours until Pippa Jane the Pig and I are swallowed by the floodwaters. Then, I open the second story window when Theo comes knocking in his kayak, in a likely doomed attempt to save us.

My name is Parker King, and I am in love. Yet Scout Davison barely knows I exist. Therefore, I do what any sensible guy does when he’s trying to get a girl’s attention, I ask her out. Except I’m too late. Thanks to the job offer on the New York Lions Social media team, Scout’s focus is on work, so while pining for her I focus on making her my friend instead. Friends first, date later. Or at least I thought. The more time we spend together though, the harder it becomes for both of us to deny our feelings.

Twenty years ago I had the best night of my life. He was a musician passing through town and I was the naive college student who fell for his charm. We talked for hours, he made my body come alive, and in the early morning when he left, he promised to call. Spoiler alert. He never did. Wilder was the first man to show me fairytales or happily ever afters don’t exist. Every man I’ve loved since has only confirmed it.

Ridge Cooper did what he had to do to protect his sister, and everyone watched as America’s football king lost it all. Only the people closest to him know the truth, and he doesn’t care if the rest of the world hates him as long as they leave him alone. His mysterious new assistant is tearing down his walls and digging up his secrets, and for once, he wants to let someone in.

Alison can’t believe that her boss wants her to have his kid and that he wants to do it the old-fashioned way. She can’t imagine having sex with him. He’s Harker. Sure he’s kind of sexy in a dark, brooding way and when he barks orders her body naturally responds, but still…sex with Harker?

All I wanted was to be away from the limelight, away from my parents. A perfect place where I could live a simple life. A fresh start. A small beach town. That's what I thought I found, until the tortured ocean-colored eyes of the town outcast catch me off guard. Everyone warns me to stay away from him. They tell me he's a monster. His eyes tell another story, though, and I need to know what it is. It becomes almost an obsession.

In two weeks, I'm supposed to become the perfect wife. I don't know or like the man my father chose to marry me off to but I have no say in the matter. That's why when I see Rocco Marchetti, the man I've had a crush on my entire life, I decide he'll be my first. We keep stealing glances and hiding smiles, but I want more. I want one night with him. So what if I'm the daughter of the most feared man in organized crime?

I’m a hopeless romantic who loves making love, and I often fall for guys who don’t want to be serious. So, I promise myself no more one-night stands and no more heartbreak. But when I sneak away from a boring work party, only to end up sleeping with the handsome guy from the hotel bar, I fail at the first step in my new plan. When I get up in the morning, I stick to my strategy, and I don’t ask for his phone number or his last name. Even if he did give me a night I’ll never forget, I’m determined to be strong. Except he turns out to be my new roommate, and now, he’s living with me.

I found it (him) at the bookstore. Love. He was six foot four, lanky, blue-eyed. Jacob Decker was goofy, handsome, and cheesy. There’s no better way to describe him. But what can I expect of an eighteen-year-old boy who’s lived under a rock all his life? I’ll let you into a little secret. I had no idea what to expect. We were each other’s first everything. But the fantasy lasted only a semester. Soon I had to move away. A few years later, he was a rockstar, and I was…Grasping for a lifeline. The problem with first loves is that they never leave you. But they never come back, do they?