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An overprotective law man meets a feisty red head in a friends to lovers protector romance. He lives to enforce the law. But he’ll break every rule to protect her. Nick Clark: A killer has resurfaced, and I’ll break every rule in the book to protect beautiful, scarred Meadow. Because I’ve done the most dangerous, most distracting thing an agent can do. I’ve fallen for her. Meadow Holiday: I don’t believe in fairy tales. Not after an attack left me a half a woman. But when Nick swears to protect me from my worst nightmare, his charm cracks my resolve to guard myself.

I walked down the aisle in white—ready to marry the mafia prince. I walked out the wife of his father, the king. I trembled when the ruthless monster claimed my innocence. Now I ache for the touch I was raised to fear. They said it was for my family. For honor. For survival. That Matteo Davacalli would protect me. But he is cruel. Silent. Distant. Built like a god. Broken like a man. He looked at me like I was his salvation—a reprieve from his sins, or an escape from the love that still owns his heart.

Hey, it's your girl Von again. Remember when I said hunting down those two Accardi heirs would be a piece of cake? Well… I found one of them, only to realize he's a guy I hit and quit two years ago. What's even worse is the fact that I still remember him. I never remember my flings. I'm the girl who scratches the itch and moves on. Of all the itches, why did it have to be a clingy one? This maniac says we're soul mates. Ha! Yeah, right.

I kept smiling when I caught my fiancé coming down my sister’s chimney on Christmas Eve. I gave polite congratulations when they got engaged. And I even offered to help decorate for their Christmas wedding despite the fact that was supposed to be my dream wedding. But when my sister cuts up my great-grandmother’s one-hundred-year-old wedding dress and turns it into a skank show, even though that was the dress I was going to wear on my wedding day? Well, this elf is torching down the North Pole.

When she was sixteen, I stole her innocence. When she was seventeen, I convinced my cousin to break up with her so I could dry her tears and promise I’d never leave her. When she was eighteen, a terrible accident scarred my face. I couldn’t sentence her to a life with a hideous monster, so when she left town to chase her dreams, I watched her go.

I'm willing to admit that I shouldn't read spicy scenes in public. But in my defense, the opportunity rarely rises elsewhere. As a single mom and farm owner, my time is stretched thinner than horse hair. Besides, I'd reached a pivotal peak in the story and couldn't put it down. That is, until someone bumps into me. My phone launches into the air like a base hit, but the device is caught before smashing into the ground. It comes as no surprise, considering the guy is a professional baseball star.

Renzo Lombardi, the notoriously ruthless leader of an organized crime family, sees the chance to end the feud with his rivals, the Costa family, demanding a ceasefire in the form of a marriage contract. Lore Costa, the shy, sweet princess of the Costa family, goes against her family's wishes and finds herself thrust into a new world when she agrees to marry Renzo, her secret infatuation.

Firefighter Brice Lancaster lived his life by a set of rules: No commitments, no attachments, no promises. Three rules that were easy to follow—rules that kept his heart safe, rules that should’ve kept his best friend’s cousin out of his bed. So what was it about Quinn that made him lose his mind? Maybe it was her shiny midnight hair that made him forget he hated attachments. Or her emerald eyes that made him want to promise her the world. Or her sexy smile that made him insane with lust and the need to claim her innocence and keep her.

Deranged and violent. Gorgeous but frightening. I’m a businessman, so when one of my debtors offers me his fiancé in exchange for a debt settled, I figure why not? The woman will be a quick sell. Repayment comes in the form of a beautiful but haunted young woman. The light in her tempts the darkness inside of me. Teases it, tortures it. I want to hurt her. I want to break her. I want to keep her. Luckily for Celia, she fails to see that there is no goodness in me.

The Army trained Lieutenant Liberty McCoy to be the best—an elite Special Forces soldier, just like her father and uncles. But nothing prepared her for the bossy, good-looking Navy SEAL who rescues her after a mission goes horribly wrong.

Like currency, I’ve become part of a transaction. Blade took me to pay off a debt. I try to tell myself, Eve, you should hate him. He’s a bad guy. But then again, I’m not a good girl. Blade’s the president of the Disciples, the notorious motorcycle club. I should be frightened, yet somehow, he doesn’t scare me. If anything, I think I scare him.

Nic is so much more than The Devil. The night of the auction changes everything. I thought I knew who he was and what was going to happen next. I had no idea how wrong I was.

Carter Lenox has two regrets: hesitating on a mission in Afghanistan with disastrous consequences, and pushing away Delaney Walker. When he gets word the love of his life is in trouble and she needs him more than ever, the decision to go home is an easy one.

Ethan Lenox became a single father at 16 when his girlfriend signed over custody of their newborn daughter and left to chase her dreams. Eight years later he’s a police officer, fiercely protective of the little girl and dedicated to his work. He’s never had time for dating and won’t allow any woman to betray his trust or abandon him again. But the intriguing woman who shows up to rent the room he’s offering has him rethinking his ideas.

DEA Agent Jason Walker became a widower at 28. Two years later he’s still torturing himself with guilt. They’d married young, and she’d been his first love, but her illness changed everything. They’d fought a losing battle and he’d held her to the very end. Now he just wants to be left alone with his misery and memories.

Hey there. I'm Von, your not-so-average girl with a flair for the unconventional. My hobbies? Oh, just the usual—beach strolls (best after serenading the fish with a symphony of a soon-to-be-dead man's scream... long story), and DIY projects. Ever cuddled a C4-stuffed pillow? No? You're missing out. My family is what I think most people would consider normal. A doting father, loving mother, twin older brothers who are a pain in my ass, the usual. Yeah, we have a family business that requires you to know how to shoot a gun, bribe officials, and pay off the cops, but everyone's family does that.

Retired military pilot Thaddeus (Nutsbe) Crushed deserves peace and quiet. If his work in tactical operations for Iniquus's Panther Force hadn't earned him that right, the fact that he lost his legs in the service of his country should've. But peace and quiet went out the window when someone threatened his beautiful new neighbor. Now, she's his to protect… and maybe love.

I clipped a shiny, new FBI badge to my belt, thinking I could save the world. Four years later, the shield’s got some dents, along with my idealism. And there’s one cold case that’s come back to haunt me.

Bullies never get what’s coming to them. No, I didn’t put poison in their food - I am a jam maker, and food is sacred. But I did plot the most epic plan of revenge. I needed to get one over on the biggest baddest high school bully and prove that I wasn’t the awkward pushover anymore, just like Weston wasn’t the obnoxious teenager anymore. Now, he was a powerful billionaire. Though he’s taller, sexier, bigger, I need to stay on my guard. I know men like Weston don’t really change. Or did he?

Beck Svensson fired me right before rent was due and in the middle of a rainstorm. That’s why he’s at the top of my hate list, along with pickles, people who steal other people’s lunches out of the office fridge, and trying to fold a fitted sheet. But you know what? It’s fine - totally fine. It’s freedom! I could do anything! I could start a bakery or farm the mushrooms growing in my soggy apartment carpet. Or I could just show up at the temp office at hate o’clock in the morning for a new assistant job.