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I won't fall for my ex, even if I move in with him…famous last words. Conned out of my business I have no other choice but to move back home to Chicago. I’m determined to rebuild everything, but I’m so broke that I can’t even afford to pay rent.

They say a soul mate only comes along once. I believe it, too. I had my chance, but it slipped away. Each day a little more of myself dies, but I pretend I’m fine. That is until I see him - the man who makes me feel alive - Garrick Shaw. Something within me changes. It’s unavoidable and unlike anything I’ve ever known. And it scares me, terrifies me. But there’s another danger lurking around the corner. Someone is conspiring to take it all away. Who are they? What do they want? Why are they after me?

She's sharp as hell, and she's also the lush little harpy who's been rubbing me wrong since we were kids. If it’d been any other damsel in distress looking to shake some unwanted attention, I'd have been the perfect fake boyfriend for all of five minutes. But Laurel brings out the bastard in me, and five minutes hardly seemed enough time to make her squirm. She wants to one-up me. But I want to win. And maybe I need a favor too.

Recovering from a pulled groin muscle isn’t exactly how I planned to spend my much-needed summer vacation. But being nursed back to health by my gorgeous friend, Bailey, who’s just graduated from medical school, doesn’t exactly sound like a hardship. She’s funny and kind, and after just being myself for the first time in a long time, I find my walls come tumbling down. But when Bailey says she’s not looking for a relationship, I’m bound and determined to be more than just the fun hookup who sprained his groin a second time - this time with her.

I never thought I’d see her again - let alone find her in the same spot I left her 10 years ago, teaching at the high school where we fell in love. I should have kept walking, but I wanted that laugh, that smile. I wanted five minutes before I got back to a life with no room for my past. One kiss was all I meant to take…but then her fingers were in my hair, her breath hot against my lips, and my hands…everywhere. Now I want more. I want her, but she only wants the guy I used to be.

After spending years wondering who she was, tattoo artist Cait Weatherby finally found her answers on the sandy shores of Silver Island. With two half sisters she never knew existed, a group of friends she adores, and a devastatingly charming admirer who flirts with her at every turn, she’s ready to figure out her next steps. The trouble is, Cait lives in the shadows of a dark past, and she can’t afford complications that might cause her to lose the family she’s only just found - complications like blue-eyed boatbuilder Brant Remington, who is as open as she is guarded.

I shouldn’t be attracted to fire captain Cameron McClain, but I am. He’s too old for me, too alpha for my tastes, and too bossy in the bedroom. Though I have to admit he knows exactly how to use his...firehose. I’m not interested in a forever kind of relationship, but he’s down for whatever I’m willing to give. Our arrangement is perfect. At least that's how it begins. I never wanted the happily ever after, but he’s just so tempting. The smart choice would be to end things before they combust, but for some reason I can’t push Cam away.

Off-limits. That’s what Jude is to me. My older brother doesn’t trust me with his player of a best friend, which is totally fine, because I’m not interested. As Jude and I reluctantly become friends, I start to see that there’s more to him than others notice. But I still won’t go there, not when I have a crush on someone else. But Jude’s the perfect person to help show me the ropes when it comes to the opposite sex, besides it’s not like he’ll get attached to me. Except he does. And the thing about broken boys? They’re way too easy to fall for.

One night. No strings. And a really good puck. Five years ago, Astrid O’Malley experienced the ultimate in public humiliation. Being dumped at the altar by her childhood sweetheart was horrifying enough. That fact that he was a professional hockey goalie and her dad was his coach? It was all anyone in sports could talk about.

Some women are just forbidden. Like - off the top of my head - my sister's lifelong best friend. Sis has made it patently clear that Vanessa is hands-off, as in keep my ladies' man paws far away from her clever, go-getter best friend who's ready for the real deal. That should be an easy guideline to follow, except Vanessa is deliciously flirty and easy to talk to and laughs at my jokes. Translation - my libido has been craving her many, many years. So many that we might have stolen a kiss or two. Can you say pent-up, crazy, raw desire?

Desire. Dominance. Sex. Ethan Holt is in the business of all three. He believes that any fantasy can be created and that any kink should be explored. Why wouldn’t he, when he has several of his own? Control. Ethan has to have it. In his job at The Office. In his relationship with Zayne. He's very particular on who he lets in his world, and even more so on who he lets in his bed. After all, he’s not the only one who sleeps in it.

When Olivia Anderson gets left at the altar, she decides to do what all modern women do—hit up Google. When a couple of searches land her in a support group for jilted brides, she immediately takes the reins and decides they all deserve revenge on their exes.

I was settin’ up to live a good life, the kinda life I’d fought hard to deserve. With a good woman - the best woman - at my side, a degree under my belt, and the whole world at my feet, I was livin’ the kinda happily ever after usually denied the rebellious and the criminal. I’d turned my back on that kinda life, thinkin’ I needed that clean, wholesome kinda happy. Then the devil came dressed in the wings of an angel and took someone from me. And I realized I was wrong. There was no clean and wholesome for a man like me with poetry in his heart and outlaw in his blood.

Nestled on the shore of the Atlantic sits Cape Hill, a small hamlet where beauty hides perversion and wealth corrupts all. And the Hale family controls every move. It’s here that Marist Northcott makes a deal with the devil to save her family, but when she sells her hand in marriage to the seductive Royce Hale, she becomes a pawn in the twisted game his family plays.

He'd been mine - until I made the biggest mistake of my life. I thought if I put enough time and distance between us, my heart could forget him. I thought wrong. Drake Foster owns my heart, my entire being. He always will. As the pieces of what happened to us begin to fall into place, I realize our relationship had been sabotaged. We'd​ been pawns​ in a game neither of us knew we were playing, and our relationship was the price we paid. Now, we must find our way together ​before it's too late.

A year ago, Jules stumbled upon the man of her dreams in a bar on New Year's Eve. After a lifetime of watching romantic comedies, she was sure she had found her soulmate. That is, until she learned he has an entire family and blocked him. A year later, she’s having the worst day she possibly could, leaving her stuck on the sidewalk outside her place in a ballet costume, watching firefighters condemn her house because of a water main break when a little girl grabs her hand and tells her she’s her Christmas wish.

I used to wonder if soul mates existed. I know now they’re real. Our love was true, raw, and deep - our connection, magical. Every day with him was a gift, and I knew it. He was my forever, yet our forever wasn’t long enough. Each second that passes without him hurts, and maybe it always will. They say that time heals all, and I hope they’re right. Perhaps time will save me, or maybe love will. When it comes to soul mates, who’s to say we get just one?

In the legal world, everyone knows my last name. So when Declan Shaw—the hottest, most ruthless, and sought-after litigator in the state—comes in to mentor my class’s mock trial, I decide not to reveal that piece of personal information. I want a one-on-one with him like I’m any other law student, especially when we go out to celebrate after class. But the one-on-one ends with us in the alley behind the bar.

Rockstars don't chase college students. But Jax Jamieson’s never followed the rules. I wonder why he's here. I wonder what took him so long. I wonder what he's going to do to me when I get off this stage.

Rhett Rauthruss is a complication I don’t want. The Valley U hockey star is newly single and has his sights set on me. He’s a walking, talking, charming distraction. His attention is the last thing I need right now. Not when I have so much to prove. I’m tired of the pity looks from teammates and coaches.