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From USA Today best-selling author Logan Chance comes a new stand-alone about a priest and the woman who captivates him. I’m a single mother who lost custody of my son. Every night without him feels like a dagger to the heart, but I won’t give up. My ex is a lawyer and a powerhouse, someone unbeatable. I need to clean up my image, so I turn to the last place I thought would help—church. That’s where I meet Father Carmichael. Gorgeous. Untouchable. Completely forbidden. I thought I was getting my life back together, but instead, he pulls me into a dangerous game.

He's a danger on and off the track. Danger Hudson has made a career out of doing things the hard way. The tabloids have nicknamed him the 'Bad Boy of Racing' and he proves them right at every turn. Wild parties. Fast women. And even faster cars. Until his manager finally slams the brakes and hatches an absurd plan to calm the press—pretend to be engaged to Monterey Grander, the drop-dead gorgeous daughter of the team's owner.

I've always lived by one major rule, don't fall for your best friend, and this is one rule I can't break. I'm supposed to write an article about a topic so scandalous, I can't even say it. Starts with B, followed by DSM. I know nothing about the lifestyle, so I'm committed to learning the ropes—pun intended. When my best guy friend offers his help, I happily accept. Paxton Atwood might be ridiculously handsome, but we're platonic and there will be rules to follow. #1 No kissing. #2 Keep our undies on. #3 No actual boinking!

I love my life. I’m one-third of the Trifecta, only the naughtiest male revue show Sin City has ever seen. My days consist of working out, saving money, and entertaining women both on and off the stage. Until the moment Clara walks into Big Willie’s and wants nothing to do with me.

Thanks to podcaster gossip, my firm thinks I’m not a good fit for the high-profile case of my dreams. They want someone in a committed relationship. Stone Ages, right? So, I lie and mention I'm dating the charismatic billionaire, Roman Thorne—my brother's best friend and my secret crush. Dating Roman is totally off limits, but fake dating could be the answer. Finally having a reason to touch the man that stars in my fantasies without ruining our friendship is an added bonus.

I’m a merciless killer. A hitman with one last job before I can quit and do what I really want with my life. It should be simple. Go to a club, find my mark, and shoot. But when I get there, things get hard. Pun intended. It’s impossible to ignore the intense, blue eyes gazing at me from the group of women on stage being sold to the highest bidder. Something primal ignites inside me the longer I stare at her. She needs me to protect her. On a snap decision, I place a bid and before I know it I own her.

I’m engaged to a monster. One who keeps me on a very short leash. I know my days are numbered before I can call this man my husband, but I don’t mind. Because I know I have to do this. I signed up for this. Until I meet Ledger Thorne. In the clandestine corners of our world, a forbidden bond blooms between us, fueled by a longing too dangerous to name. It’s completely sinful the way he stares at me. The way he breathes my name. The way he burns for me too. To want Ledger is dangerous. A danger I can’t have any part of.

Devereaux Huxley has a problem his billions can’t fix…me. He's the owner of Club Greed, an adult club that caters to the fantasies of the rich and powerful, Devereaux’s the prime suspect when the girls employed at his club start turning up dead.

Picture this: I've got five brothers, and I'm the only girl. Standing out isn't easy. So, when I pitched my genius idea for jazzing up our family establishment, Atta Boy Brewery, you can bet he wasn't on board. Maybe he thinks I'm too much of a risk, or maybe he's just protecting his turf. The best friend? Griffin Cole, the hotshot chef and my brother's lifelong buddy. When I suggested turning a dusty storage room of the brewery into a party zone, I didn't expect Griffin to have my back. Suddenly, we're cooking up more than just great beer ideas together.

Ellis Atwood is the devil. Ok, maybe that’s too harsh. Ellis Atwood is ruining my life. First, he demolishes a perfectly good wedding trellis. Second, he destroys a gorgeous doggie wedding that I spent ages planning. (I kid you not.) Third, he makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, and that is not ok. I prefer the cold and harsh way my fiancé makes me feel so much better. (Wait, that didn’t come out right.) Fourth, and there is a fourth, he gets me all wound up and flustered.