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When a naked man with amnesia shows up at my door, I have the usual theories: alien, time-traveling assassin, lost tourist who partied too hard the night before. This is New Orleans, so my money is on the last one. What doesn’t make the list? Dinosaur shifter. Something is hunting us so no time to dwell on how and why. Killian—not his real name, but Sexy Beast is a little too on the nose—is willing to take on the world for me. Which is a nice change since I’m usually to blame for everything. Just ask my mother or the New Orleans Police Department.

Maddie. I’m a sucker for nerds. So a biology professor who wears geeky ties and doesn’t realize how hot he is, puts every part of my body on high alert. It also means I’m failing his class. There’s only one way to get him out of my head so I can focus. Seduce him. Turns out that boyish innocence isn’t an act, and while Dr. Reid Emerson is a genius, there are many things he’s never learned. His eagerness to catch up takes my breath away. Will he let me be the one to teach him?

Professor Gabriel Morgan is in southern Missouri for one reason: to repair his relationship with his brother. It is definitely not to make friends or coddle the teaching assistants the university throws at him. Benjamin Carter is young, barely competent, and more trouble than he’s worth. He’s also fun and charming and stunningly beautiful.

Dr. Joshua Hamlin considers himself straight, but a persistent student, too much tequila, and a flash of red satin panties have him questioning everything. Atticus is always crushing on the wrong guy. First it was his roommate. Then his yummy but straight—and married—drama professor. Turns out Professor Hamlin isn't as straight or married as he thinks. As thing heat up between them, they realize that someone doesn't want them together and will do anything to make their point. Can Atticus and his professor find true love? Or will this need to be together cost them everything?

The straight-ish hot football coach is off limits. Detective Liam Mason is fine with that, until their arguing and fighting turns to kissing, and Liam can’t get enough.

Everyone knows Gil, a talented wide receiver for the ASU Redbirds and one of those popular guys on campus. But they don't know the real Gil: Smart. Geeky. Virgin. Gil has 12 days until Christmas. And his birthday. 12 days to lose his virginity. 12 dates to figure out his type. And one grumpy roommate reluctantly assisting him.

At sixteen, I stupidly confessed my love to Zachary Coleman, my best friend’s older brother, only to be shattered by his rejection. In the 10 years since, I’ve made it through college, stayed best friends with Susie, and moved back home to teach five-year-olds how to count and not put pencils up their nose. I’ve barely seen Zachary during this time. According to Susie, he has an aversion to fun, spending time with his family, and Christmas.

When my almost-wedding to a popular media influencer implodes and goes viral, we head to Vegas to drown our sorrows and hide from the paparazzi. Everything is under control. Right? But then I wake up naked, hungover, and married to my straight best friend. A quick annulment is the perfect solution. Until it’s not.

Act as the dude of honor for my best friend? On it. Play nice with her scheming groom? Sure. Sabotage the wedding so she doesn’t make the biggest mistake of her life? Someone has to. The only obstacle is her fierce, over-the-top wedding planner. I can’t get distracted by Zye Roessler’s sass or his kissable lips. Not when he’s fixing things faster than I can break them. We’re both determined. I want to protect my friend. And Zye needs this wedding to save his business. Not that he believes in love or marriage. I mean, neither do I. But I’m not the one making a profit from other’s mistakes.

Isaac isn't looking for Prince Charming. All he wants is a nice guy who likes kids. Preferably someone with no drama. That's not too much to ask, right?

What do I do when a drool-worthy stranger steals my car? Okay, so it’s not my car. But that’s not the important part. I’m currently hiding in the back seat from my carjacker-possible-psycho-killer, trying to ignore his sexy scent, lumberjack shoulders, and obnoxious singing. And I think he knows I’m here.

Participating in Valentine’s Day and its disturbing practice of obligatory gift-giving and forced cheer has me wanting to stab someone. And by someone, I mean my secret admirer. My obsession with you has made my life a living nightmare. And a little more interesting. This has to stop, which is the only reason I enlist the aid of out-of-work journalist Jules Woodbury. The man is irritatingly charming, undeniably gorgeous, and way too secretive. Fortunately, he’s also straight because finding this stalker is my sole focus.