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I scream at the stars to abduct me. The stars take it personally. Next thing I know, I’m naked on a glowing table, slick with oil and staring into the glowing eyes of a very large, very shirtless alien warlord. His name is Raax. He says I’m his fated mate. He promises he won’t touch me until I beg. He means it. Now I’m on a spaceship fueled by orgasm energy, wrapped in thigh-hugging armor, and learning what it means to be claimed by someone who doesn’t just want my body—he wants my submission, my trust… and maybe my womb. I should be running. Instead, I’m wrapped around his ...

I don't stay anywhere long enough to leave footprints, let alone heartprints. Three months in Cherry Creek should have been just another pit stop—pour drinks, collect tips, disappear before anyone gets too close. I've perfected the art of keeping men at arm's length while serving them whiskey with a smile. Then Bronson Helm walks into Neon Jack's. Six-foot-three of pure Montana rancher wrapped in faded denim and bad intentions. Storm-gray eyes that see straight through my carefully constructed walls. And a Harley that purrs promises I shouldn't want to hear. He's everything I should run ...

For a travel influencer, a month at a luxury Italian villa should be the ultimate score. But then I meet Miles Robertson—billionaire tech mogul, maddeningly grumpy, and hot enough to melt gelato. The second we lock eyes, the chemistry is instant—and impossible to ignore. He's everything I shouldn't want: older, emotionally unavailable, and determined to keep me at arm's length. I'm everything he's been avoiding: chaotic, optimistic, and dangerously good at breaking down the walls he's built. Together in his clifftop paradise, we're spending every day pretending we don't want to tear ...

I came to Bali to get over being left at the altar. I didn't plan on falling for the mysterious stranger in the mask... One masquerade party. One night of anonymous passion. One very awkward morning when I discover my mystery man owns the entire resort—and I'm staying in the honeymoon suite. Alone. Dominic Crandall is way too good at making me forget why I swore off men forever. But when he looks at me like I'm the most fascinating woman alive instead of damaged goods, I start to think maybe taking risks isn't so dangerous after all. Until social media find us. Suddenly our private ...

I arrived at Wade Callahan’s ranch with a duffel bag and nowhere else to go. I wasn’t just running—I was hiding. From the ex-boyfriend who sent messages that curled into threats. Wade was my last resort. My mother’s preacher. He gives me a room. Food. Rules. And a warning in his voice every time our eyes meet. He tells me he’s not holy anymore. That he left the pulpit behind, along with whatever pieces of goodness he used to believe in. I see it in his eyes—that quiet, simmering need to protect, to possess, to keep me. And maybe I want to be kept. Because I didn’t just come ...

I’m one airline ticket away from missing my cousin’s wedding in the Maldives. Cue full-blown airport meltdown… until billionaire Elijah Anderson steps in. He’s older. Gorgeous. Grumpy. And wildly out of my league. Definitely not the type to help a stranger in crisis—yet somehow, he buys me a first-class ticket and a seven-night stay in an impossibly luxurious ocean villa... Just to help. But nothing about Elijah feels casual. Not the way he watches me like he’s already undressing me. And definitely not the tension crackling between us every time we’re alone. He lives in a ...

My car spinning out on an icy Minnesota road two days before Christmas? Not how I planned to spend my holiday. Getting rescued by a devastatingly gorgeous stranger in a G-Wagon who just happens to be Jayden Franklin—star NFL quarterback and the last man I should be fantasizing about? Definitely not part of the plan. But when the blizzard strands me at his remote cabin, every responsible thought I've ever had melts away. One night becomes one perfect, steamy night. His hands on my skin. His body claiming mine while snow falls around us. A connection so intense it terrifies me. I've known ...

Chloe I was just there to pass appetizers and not spill anything on the guests. Easy enough—until I trip (literally) into Ethan Drake. Yes, that Ethan Drake. Hollywood Hills billionaire. Ridiculously hot. Ridiculously sinful. And now? Ridiculously obsessed with me. I’m curvy, sarcastic, and absolutely not looking to be anyone’s flavor of the week… But he’s not playing by normal rules. He’s playing dirty—and I might be into it. Ethan She was supposed to blend into the background. Just the hired help. Just another party. Instead, Chloe Maddox walked in with curves that could ...

One night changes everything. I think I know the man I’m dating. I think I know my life, my world, myself. I’m wrong. Because when Mikhail’s face begins to distort and his claws slice across my skin, everything I believe shatters in an instant. Werewolves are real. And one of them is trying to kill me. Benjamin Kaiser is the one who saves me—towering strength, rough heat, amber eyes that don’t just look at me… they claim me. He’s an alpha, all command and primal certainty, and he tells me I’m his mate. I don’t understand the bond humming under my skin, thrumming in my ...

I was supposed to marry the man my daddy approved of. Instead, I spent the night in the arms of the cowboy who wants to put a baby in me. Holden Cross isn’t gentle. He’s not polite. He’s older, rougher, and twice as dangerous when he decides something belongs to him. And now… that something is me. I should’ve gone home. I should’ve remembered the fiancé waiting for me. Instead, I stayed. One night turned into two, and now every time Holden touches me, I forget the life I was supposed to have. He talks about keeping me, about filling me deep and keeping me there until I’m ...

I'm back in Millbrook Texas for one summer—helping Dad with his veterinary clinic while taking a break from grad school. What I didn't expect was spending my days elbow-deep in horse rehabilitation with the same arrogant bull rider who humiliated me at the county fair seven years ago. Tucker Conway is still infuriatingly hot, still rides bulls like he has a death wish, and still thinks his charming smile can get him out of anything. Now he's Dad's most important client, and I'm the only one qualified to oversee his high-profile animal rehab program. We're stuck working together all summer...

I didn’t come to Colt McCrae’s ranch by accident. I answered the job ad—no details, no promises—because something about it felt like my last shot at building a life I didn’t have to run from. What I didn’t expect? Colt himself. Dark, dominant, and twice my age, with a stare that strips me bare and a voice that makes my thighs press together. He says he’s not looking for a wife... except he wants a baby... from me. I should tell him no. Instead, I let him touch me when I've never been touched before. And the way he touches me… makes me want to be ruined. He says he won’t ...

I used to be somebody. Country music star, platinum albums, sold-out tours—until I publicly called out Nashville’s golden boy for stealing my songs and watched my entire career implode on live television. Now I'm hiding out in Millbrook, Texas, where I've just inherited half of The Dusty Boot, the struggling venue where I first fell in love with music. The catch? My business partner is Gage Travis—the boy I left behind ten years ago, who's grown into the kind of man that makes smart women do stupid things. We have six weeks to save The Dusty Boot from corporate developers who want to ...

I crash my ATV into a mountain man's outhouse, and somehow I'm the one who ends up screwed. One wrong turn on my way to a wellness retreat, and I'm face-to-face with six feet of muscle-wrapped fury who looks like he could bench press a redwood. Rafe Jensen is everything I avoid in men: grumpy, antisocial, and completely immune to my snarky jabs. He's also annoyingly gorgeous, makes coffee that could wake the dead, and has hands that know exactly how to... build things. When a storm traps us together, he strikes a deal: I help rebuild what I destroyed, or I can hike back to civilization ...

He's supposed to be my enemy. So why can't I keep my hands off him? I came to this mountain lodge desperate—one last chance to save my dying business. What I found was Reed Garnet: all sharp jawline, piercing green eyes, and the kind of confidence that makes my thighs clench. He owns the property I need. He wants me gone. We can't stand each other. Then the blizzard traps us together. One kiss against the wall turns into his hands in my hair, my legs around his waist, both of us burning up in a lodge buried in snow. We tell ourselves it's just physical. Just temporary. Just until the ...

Evie My bookstore is quiet, cozy, and billionaire-free—until Mason York shows up. He’s rich, rude, and ridiculously hot. Worse? I think he’s the anonymous guy I’ve been sexting at night. Smart. Dirty. Weirdly sweet. If he’s really StrangerPen007… I’ve already told him everything I want… And now he’s looking at me like he plans to deliver. Mason Evie is curves wrapped up in fire and sarcasm. I came to buy a building. Instead, I found the woman who’s been driving me wild through a screen. She says I can’t have her? Too late. She’s already mine.

He's been watching me. And I had no idea. I thought I was safe on my isolated farm. Thought three years was enough distance from the man who hurt me. Thought I'd finally found peace in the quiet countryside, selling vegetables and living alone. Then I found the watch on my doorstep. The watch I gave him. Engraved with a promise I should never have made: All my time is yours. Doran Macky didn't just find me—he's been studying me. Learning me. Waiting in the shadows while I convinced myself I was free. When he finally arrives on my doorstep, I should call the police. Should run. Should do ...

He's my best friend. My quarterback. And the one man I want. I've spent nine years in the friend zone with Scott Crawford—watching him dominate on the field, celebrating his victories, pretending I don't notice the way his body has changed since college. Now I'm back in Chicago working sports management, and suddenly those innocent movie nights feel dangerous. One look. One touch. One kiss that changes everything. Now we're breaking every rule I've built my career on... and I'm in his bed, learning exactly what a professional athlete's stamina really means. Warning: Contains explicit ...

Three rules keep me sane at college. Perfect GPA. Always early. No hockey boys near my ice. Then Matt Gable skates in—cocky smirks, chaotic energy, and zero respect for boundaries. Our turf war begins with color-coded schedules and snarky words. His revenge? Perfectly tousled hair and built like a Greek statue. Now the school’s forcing us to co-coach a youth skating program. One ice rink. Twenty-four kids. Six weeks of barely-contained tension. I hate his mess. I hate his charm. I really hate how he brings me coffee and sees straight through my control-freak armor. We were supposed to ...

The curse might kill me. But he’ll break me first. The protector. The fixer my stepmother hired. The man who’s supposed to keep me alive until my curse runs out. On my twentieth birthday, one touch of a spindle is supposed to steal my life. A curse older than I am, carved into my family’s bloodline. My father believes it. My stepmother obsesses over it. But I don’t. I refuse to. Then Max Landers walks into my world—dark-eyed, broad-shouldered, older, and dangerous—and suddenly the curse isn’t the scariest thing anymore. He is. He’s supposed to protect me. He’s supposed to ...