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Falling for one of my oldest friends was never in my plans. And falling for two of them at the same time? Right. Because I have time for a complication like that in my life. Until an injury sidelines me, making me the center of attention for both men. And as they take turns doting on me, it becomes clear my new Daddies aren't just interested in me, but each other as well. It isn't long before the simmering tension between the three of us boils over into a scorching hot passion.

When you’re married to the love of your life for 30 years and lose them tragically, the part of your heart capable of love dies with them. Or so I thought. Somehow, this tiny little imp of a woman has wormed her way into the hole left behind by my wife’s death. She is way too young, is being hunted with a price on her head, and I’m about to be a grandfather. Am I too old to overcome the obstacles this new romance is taking us on, or will it all be worth the risk to make her mine?

Trish Beckett had her entire life figured out until the night the man she loved left her to die on their kitchen floor. Her only choice is to leave, following her best friend halfway across the country to a small town in the middle of nowhere, Colorado.

Anahi was an ordinary girl until she wasn't. Her mother was her mother, until she wasn't. Now she has to embrace her new life in the royal court of Mirador, a kingdom that is on the brink of war.

I’m not looking for a man, let alone a baseball player. Definitely not a minor leaguer who doesn’t even know how to pick a steamed crab. This is North Bay. Baseball and crabbing are a way of life. This town is in my blood, it’s where I belong. Mike Miller showed up with his big dreams of signing with a better team, and he already has one foot out the door. I don’t want a man who won’t stay. I’ve had enough of those. So, why can’t I get him out of my head?

I've dedicated my life to saving people. First for the Navy and now for my club. So, there isn't a chance in hell that I would allow the most infuriating woman I have ever met to give up on life. Not only does it go against everything I believe in, but I just can't imagine a world where she's not annoying me. Does that make me a selfish prick? Maybe. Ask me if I care. NO, I don't. Because at the end of the day, no amount of cursing this Latin spitfire can throw at me will ever change my mind.