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The first time I met Yulian Dimitriev, it was hate at first sight. He’s brash, chaotic, and a violence-junkie. In short, everything I disregard. As heirs to two notorious mafia organizations, we were shoved together in an unorthodox setting. The more I learn about Yulian, the deeper my loathing seeps. Until I truly see the person within, and something forbidden sparks between us. But our coexistence is cut short when tragedy strikes. Yulian and I go back to our respective, parallel worlds that shouldn’t cross. But they do.

Ruby’s my best friend and bandmate. The sister of my good friend, too. Which makes her “triple off-limits” to me. I’d even say she’s like a sister to me, if it weren’t for the unbrotherly dreams I’ve had about her since age sixteen. But when Ruby drunkenly kisses me at a party to piss off her ex, the spark I’ve been working hard to snuff out for years bursts into a raging pyre. And now, I can’t stop obsessing about that kiss and yearning for another one.

I should have known everything was going to change when she walked into my tattoo shop... Timid as hell and gorgeous to the extreme. I knew better than even thinking about touching a woman like that. My life is dangerous. My calling wicked. Willing to cross any line to protect the innocent. I thought I’d never see her again until my little boy tumbled and busted his lip, and I found her working at the doctor’s office. The woman who’d taken possession of my thoughts. When it becomes clear she’s in trouble, I offer up a deal.

Sleeping with your client is bad, but what I did is even worse. When I’m sent to Ember Falls to handle a PR nightmare, I have no idea I am creating a crisis of my own. Killian Thorn is everything I know to resist—older, rugged and handsome with mesmerizing green eyes and a wicked smile—which is why instead of running from him, I end up in his bed. Forced to work together, our stolen kisses are the least of our worries because the scandal on Killian’s ranch continues to grow.

Getting pregnant after a one-night stand with my brother’s best friend was never part of the plan. We’re talking about Foster Davis here. Chicago Colts closing pitcher. The broody king of one-word answers. And the man everyone knows keeps one foot out the door. Surprisingly, when two pink lines turn my world upside down, Foster doesn’t run. He steps in, he shows up, and he insists we do this together. Pretending we’re fine is easy. Pretending this is just about the baby? Not so much. Because Foster is gentle when no one’s watching. Because he looks at me like I’m something worth protecting.

Josie Hayes is always on the run. From bad decisions. From heartbreak. From cowboys. Her latest escape was supposed to be a quiet reset at her family's cabin in Tennessee—not a reckless detour at a smoky backwoods bar and definitely not a collision with Lincoln Carter. Rugged and magnetic, he's temptation in a cowboy hat, and his slow smile makes forgetting her rules far too easy. Their connection is instant, electric, and impossible to ignore. What starts with teasing glances and lingering touches spirals into a series of nights that feel like more—too much more.

I met the love of my life at ten years old. At sixteen, I gave him my heart. Three years later he was drafted to the NHL and moved across the country. Five years after, he’s back. And he’s meeting his daughter for the first time. I still hate him. Even if my heart says that’s a lie.

Waking up in a gorgeous man’s lap definitely wasn’t on this year’s bingo card, that’s for sure. Flying halfway across the country, exhausted and on an empty stomach, is a lot. Having to do all that while realizing I’ll be away from my little girl while she’s at her dad’s is an even worse feeling. Enter Dylan. The irresistibly gorgeous man whose lap I collapsed in on my flight home. He is handsome, charming, and manages to sweet-talk me right into bed with his beautiful smile and twinkling hazel eyes. This is sooo unlike me, but I couldn’t help myself.

Raising my cousin’s three kids wasn’t in my five-year plan. Actually, it wasn’t in any plan. One minute I’m a single labor and delivery nurse living a quiet life and the next, I’m navigating guardianship hearings, meltdowns, and homework I’m pretty sure requires a math degree. Enter Hayes Carlisle. My best friend’s older brother. Chicago Colts newest catcher. And the man I once kissed and immediately pretended I didn’t. So, when the custody battle I’ve been dreading becomes a reality, I shouldn’t be surprised that Hayes swoops in with a wild idea—a fake relationship.

Growing up, Jude McCallister was the bane of my existence. My best friend. Fiercest ally. The most annoying boy in the world. At 18, the boy I loved to hate became the man I couldn’t live without. We were young. Madly in love. Invincible. Strong enough to weather any storm. Cocky enough to believe that no amount of time or distance could destroy us. When Jude finally returned home from overseas, it should have been cause for celebration. But the man I’d fallen in love with was gone, and in his place was someone I no longer recognized.

I already had a life. A future. A man I'd promised forever to. But the night I found Chase Rhodes—bleeding, broken, and more lost than I was—everything changed. I wasn't supposed to let him in. Wasn't supposed to write music with him in secret beneath the moon. What started as a quiet escape became something unstoppable. Our songs caught fire, and now the whole world knows our names. Music has a way of pulling the broken together, even when the timing is impossible and the fallout inevitable. But some hearts don't settle. Some songs were never meant to stay quiet.

Brody McCallister was only supposed to be a means to an end. My golden ticket to get me closer to what I really needed - a way to make peace with what I’d done when I was 18, dirt poor, and left to fend for myself. I only had six weeks in the middle of a hectic world tour to do it. So the last thing I needed was to fall for a cocky cowboy. A walking contradiction with a charming grin, a dirty mouth, and a gift for healing wild and broken things.

The mask she wears for the world is flawless. But I want the mess that she hides underneath. Samantha Harper is untouchable. She's the closest thing we have to royalty in my small town. Daughter of a senator. Richer than sin. Classy, elegant, and Ice cold. She's my polar opposite. And unfortunately, She's exactly my type. Too bad royalty doesn't fraternize with peasants. Until one night, Samantha Harper finds herself at my mercy, and the temptation to dirty up her flawless façade is too great.

I’ve spent my whole life proving people wrong. From foster homes to the football field, I clawed my way out, one yard at a time. And now? I’m on the verge of everything I’ve worked for. The draft. The NFL. The future I’ve always dreamed about. Except all I can think about… is her. Lyla Harding–my coach’s daughter.

Six weeks. That's how long my editor gave me to change my book from a baseball romance to one about hockey. A complete rewrite. Which is how I find myself in Montana, a thousand miles from home, researching hockey, and preparing to meet a local expert. There's one small problem. Or rather a big one. A big, grumpy problem. My expert is none other than Nick Galaxy—the single dad and hockey captain I ran into minutes after landing in Montana and made a… well, let's just say I didn't make the best first impression. Neither did he, for that matter.

They call this place Oasis, and he's the doctor in charge. He thinks he can save me. Heal me. Catch me if I fall... Yeah, right. Dr. Leo Chastain is a mouthwatering distraction. For that reason alone, I'm inclined to play his game. He doesn't know I'm incapable of emotions that come naturally to others - Fear, compassion, love... I might be a sociopath.

Growing up, Wilder Ashburn was the hero I worshipped. I was the pigtailed pest who never left him alone. Everything changed the day I gave him a poem. For the first time, he saw me...And then he reached for his guitar. From that moment on, we were entangled. Bound by music and a shared dream. Along the way, we made vows: To always stay the same, To never let anything come between us, And above all, to never, ever fall in love.

Being a female mechanic has it’s flaws. The sweet-talking hockey player who thinks I’m here to flirt with him instead of fix his car is proof. Thanks to my broken heart, Chance McLanely’s crystal blue eyes and charming smiles don’t—ahem—barely affect me. I fix his flashy Lamborghini, drop him off and expect to never see him again. Except he’s at my garage the next day, asking me to jumpstart his career instead of his car.

Being raised in a pack, I grew up knowing exactly what I wanted. A place where I'd belong, where I'd be loved and safe. So the night I smack pasta-first into a tall, scowling alpha who smells like he could be mine, I think I've finally found my happily ever after. A pack of strong, devoted alphas and a life full of warmth and protection. I should have known better. Instead of a fairytale, I walk straight into a pack on the verge of falling apart. Landon, Ronan, Jasper, and Dash may be some of the biggest names in professional hockey, yet off the ice, they're barely holding it together.

Some people come to the city of sin for gambling and partying—I did one better and left as Mrs. Travis Bennett. My annoyingly handsome and charming neighbor has been asking me out for weeks. After nearly costing me my gymnastics career, I've tried to stay far away from the hot, cocky hockey player. And now I'm legally bound to him. When the media gets wind of our whirlwind romance, we agree to stay married until my season starts to avoid a PR nightmare. I think it's a mistake. He thinks it's fate. And he's doing everything he can to prove me wrong.