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One game of poker can ruin your life. It's a lesson my older brother refused to learn. Now, it's too late. After he lost big and disappeared, his debt came knocking down my door. Now, I'm forced to bartend at a nightclub to pay for his sins—and the new owner's out to steal my soul. Gage Lawless might own me, but that doesn't mean he gets to keep me. My brother is assumed dead, but that won't stop me. I'm going to find out what happened to him, dead or alive. I'm making a list of the people responsible for his downfall—I want to see what color they bleed.

Jane prefers to never get romantically involved with either of the two men who could be the father of her child. Wesley wants to open another successful restaurant and forget all about the ménage à trois he had with Maxwell and Jane. Maxwell wants the three of them back together and will do anything to make it happen...even if means getting on his knees.

Nicky just wants to save her brother. She showed up with an envelope full of cash and a smart mouth and found herself in a den of monsters. I wish I could say I was the best of them, I wish I could protect her - but I’m far from perfect.

Jane: I’ve always been on my own. My life used to consist of nothing but work, keeping Allen out of trouble, and if I had time, sleep. Then I became their maid. Wesley: I want three things: first, Maxwell Emerson and Jane Chapman both in my bed; second, to be the best bloody chef in the country; third, to figure out how to simultaneously get the first and second things I want without any of us getting hurt.

Hockey is my life. And it's a great one. There's an endless line of women, and I get to hang with my best friend Oli. Everything is perfect until she shows up. Oli's twin sister, Flynn...hates my guts. I don't blame her. I'm part of one of the worst nights of her life. Now she's next door and seeing her every day is killing me slowly. I wonder if we can ever get back to being friends. The way she looks at me sometimes, well, let's just say my hockey stick isn't the only thing that's feeling hard these days.

The next book in the smoking hot SAINTS OF DENVER series from NYT bestselling author of the MARKED MEN series, Jay Crownover Hudson Wheeler is tired of being the nice guy. He’s ready to start living in the moment but when he meets Poppy Cruz, her sad eyes hook him in right away. Wheeler can...

Imagine…6'1", all chiseled goodness, accidentally punching you out into unconsciousness because this girl right here couldn't let the pucking douche of my ex hit the fine goalie in the face. That's exactly what happens when you decide to jump into an explosive brawl between two rival teams, thinking they'll stop if the coach's daughter gets involved.

Harvard law professor Jack Archer once balanced his professional life with the private world of dominance, surrender, and trust he shared with his wife. Since cancer stole her a year ago, finding love again - her final wish for him - is the furthest thing from his mind. From his empty house to the classroom, grief follows his every move. Until he meets a young woman with shadows in her eyes even darker than his own.

Cassie Allbright takes no prisoners. A half-Cuban ball-busting attorney, she’s too tough to admit what she wants in bed. But tough is the only way to cut it in her high-powered firm, and Cassie doesn’t need a knight in shining armor. And she definitely doesn’t need Patrick Dunham - an arrogant, chauvinistic man-whore with a knack for pissing her off.

Samantha Archer's life has hit a wall. Her world is housework, homework and reminding her husband - the biggest kid in the family - to help out at home. Once she felt confident, powerful, and sexy, but Brady doesn’t seem to notice her anymore, and now all she feels is invisible. Brady has tried being the goofy guy who stole Sam’s heart, but it’s not working. He’s losing the woman he loves and doesn’t have a clue how to fix it. He’s keeping his darkest fantasies hidden too, sure they’re not what Sam wants, and his inability to please her cuts him deeper than she knows.

A near-death experience wasn't on my hockey bingo card. But that's precisely what happened to me. One minute, I was skating desperately to save an older woman from danger. The next, I was falling through ice, barely able to make sense of anything until darkness greeted me. When I wake, stormy blue eyes greet me, pleading for a second chance. Those eyes belong to none other than Wyatt Cyrus, the latest NHL hockey recruit of the Saskatchewan Pincers.