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Before my junior year at Lincoln University, I promised myself three things. Just three. One: Actually dig into the whole sorority girl bit. Two: Stay away from athletes. Three: Seriously, stay away from athletes. When Professor Taylor posted our chem midterm partners, and I got stuck with the captain of Lincoln's Ice Hockey team, I was sure I'd be able to abide by rules two and three. After all, I was immune to Leo's whole "hottest guy on campus" thing. I grew up with him—my brother's best friend... Who I've been obsessed with since I was eight. F me.

Living by my father's rules has never been easy. Who does he think he is anyway? Jase Steel has broken every rule he tries to make me live by. The last one though, that last D, ruined my virgin skin, my relationship with my father, and changed my whole life. No Decorating. I should have listened to him...but I didn't.

Mila: The six-foot-three, two hundred pounds of lean muscle, disgustingly defined by his white tee hugging . . . all that, with a backpack slung over his bulging broad shoulder is far from innocent. He's Max Steel. He's all sorts of grown up. And he's my enemy . . . even though he doesn't know it yet.

One trip down the stairs, caused by a lone Lego, while wrapped in a towel, spewing a plethora of profanities, and my cell phone went flying. I landed on my ass, and then the ER. Between those two occurrences was a FaceTime call, placed by a bouncing phone, to the number of a man I didn’t even truly look at, who had now seen more of my body than anyone had since my Tinder days, over a year ago. Three declined calls later, I limped out the door to get myself to the ER before starting my hectic day.

I never wished on falling stars or simply dreamed of making it into the major leagues. I did the work. I made it happen. I never expected my last night out with my minor league crew would end up with us stepping in for a no-show stripper at a bachelorette party in the VIP section of Kingston's. I sure as hell didn't expect that the hottie with the pink sash and gold lettering spelling out "Bride to Be" would have me calling dibs on a woman for the first time in my life. Spoiler alert: She had no ring, she was no bride, and I knew that going...in.

Tris: When a spring flower blooms too early, it often wilts while others blossom during their proper season. That's me in a nutshell, and what eventually landed me in the nuthouse. Through necessity, I found a new passion, one that helps mask the darkness by thrusting me into the spotlight. Each show is a session, ending in a kiss meant for revenge. He broke me, and I will make sure I do the same to him.

She's the forbidden fruit, and I'm her dirty fantasy. Four years ago, she kissed me. She said she was 19. She wasn't even close. To make it even worse, she's daddy's little princess. Then, a year ago, I was hired to head a security team for her out-of-control younger sister while on a European tour with the band Foreplay. I vowed to stay away from her, becoming a shadow in the dark whenever she was around. Now she's been hired to photograph her sister's 60-day honeymoon, all around the world. She's not a little girl anymore.

He can sing, dance, and owns whatever stage he's "performing" on. His looks make him a triple threat. And he's gone viral. He is the Country Music Artist of the Year. Which means that face, those eyes, that hair, that body, and his voice are every-freaking-where. He's America's newest country sensation, and he can do no wrong. Except, he did. He totally did. And he did it to me.

I was young and naive. I thought I could save the world. I thought that protecting those around me from hurt and pain was what I was born to do. She made me feel that way. Ava Links, the little girl who was too f - king stubborn for her own good. The little girl who absorbed the hurt and pain of everyone around her and tried to bring sunshine to them all. The little girl who somehow looked at me, expecting - no, damn near demanding - I protect her.

After Logan saved London from a random club shooting, he thought nothing could ever change the course of his future with the girl he had always loved. One kiss threatened to prove him wrong. Then Logan questions his feelings...and hers when she kisses another just to hurt him. One night is all it takes to make him realize there was never a choice.

I traded my plaid skirt for a navy blazer, my religion for a red Solo cup, and finally my Bible for a bong, just to fit in. He helped me jeté from outcast to the "it girl". In becoming this new, improved version of myself, my truths became laced with lies. I thought he was my savior, but it turns out that he was really the devil in designer.

When offered the keys to the kingdom, I all but pissed on the throne. I didn't need the figurative crown to become the king, and I sure as hell didn't want anything more to do with the little queen. When the power started to shift and lives were being torn apart, justice needed to be served. Who better to serve it up...than me?

Keeka: Alone in the world after her mother's death, she tries to find the life she dreamed of as a child. Trucker: Alone in the world, the family he felt part of begins to fall apart as his dreams of being an NFL quarterback become his reality. What happens when everything you had is gone, everything you wished for seems to be in arm's reach, and your world begins to spin in circles? You fall.

They call him Tricks. To me, he was the first man I ever felt I could trust. He annihilated all the stereotypes about men rooted in me, even when he so easily fit the mold. He wasn't my type, not at all. I hated men. In my last life, anyway.

Once upon a time...I dreamed of growing up and being just like her. I dreamed of having an adoring husband, two kids, and a beautiful home where my family would come together and enjoy all of our happy ever afters. But fate had other plans. My road wasn't easy, it was heartbreaking, and she was there, in the distance, silently supporting me. When all the angst, all the pain, worked its way out, she was there too, but not how she'd always promised, she was there from an unbridgeable distance.

Once upon a time, Luke Lane loved a little, stubborn, delusional girl, and that little girl was me. My fairy tale happy ever after always included my black-haired, blue-eyed, knight in shining armor, and that knight was Luke Lane. Then I grew up and convinced myself that it wasn't a fairy tale after all. It was Fate. I twisted Fate to make her story come to life, but Fate fought back, and now I am looking at a man I still love, but he doesn't feel the same. I have to walk away.

Newly separated and on the verge of divorce, I'm not looking for love, just a happy life for my daughter and myself in Blue Valley. While visiting my college roommate, Lila, in New York City during my daughter's court appointed visit with her father, I literally run into the most attractive man I've ever seen. As if his piercing blue eyes and incredible build aren't enough to give me pause, he also has a British accent. Later that day I find myself in his presence again. He's Lila's newest client and one of the biggest rock stars in the world.

Like a storm, Marcello Effisto tore through most of his life, wreaking havoc on those who opposed him...unapologetically. When faced with keeping a promise to a dying man, to care for the person who tortured his soul, he is forced to go to the cross. Will he allow the wreckage that caused his heart to grow cold keep him on his knees, or will he rise up and allow himself to love again?

Having experienced a lifetime's amount of loss and love under the spotlight of her stepfather and stepbrother's rock and roll stardom, London Fields decides now is her time to shine. Leaving for college with a clear focus and big dreams around her musical theater major, she is ready to take on the world...under an assumed name. Protecting her identity will allow her the freedom to experience life and maybe love for the very first time. A horrible accident devastated life as Logan Links and his family knew it.

Senior year's focus should be all about securing my spot with the Brooklyn Bears. I should be skating easy. I should be… but I'm not. I'm about to make an enemy out of the one person I should be bowing to—Coach Kosta. Not my fault he hired a smoke show to be our team photographer. One with hella curves, southern charm, and impeccable taste in men—me. One who confessed she'd never given herself to anyone but trusted that I was the right man for the job. They say, "sticks over chicks," but whoever coined that phrase had obviously never met a girl like Kameron Kosta, the coach's niece.