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When I was eleven, my family moved next door to his. When I was thirteen, he was my first crush. When I was sixteen, we fell for each other. And when I was nineteen, we broke each other's hearts. Six years later, I've landed an internship with a big-name interior designer in a new city. Unfortunately, that city just so happens to be the one he plays hockey for. I thought Chicago was big enough to avoid him, until I get the surprise of a lifetime and unknowingly move in right next door.

After I caught my ex cheating, I never expected his dad to comfort me in all the right ways. But Griffin wraps me in his arms with so much warmth, the ice around my heart melts. Kissing my ex's dad... It's definitely landing me on Santa's naughty list.

I should've never sexted him. It was an accident. A mistake. I thought I was sexting a random number. But by the time I realized it was him … It was already too late. Because Damien Zaitsev isn't just my boss. He's my silver fox Bratva boss. And the devil in a designer suit. He's the filthy rich billionaire driving me insane with his dirty words. His silent commands. His whispered promises. Sexting the boss was all fun and games, until I found out he's getting promoted… From Bratva boss to baby daddy.

I first met Mikhail Ivanov on a plane. He was the stormy-eyed stranger seated next to me, calming me during a bumpy flight… The silver fox who sucked the air out of my lungs and claimed my innocence. I thought it would end with the Mile High Club. I had no idea he was a ruthless Bratva boss, or that he was about to become something even more… My husband. Daddy to my twins. And when the vultures start circling... My savage protector who'll tear the whole world apart for me and my babies.

When I prayed for a miracle this holiday season, little did I know I'd get Antonio, Benedict, and Hudson for Christmas. But fairy tales only exist in swoony love stories, and soon, some scary facts come to light: My stalker ex started the fire in my bakery....

What's the best way to get over your ex? By drunk sexting his dad...and getting under him. In my defense, I thought I was texting my friend. If I knew my ex's dad was on the other side, reading every single word, I would've never sent those dirty texts. But I did. And now Elio wants more.

I didn't mean to trespass on their cabin… or for them to catch me in their shower, dripping wet. But now I'm snowed in with three irresistible triplets, and there's nothing to do but… them. Ed is the bossiest triplet. I hate how my body obeys when he barks orders at me. Ollie is the epitome of a sexy mountain man. He could charm the panties off any woman. And Artie is built like a big teddy bear. I couldn't wish for a better cuddle buddy on these stormy nights.

When I caught my fiancé cheating on me. With my maid of honor. On our wedding day. I ran away. And now I'm the nanny for three silver fox ranchers.

Liz Connors is a crime writer who is expert at digging up details even the cops couldn't find. Her lover, Detective Lieutenant Jack Lingemann, is being held without bail on a murder charge, and all Boston is crying for his head. She enlists the help of two reporters and two cop-friends to dig up information that lies buried in the annals of Cambridge history.

Freelance writer Liz Connors is receiving anonymous hate mail from some psycho. Someone she knows? When she recieves the first death threat, Liz thinks it's somebody's idea of a sick joke. When they start coming weekly and grow steadily more graphic, she admits she's a little unnerved.

Recession has visited Boston freelance writer Liz Connors with a vengeance: the magazine that is her main source of income has folded, and her financial future is looking grim. So Liz jumps at the chance when the enormously successful true-crime author Griffin Marcus hires her to research the grisly, ritualistic slayings of seven local women. Although the cops are convinced they've nailed the serial killer, Liz is not so sure.