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I grew up in a family full of wealthy celebrities. My father, Luke Williams, is the celebrity of all celebrities. A superstar actor and producer, my father knows the downside of living in the spotlight. And because of that, he sheltered my siblings and me from everything Hollywood entailed. We didn’t attend premieres. We weren’t photographed. There were no friendships with other celebrities’ children. But now, at 25, I’m ready to start my life, working for my father’s production company in downtown Seattle—until Vaughn Barrymore walks through the door.

The Carolina Comets are currently on a record-breaking run, and I intend to keep it that way. This means the last thing I need is distractions, but my mother didn't get that memo. She's getting married, and after the fiasco I caused at her last wedding, I'm required to bring a date. That would be easy, except for one little thing: I don't date. So why is the only person I want to take a single mom who can't stand me? We're a horrible match, and it makes no sense that I'd be into her. But the more time we spend together, the more it's starting to look like this might be one game I can't win.

Damion West was the boy who stole my young heart and then broke it. That was a long time ago though and I'm not a girl susceptible to hot boys with big egos who just happen to kiss well anymore. He's the heir to West Enterprises, and notoriously loud on social media. Everyone knows Damion West. Just not like I do. But that's another story better left untold.

Ever have someone get you so well that it's like looking in a mirror? That's what I think of when I look at Liam. I might as well be looking at myself from a few months ago. Broken and jaded. But I've come out the other side, mostly, and I'm finally in a good place. I figure if I did it, so can he. So, I make it my mission to befriend him. Predictably, he doesn't make it easy. But I'm persistent. And then he suffers a minor accident. One that results in me having to give him a helping hand in ways I never expected. Ways that make me think I may not be as broken as I thought.

I’m considered the biggest playboy in Burlington, Vermont. The party boy. The guy who lives in the moment and makes decisions with no thought for the future. But people don’t know my past. They don’t know why I make the choices I do. Even my best friend doesn’t know the truth about me. Actually, there are a lot of things he doesn’t know...like the fact that I had a one-night stand with his brother last year.

As a divorced man in my thirties with a throwaway job and very few friends, I admit that I've made a lot of bad decisions over the years. Rounding out the top of that epic list was allowing my son's best friend, Quinn, to talk me into taking him on a two-week summer road trip... alone. What was supposed to be quality father-son bonding time before Joshua went off to college has somehow transpired into a battle of wills between me and his nineteen-year-old best friend. Quinn may be young, but he genuinely seems to enjoy spending time with me, something I've never experienced before.

In the small town of Shadow Hills, Tennessee, paranormals and humans coexist on charming cobblestone streets. For tourists, it's the perfect place to visit and experience Halloween all year round. But for Raegan Baker, it's home. Living among werewolves, vampires, and other beings unlike herself is perfectly normal, and besides the small town drama, Raegan's life is peaceful. She's happy working at the local bookstore, Bound & Buried, and spending time with her two best friends, Jamie and Joanna.

One date. That’s how long it takes for Marshall Harrows to end up on my bad side. Luckily, I have no plans to see the giant teddy bear again. Except when he shows up as my new roommate, I can’t escape him, and he’s just as irritating as I thought he’d be. He leaves cupboards ajar and puts empty milk cartons back in the fridge. His bedroom door is always open, I find his underwear on the laundry floor, and he has this whole bashful sweetheart thing going on that I just…can’t…stand.

I have a secret. We all have secrets. I’m nothing special. It just so happens, however, that my sworn enemy also knows my secret. He’s the absolute worst person to know this, and there’s nothing I can do about it. What he does with this information is totally out of my hands and completely in his. This is why I’ve never let anyone in. I don’t trust easily. I keep to myself. I’m closed off, angry—guarded.

Molly Marks writes Hollywood rom-coms for a living—which is how she knows “romance” is a racket. The one and only time she was naive enough to fall in love was with her high school boyfriend, Seth—who she ghosted on the eve of graduation and hasn’t seen in fifteen years.

Gavin Leonard is the worst. He lives in the best party house off campus at Valley U, overrun by jocks galore. I live next door, watching Jane Austen adaptations with my sketchbook in hand. He stays on his side of the fence. I stay on mine. Now we're accidentally on a camping trip together, but there's only one tent left. Gavin Leonard is the worst. And he's the last guy who broke my heart.

Let’s say you’re an independent, self-sufficient woman who runs the family company and you find yourself falling for your little brother’s best friend. Now, more than ever, you need to count all the reasons why you need to abandon falling.

I'm the pastor's son. He's the star quarterback for a small Kentucky high school. While the town worships him, I pray for God to take my life. He makes my life a living hell by making me his victim. This perverse game we play could end us both.

“A must-read” (Heather Gudenkauf, New York Times bestselling author) from the acclaimed author of The Main Character about a wealthy family drawn together on a South African safari, only for a series of shocking murders to rock their exclusive compound. Odelia Babel, CEO of a sustainable...

CHICAGO, SOMETIME— Two people meet in the Art Institute by chance. Prior to their encounter, he is a doctoral student who manages his destructive thoughts with compulsive calculations about time travel; she is a bipolar counterfeit artist, undergoing court-ordered psychotherapy. By the end of the story, these things will still be true. But this is not a story about endings.

Two things matter to me: hockey and getting my stick wet off the ice, if you catch my drift. But then I meet Sophie Porter. She’s the Bashers team doctor–and the daughter of my head coach. And she’s got a proposition for me: fake date so that she can set boundaries with her overprotective dad. It’s an easy “yes” for me. I’d never have a chance with this beautiful and brilliant woman in real life. She’s a good girl with a naughty streak–my weakness. She makes me feel wanted and safe.

I’ve spent six years building a life that isn’t defined by my father’s sins—a beautiful girlfriend, a thriving nonprofit, safe dreams that won’t get me into trouble. Someone with my family’s reputation can’t step out of line without drawing attention, and they definitely can’t coach professional swimmers.

My life has revolved around hockey for as long as I can remember. Early morning skates, grueling training camps, and endless road trips. There's never been distractions, no dating, and definitely no one finding out the secret I've kept to myself. I always figured I'd wait until I hung up my skates to explore my sexuality outside the rink. But they changed me. After a night out celebrating a championship win, I find myself in a hotel room with Levi Sexton, my straight teammate and son of a small-town pastor, and Kaylee Peters, the stunning bombshell my captain introduced us to.

Day one of senior year at Denwin High was not supposed to end with my thoughts consumed by the new AP Philosophy teacher. I’d impatiently waited three years to take the course, but from the moment he strode in with his sad eyes that mirrored my own, I was intrigued by only him. Dr. Sebastian Wicked.

At first, I thought it would be an easy payday. A few pew pews for bad people, a couple of suitcases of cash for me. People have done worse for an honest living. The problem is that after a couple of jobs, I’ve never actually managed to unalive someone, and not for lack of trying. Apparently, a basic requirement of a hitman is being a good shot. Despite my constant duck-ups, I’m given another name, and I very nearly follow through. Only after obliterating this guy’s ear and his fervent pleading to spare him, I’ve sent him into hiding and collected the cash anyway.