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Mr. North didn’t sleep with students. Everybody knew it because every girl in school was at least a little bit in love with him. Including Nova Monroe. Mr. North was perfect, big and gorgeous, a former college football player turned high school coach, he was a hunk as well as a studious professor. No one could look at him and not crave his approval. She wanted his approval. But above all, she wanted his attention.

Myrtle thought her Australia trip was to study endangered moths. But her grant proposal should've said, "I propose to co-parent a baby pegasus shifter with an insatiable appetite for mashed apples while getting chased across the outback with a smoking hot Australian undercover agent named Hector. Did I mention that he's smoking hot?" Hector isn't just any incredibly hot undercover agent with an amazing accent. He's also a griffin shifter, and he's certainly being cagey about showing her his badge.

Mistake #1: One scorching night with Jacob Walker, Chicago Blade's notorious playboy and my brother's best friend. Mistake #2: Agreeing to be his fake fiancé to save his career. Mistake #3: Falling for the man who doesn't know he's about to become our baby's daddy. Jacob has a body forged in steel and a smile that can melt the ice… he's every woman's fantasy. I'm the team's new strait-laced PR executive tasked with cleaning up his image... while hiding my growing secret. Whenever he holds me close for the cameras, it feels less like pretend.

Veterinarian Fiona Nichols does not do well in stressful social situations. A little babble here, saying the absolutely wrong thing there. But that doesn't stop Fiona from checking out the delectably hot guy in her building from afar. Fate apparently has a nasty sense of humor, though. Somehow Fiona gets herself and Hot Guy stuck in the building's revolving door—all thanks to a dog toy that unfortunately looks decidedly, uh, penile. Turns out that Jake Ward is Fiona's new public-speaking coach. Fiona should hate the man on sight. Instead, she's only finding him more attractive.

Alison is pregnant and Harker should be the happiest man alive, except she hates him. He’ll do anything she wants him to do except the one thing she asks, to let her go. Alison wants nothing to do with Harker ever again but she’s bound by the contract to stay with him. Worse than that, her body doesn’t care that he betrayed her. It wants him – his touch, his kiss, his love. Can she stay away from him until she has their child or will she cave into her desire? "

Putting down roots in Copper Ridge was never Alex Donnelly's intention. But if there's one thing the ex-military man knows, it's that life rarely unfolds as expected. If it did, his best friend and brother-in-arms would still be alive. And Alex wouldn't have inherited a ranch or responsibility for his late comrade's sister - a woman who, despite her inexperience, can bring tough-as-iron Alex to his knees.

Fate brought us together. Our love was written in the stars. But she was no stargazer. I would do anything for her. Protect her at all costs. She’s a dragon. She thinks the world is out to get her. I wish I could tell her that everything was going to be okay.

I headed to the island of Oahu, Hawaii, to meet with cutting-edge swimsuit fashion designer Angel D'Amico, to serve as head model for the "Beauty Comes in All Sizes" swimsuit campaign. The designer wanted to show the world that beauty is not just a size two. My curves got me into this gig, and the moment I laid eyes on my modeling "partner" I'd never been happier with my buxom form.

Looks as though my hot streak ended when Warren Shipley, one of the nation's wealthiest men, hired me to play arm-candy to save face with the other one-percenters he did business with. At least that's what I thought when I arrived in Washington, DC, until I was met by old man Shipley's debonair and insanely handsome son. The Senator from California, Aaron Shipley. Youngest senator in the history of politics, single, beyond rich, and the face of every political magazine around the US.

My life felt like a fast ride on a too short highway. Coming home should be roses and rainbows, but nothing that comes out of the desert blooms free. I was most certainly not free. I'd missed my payment to Blaine, owed the last client a hundred grand I didn't have, and my father was on his deathbed. To make matters worse, Wes was missing in action. As in, no one had seen or heard from him in three weeks. Devastation didn't begin to explain where my mental state was at.

Baseball, beer, and a hot boy. Nothing can beat that. Until I meet Mason "Mace" Murphy the next "it" pitcher for the Boston Red Sox and my client. He's immature, arrogant, sexy as sin, and the last man that's going to get into my panties. He's not used to hearing the word no from women, so I'm going to spell it out for him.

A fiancée. I'm going to Chicago to pretend to be some Italian Stallion's future wife. Why a massive hunk, boxer, and rich restaurateur needs a fake bride is beyond me. Then again, I'm not paid to know why. I'm paid $100,000 to be his escort, or in this case, the woman he's supposedly "going" to marry.

A muse. Me. The motorcycle riding, ass-kicking, concert t-shirt wearing chick from Las Vegas, is a world-renowned French artist's muse. For a month.

By the age of 30, I had suffered more tragedies in my life than anyone should ever have to experience. Even though I ran and owned a multi-billion-dollar enterprise that I saved from bankruptcy, had more money than I could spend, and lived in a high-rise penthouse on Fifth Avenue, my life was still desolate and empty. I closed off my heart and myself to everyone. This was my life until a woman named Zoey Benson crossed my path. For the first time in over five years, I felt something. A feeling that I had long buried deep inside me. A feeling I never wanted to experience again.

Reed Lockhard loves his single life. Even after joining Covington Security, he’s still known as the viral sensation, San Francisco’s Hot Cop. His nights are never lonely, and the gorgeous redhead who catches his eye from across the bar promises an unforgettable one.

A woman will do a lot to keep her husband happy. But when my husband sells me to the highest bidder - billionaire, former Navy SEAL, pride of Boston's business scene - I agree, not to keep him happy but because it gives me the chance to finally escape. Escape my marriage, escape my debts, escape my life... Josh Lane demands a steep price: my pride and my morals. But the truth is, I've never felt anything like what I feel for him.

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?

What are the chances that the man I shared a toe-curling, name-screaming, raging-hot one-night stand with is part of the crime family that’s after me because I saw something I shouldn’t have? One hundred percent. The chances are 100 freaking percent. At least I wasn’t stupid enough to give him my real name.

Clara's gone wild. Naked. Cuffed. Caged. Is this the sweet senator's daughter I left behind? I didn't know it was her when I rushed into that room filled with flames, but I'll never let her go again. She's proposed a unique way to thank me. It could bring us both to the edge of ecstasy - or to the point of no return. Clara wants to submit. To me. Totally. Damn any limits. The very thought of it has brought me back from the dead. But a stranger is watching from the shadows. He's made us his fantasy.

I don't date hockey players. Especially not my best friend's cocky, infuriating brother—the one I can't stand. But one scorching night shattered all the rules, and now, I can't stop thinking about what we started. Gio DeLuca isn't just known for his skills on the ice—he's notorious for his hot temper and bad-boy attitude that fans love to hate. He's also the kind of sizzling hot that makes you forget your own name, with a smirk that says he knows exactly what he's doing to you.