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Victim. I hate that word. But it’s hard to get away from when you lived through the kind of tragedy I have. They say time heals all wounds. I call bullsh*t. Time only makes it easier to accept what you’ve become, but it doesn’t fix it. So, here I am, starting a new life, back where my old life ended. Back in Crooked Creek, Montana.

Sometimes, the people we love the most, can hurt us the worst. I know that firsthand. And this time, my abusive ex-boyfriend has finally gone too far. So I flee, searching for my own safe haven. I swear once I get to Crooked Creek, Montana things will be different, and I’ll be able to start over. But nothing is ever that easy. Terror strikes again, and I’m not sure I can handle any more — until they show up. Each man wounded in his own right, but strong enough to heal me. They rescue my soul and ignite the passion I long thought dead.

A blessing in disguise. That’s what everyone called it. But to me, finding out your best friend is screwing your boyfriend, aka the love of your life, isn’t a blessing in any way. Especially when you still have to see your ex at work every day; and he suddenly needs to "talk" about what went wrong. Yeah right. What I need right now is a distraction.

The only person I ever needed was my brother. It was us against the world, especially after our parents died. He was my rock. My life. My safe place. My home. Until they came storming in to claim me. Alex Holland and Ripper Hastings are everything a woman could want. Powerful, protective, and hotter than sin.

I’d heard the phrase a dozen times; I just never thought I’d married one. But I did - and he turned out to be far worse than I could ever imagine. It’s crazy how easily a handsome face can hide a cruel mind. I never expected my life to end up this way. Fighting every - single - day - just to survive. And I’m tired. Tired of hiding the truth. Tired of all the lies.

I’m fed up. Fed up with love...men...all of it. Why? Because, all I seem to do is attract guys who are only interested in taking my virginity than meeting my emotional needs. I’m just about to lock myself in a room with my vibrator for the rest of my days, when I agree to one last blind date. I don’t have high hopes. Not until I see him.

I always imagined that being the smart girl in college would be totally different then being the smart girl in high school. Oh, how wrong I was. Popular girls and cliques still exist in college — and they’re in the dorm next door. But I should’ve known better. I made the mistake of going to MSU, a football school that worships their athletes almost as much as they do Monday Night Football. And the jocks of this school are essentially kings. Kings, who are only good for one thing: dirty daydreams. Not that I have time for that.

Good girl. Overachiever. Reliable. That’s how everyone knows me. But for all the years I’ve spent trying to have the perfect life, I haven’t really been living. So, when I get the chance to spread my wings - I take it. This trendy new startup is the perfect place to make a name for myself, if I can actually get the job.

Codie. Good girl. Straight-A Student. Top of the class. What’s that saying? Fake it till you make it? That’s my plan for the rest of school. Work hard, steer clear of any distractions, and love can come later. A lot later. So the last thing I expect to find myself doing, is making out with a total stranger just to piss of my ex. Problem is, this stranger’s kisses have me melting like ice cream on a hot summer day. Unfortunately, he also happens to be the school’s infamous bad boy jock, Jax McGraw.

And now he's here, with his smug face and penetrating eyes, demanding my help. Yeah, right. I’ve heard the stories. He’s going all the way to the NFL, so long as he’s not put on academic probation for failing classes. Which is where I’m supposed to come in. And if it wasn’t for my boss/secret crush pleading with me to take Carter on, I’d drop him like a bad habit. I’ll do this favor and help the guy I really can’t stand, for the guy I really want to be with. And no matter how much time Carter and I spend together, there’s no way in hell I’d ever fall for him.

I’ve never been the marrying kind. I’m too busy helping my dad run the family ranch, for love or relationships. But when his health suddenly starts to fail - so does our entire livelihood. And it’s just the opportunity the slimy Lloyd Howell has been waiting for. Not only does he hire all our best hand’s away, but he’s backed me into a corner. The only way to save everything I’ve ever loved is to marry this snake of a man.

I always lived for my fantasies. At first, they were innocent ones. Stories of princesses and the princes who love them. But as I grew older, my desires changed. I wanted bad things. Forbidden things. Because my "happily-ever-after" didn’t end in a beautiful wedding and a white picket fence. No - mine was darker...naughtier. Just like in the books I loved. Books where women were treated like queens - had harems - women who couldn't choose between two princes, so she just had them both. I never imagined I’d have the chance to live out my fantasies. Until I met them.

It all started when my ex-BFF from college stole the man I loved. She’s always been perfect. Always gotten what she’s wanted - no matter the cost to others. But when she throws it in my face, in the form of a sickly sweet wedding invitation with the request for me to be her maid of honor...I decide to prove to her I’ve got the perfect life now, too. Only, I don’t. I’m a single entrepreneur, with zero wedding date prospects.

I spend my days marketing for work and my nights stalking my favorite authors. My house is full of books and bookswag, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. When I win a contest to attend a bookcon in Scotland featuring my favorite author, I expect plenty of fun and adventures to distract me from the s--t that my life has become; but what I never imagined...was meeting them. Two Scottish billionaires who look like they walked right out of a Highlander romance novel and into real life. But getting involved with your favorite author’s brother and best friend is a bad idea...right?

I have no idea where I am. Kidnapped. Beaten. Left for dead. When I finally wake up, I come face to face with them. They’re so different - and yet so much alike. They remind me that trust can be earned and that kindness can heal you. They each have their own demons, but it doesn’t change how much I want them. And together, maybe three broken souls...can share one healed love.

Lola - I almost have everything I ever wanted. But none of that comes without hard work and sacrifice. I don’t believe in luck - and the future isn’t something I leave up to chance. And now, everything is almost in line. I just need a few killer exclusives to take my career to the next level. That’s where they come in: Christopher Madden and Walter Sheppard. I expected a few encounters would lead to some good gossip, but I never expected it to lead me to a passion I never knew existed - especially when I have a "sort-of" boyfriend.

I’ve always been kind of a workaholic. Well, maybe not kind of. But when you have big ideas like I do, you can’t afford to get distracted. That is, until you meet a man like Logan X. Tall, mysterious, rich, and sexy. He funds my start-up. In exchange for my body. I have to be available to him at all hours, on beck and call. Ready to be tied up and teased. Ready to be pleasured. Being with him is the only time I feel that I can let go and be myself. It’s a no-strings-attached arrangement. But now, I’m falling for the mysterious man.

I have a secret desire. I want to be dominated - hard. But it’s not the sort of thing you can casually mention on your dating profile - unless you want a barrage of skeevy men messaging you. And as the advertising director at Women Today, I know better than to use an online want ad for my romantic appetite. So instead, I live out my dreams reading other people's fantasies. I keep telling myself that it's good enough...and it is...until I meet him. The doctor I found in our business classifieds who still makes house calls.

Are you dating anyone? It’s probably the worst question you can ask a single woman, and I get to hear it every time my family gets together. Apparently, being successful, intelligent, and independent means nothing without a partner. This year, my parent’s anniversary celebration promises to be especially awful since my youngest brother just got engaged.

It’s official. I’m so over this year. And I need an escape - like yesterday. What’s got me ready to flee? Oh you know, just a cheating lying bastard of a boyfriend and a sexist a-hole boss, who both conveniently decided that this is the week to reveal their craptastic sides. So, what’s a girl suddenly stuck with an ex-boyfriend, and an ex-boss to do? Finally, take her brother up on his offer to visit him in Australia.