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When Ryan suggested Nate take Collin to the wedding as his date to stir up some drama, it was the perfect chance for both of them. By the end, maybe they both would make a friend. Neither of them were expecting the sexual chemistry that sparked between them the entire weekend.

Arrogant bosshole with some dirty secrets. Sounds tempting, right? Wrong. Kirill Zaitsev is anything but tempting. Sure, he's tall and broad and muscular in all the right places. And sure, he's richer than several small countries. And yes, fine, his eyes do make me feel loopy, and he does smell like mint and musk, and there's also the way his jaw clenches when he… Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah. Bosshole. Dirty secrets. Anyway, all those things sound fine and dandy. For a little while, I thought so, too. Then I learned who Kirill really is—a killer, a tycoon, a mafia don.

Maybe I have an overactive imagination, but the hot guy next door totally gives off serial killer vibes. Why else would he know how long it takes to bleed out from a wound? Yeah, ok, so I asked, but it was research. Being an author definitely makes for some odd questions (someone had better clear my browser history when I die, that's all I'm saying). It's not like I'm stalking my hot neighbor or anything—there's nothing wrong with watching him out my window. Although I might have my own stalker (and not the cute harmless kind), which is kind of terrifying.

Rich. Confident. Motivated. Or at least I was until my father kicked me out after catching me with a one-night stand. My life is going just great. But then, I'm offered a room to rent. It's a cute place, and the man who comes with it is sexier than I know how to handle. I am only a mere mortal. I try to resist, but no matter how much my best friend warns me, I can't stay away from my brand new tattooed sexy roommate. The spark between us can't be denied. I know he feels it too. My best friend says he's trouble, but that only makes me want him more. Because let's face it, I love trouble.

Axel Hawthorne—Axe, is more monster than man. A bloodthirsty assassin with no mercy, no heart, no soul. The nightmare lurking in the underworld, my father commands. No one escapes his wrath. And now? I'm his. Trapped in his sick game of revenge. There's no escape. No hope. The Sovereign—a secret society of assassins driven by power, greed, and bloodshed—are the shadows in broad daylight, striking when you least expect it. I was born to serve them. My father's legacy is my burden. Now, his filthy greed has bound me to the deadliest Sovereign of all—The Reaper.

He's big. He's sexy. And he's hung. The first time I met Pick Revere I tried to bash his head in with a baseball bat. The second time, I kissed the ever-loving daylights out of him on a dare. For a girl who's on the lam and hiding from her cop ex, I'm failing miserably at laying low. Instead, I'm going up in delicious flames - because Pick's the hottest, roughest, toughest bad boy firefighter I've ever laid eyes (or lips) on.

His Bodyguard. His Love. Maverick, know-it-all bodyguard Farrow Keene knows publicly dating American royalty comes with a great cost. Everyone wants a piece of their relationship. And as a protective boyfriend, he’s not here for the malicious hands that grab at their love life and seek to rip them apart. But Farrow is confident. He’s confident that he could’ve never prepared for the storm to come. Keep him safe. Maximoff Hale isn’t a big fan of change. And to regain the charity CEO position he lost, he agrees to a task that he’s always rejected.

The worst part of being in love with my straight best friend is the fact he’s too oblivious to see it. Years of pining have left me exhausted, and I need a break from Dex. I need space to get over my feelings. But when his relationship falls apart and he turns to me for comfort, I cave immediately. If there’s one thing I hate more than being hurt, it’s seeing Dex struggle. I can’t leave him in a time of need, even if my friends say it’s my biggest downfall. They say Dexter Mitchale is my weakness, but if that’s true, I don’t want to be strong.

How could you love someone who wasn't who they said they were? It was impossible to let them go, even though they deserved it. Did any of us even know the real Ander Lavaro? With the mafia closing in on us, time was running out. I couldn't lose anyone else, but they had their sights set on Zavier. There was no way we'd get out of this unscathed. If Ander had been honest from the start, none of this would have happened. This was bigger than us, so it was no surprise when the street crews got involved. With them by our side, we could handle anything.

Getting kidnapped and held hostage in a human trafficker's basement was not on my bingo card. Getting rescued by a paranormal being was also not on my bingo card. (Apparently, I needed to trade in bingo cards.) The guy who took me may be dead, but I know there are more people behind the operation, and I plan to shut it down. If I need to get the help of one of the creepy glowing-eyed dudes to do it, I will. It turns out Liam is incredibly sexy and really good with technology, too. He may be great at hacking into computers, but I'm determined to hack my way into his life.

Never thought I'd see her again—Lark, my best friend's baby sis, always off-limits. Until that one reckless night five years ago when we crossed every damn line. She made it clear she wasn't into ridin' with a biker, and I get it—her brother got locked up 'cause of the club, and a lotta bad shit followed. Now, Lark's back, with eyes full of secrets and a little girl who looks way too much like me. She denies it, but every time I look into that kid's eyes, it's like starin' in the mirror.

The men of Rescue Four are known for two things: for being the best the Williamsport Fire Department has to offer and for their rugged sex appeal. Rescue Four's reputation is carried like a badge of honor among all the men, including Eric "Harvard" Kim. Eric is the unofficial leader of the Rescue Four squad, and with his quiet yet appealing demeanor, he definitely lives up to his squad's playboy ways with the women. That is, until a certain bar owner catches his eye. Eric is hit with a desire so intense and overwhelming he can do little about it except submit.

Preston and Constance Whittier have built a happy life together, with a brood of six children raised in a beautiful historic Manhattan mansion. Now, with a nearly empty nest, it’s easier than ever for the Whittiers to maintain their tradition of a solo romantic “Wintermoon” ski trip. But with this year’s trip comes tragedy, and suddenly the Whittier’s adult children find themselves reuniting in the family home without their parents for the first time ever. The eldest four are forced to put aside their personal issues and their grief to keep the family together.

Secrets are poison. They eat away at you from the inside. I doubt there’s a single person in the club that would have a problem with who I am. Keeping my mouth shut is all about my own shame. Who I am isn’t acceptable. That’s what my Fundamentalist family raised me to believe, but even after leaving home, I couldn’t be myself. Fighting against it never really became a struggle until the flirty bartender set his eyes on me.

After decades of sold-out stadiums and never-ending tours, coming home to run my family's Vermont dairy farm was supposed to be peaceful. Instead, I'm being terrorized by my devastatingly attractive neighbor who's apparently declared war on me—one "gift" at a time.

I’ve always known where I ranked in every aspect of my life. Parents? Not the favorite twin. Military? Dangerous scapegoat. Women? Practically a god—they’re welcome. Mafia? Irreplaceable member of the family. When Willow Bennett moves into our little town, I find that confidence rocked for the first time by how guarded she is. But that secretive smile and those dancing eyes keep drawing me back to her as if falling in love isn’t a danger I never wanted to put on anyone.

You’re cordially invited to the wedding of Maximoff Hale & Farrow Keene, and according to Celebrity Crush - the ceremony for this American prince and his tattooed bodyguard is going to be the event of the century. There will be no wedding crashers. There will be no drama. There will be no fighting. Everything will be perfect. Nothing will go amiss during the happiest, most anticipated occasion of the year. But then again... They don't call it the Hale Curse for nothing.

I've always dreamed of a fairytale romance, but the first time around, I kiss a troll, running straight into Grizz. He's the first man I feel free with, but we don't get to ride off into the sunset. Betrayed by the man I was supposed to marry, mourning a child I'll never hold, and marked by a brutal escape—I carry the scars of a life shattered beyond recognition. I beg Grizz to release me, but he refuses to let go, making me reconsider my picture of love. Maybe my prince charming does wear leather.

Her name's Antonia Toni Bennette (yeah, she's heard all the jokes before), and she's not a rock star. Neither are the Lillys - not yet. But the difference between being famous and being almost famous can be a single wrong note, or the start of something that'll change your life forever.

Lucas Thorn wasn't born a cheater. All it took was a single moment - say, a certain disastrous incident on the night before his wedding - and boom. Reputation destroyed forever and always. So now he owns it. He has a lady friend for every night of the week (except Sundays - God's day and all), and his rules are simple: No commitments. No exceptions. But a certain smart-mouthed, strawberry blonde vixen is about to blow that all to hell.