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I charge $80 an hour for platonic, therapeutic cuddling. I didn’t charge extra for becoming the tactical obsession of a special-ops werewolf unit. My name is Carmen, and I’m a professional cuddler. No funny business—just holding lonely people so they feel human again. It’s a quiet job, until I get a group booking from "The Triad." I expected three nervous tech guys. I got three wall-to-wall muscles who look like they eat rocks for breakfast. They are a tactical mercenary team, lovers who have been fighting back-to-back for a decade. They claimed they needed grounding for "combat ...

I thought I was giving a spa day to three very large, very grumpy stray dogs. Turns out, I was accidentally claiming the city’s most dangerous Alpha pack. My name is Penny, and I’m the best dog groomer in the tri-state area. I can tame a biting Chihuahua with a look and turn a matted mess into a show pony in under an hour. So, when three massive, majestic wolves wandered into my shop looking like they’d been dragged through a sewer, I didn’t call Animal Control. I called for the premium blueberry shampoo. I scrubbed them. I blow-dried them. I may have put a jaunty little bandana on ...

My clipboard is my shield. My ruler is my sword. And my new neighbors? They are going to get the biggest fine in HOA history. Hi. I’m Chloe. I’m the President of the Sunnyvale Homeowners Association. I like my hedges trimmed to exactly forty-two inches, my trash cans hidden by 8:00 AM, and my neighborhood quiet. Then three housemates bought the fixer-upper next door. They are loud. They are messy. They seem to own zero shirts between the three of them. And worst of all? They treat my perfectly manicured lawn like their personal lounging deck. I’ve cited them for "Unapproved Exterior ...

Nora came to Briarwood for peace and quiet. A new job as head librarian, a cozy apartment above the bookstore, and absolutely no distractions. Then three men walked into her life like they owned the place. Ethan is the golden retriever history teacher who volunteers for every library event—and looks way too good in rolled-up sleeves. Grayson is the grumpy author who insists on writing in the back corner and glaring at anyone but her. And Liam? Liam’s the firefighter with a wicked grin who never learned the meaning of “inside voice”… or “keep your hands to yourself.” They’re ...

She opened the door to renters. She didn’t expect to fall for the whole damn house. Sally’s plan was simple: return to Maple Hollow, fix up her late grandmother’s crumbling farmhouse, and keep to herself. What she didn’t plan on? Three very attractive tenants. One very thin set of walls. And absolutely no rules about mixing business with pleasure. Jack is the grumpy carpenter with rough hands and a habit of fixing her door… then lingering in the frame. Micah is the sweet school counselor whose quiet confidence hides a deeply filthy mouth. Dean is the tattooed mechanic who takes ...

I run a failing vegan bakery. They run a terrifying motorcycle club. The only thing we should have in common is a mutual appreciation for not being in jail. But apparently, these big bad wolves have a sudden craving for… kale? My name is Clementine, and my life is simple: save the animals, bake the muffins, and try not to go bankrupt. My café, The Grateful Bread, is a cruelty-free zone. No meat, no dairy, and definitely no leather-clad bad boys. Until the Iron Claws rolled into town. They’re six feet of muscle, road rage, and predatory instincts. They should be eating raw steaks and ...

She moved in for the peace and quiet. She stayed for the three-man welcome committee. Lena was expecting peace, quiet, and maybe a few good coffee shops when she moved to the sleepy town of Bluepine Bay. She wasn’t expecting the house next door to come with three sinfully attractive men… and zero boundaries. Cal is the flirty handyman who offers to “tighten her screws.” Reid is the broody graphic designer who prefers to communicate with his hands. Theo is the golden retriever bartender with dimples, dirty jokes, and a no-pants household policy. They’re close—really close. They ...

Josie didn’t plan to crash her car into a snowbank on her very first day in Maple Hollow. She also didn’t plan to meet three ridiculously charming roommates who seem determined to make her feel at home… and maybe a little more than that. Luke is the handyman with a crooked grin and a habit of fixing more than just broken things. Eli is the tattooed baker who smells like cinnamon rolls and trouble. Miles is the quiet one—until he isn’t—with eyes that see right through her walls. They call themselves a “pack,” a family of choice rather than blood, and for some reason, ...

When broke art-school grad Cassie Vale lands a cushy gig walking a Pomeranian named Princess Bubbles, she figures it’s easy money—until she meets the dog’s owner. Vincenzo “Vin” Moretti, fifty-four, is not what she expected. He’s tall, sharply dressed, and has a stare that could melt glass—or silence a room. The kind of man who doesn’t do small talk. Or smiles. Or, apparently, leash training. Cassie’s chatty, chaotic, and allergic to authority. Vin runs New York’s most notorious crime family with clockwork precision. Their worlds shouldn’t overlap… except for one ...

After thirty years in the business, Luca Morelli thought he’d seen it all—until the FBI dumped him in the middle of suburban New Jersey with a fake name, a manicured lawn, and a neighbor who won’t stop talking. Harper Quinn is thirty-two, a true-crime podcaster with a fondness for conspiracy theories and peppermint tea. When a brooding, broad-shouldered “retired plumber” moves in next door, she’s sure he’s hiding something. Serial killer? Spy? Secret alien overlord? She’s determined to find out. He’s determined to keep his head down. But Luca didn’t survive three decades...

When 27-year-old numbers nerd Lila Moreno accidentally files a tax return for the wrong “Anthony Russo,” she doesn’t realize she’s just triggered an audit… of the city’s most notorious crime boss. Fifty-two-year-old Tony Russo has spent three decades running his empire like a ledger—precise, ruthless, balanced. Then some chatty girl from the suburbs makes the IRS think he owes $12.4 million. Now he’s on her doorstep, larger than life and twice as dangerous, demanding she fix it. Lila’s terrified—or she should be. But Tony doesn’t expect the stubborn, sunshine-eyed ...

Three musicians. One broken-hearted songwriter. A summer that changes everything. When indie songwriter Tasha’s tour falls apart, she escapes to her late aunt’s quiet lake house to lick her wounds and figure out her next move. But peace is the last thing she finds—not with the garage band next door sending music (and temptation) through her open windows. There’s Jax, the cocky frontman with a voice made of sin. Logan, the broody guitarist whose touch could write symphonies on her skin. And sweet, wickedly talented drummer Noah, who keeps the rhythm that pulls them all together. They...