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When I met Wyatt Stone, I figured the game would weave its way into my young heart and become a part of my first real love. When I married him, I assumed my life would follow the same path as my mother's—the wife of an NFL quarterback, with all the highs and lows that come along with it. But when Wyatt didn't get picked in the draft, everything changed. And Wyatt's light, however hard he fought to keep it alive, dimmed. Football has a funny way of operating in this family, though. It lingers, like the haze that hovers over my family's ranch fields in the Arizona desert horizon.

My life's defined by my long career as a quarterback. I'm determined to have a great season because I'm not sure how many I have left. But when I slam into gorgeous reporter Kelsey Cole on the sidelines, my focus on the game takes a backseat to my fascination with her. She's tiny, smart, fierce, and makes me feel young again. There's only one problem: she hates football—with good reason, too. Still, you don't become a champion quarterback without learning how to fight for what you want. Football's always come first, but Kelsey might be the one to change that.

Buried six feet under, I gasp for air. My grave fills with dirt, every minute bringing me closer to my last. My only hope of surviving is the men fighting to find me. Fuelled by secret attraction and bitter jealousy, Hawk and Chaos hate each other more than ever. Their feud needs to end if they’re going to find me in time. Meanwhile, Grayson’s job drags him deeper into the world of psychopaths and murderers, the men in his life only increasing the danger in mine.

I haven't been home for Christmas in eight years. That's about to change. This year, I'm traveling to my small hometown to convince my producer to make me the permanent host of Good Day Denver. The plan: Charm viewers by sharing my favorite family Christmas traditions and, in turn, get the likes, clicks, and shares to land the job. Not the plan: Run into my ex-boyfriend. In my house. For Christmas. Here he is, a guest of my mother, who apparently had more trouble letting go of Max Weber than I did.

I wasn’t supposed to love him. I wasn’t even supposed to acknowledge him. But my entire life, I’ve had heart-eyes for my oldest brother’s former best friend, Cortland Haven. I can’t help it that boys can be stupid, and a feud broke apart a long-time friendship and divided once-close families. Now, we’re older and wiser. And with a little over a decade age gap between us, and a divide greater than that between our families, my heart still hasn’t gotten the memo. No, that fickle organ has other plans for Cortland and me.

What happens is that you get “make out with strangers and pee in a parking lot” drunk. Tie the knot with a guy you just met. Then *allegedly* participate in depraved group activities with him and his friends in the honeymoon suite of a five-star hotel. But that’s not even the worst part.

Mine was burnt to a crisp, all because I allowed myself to fall for my brother's best friends. They turned against me and chose their friendship over me…again. The Filthy Few got what they wanted; their favor was granted, and they collected the debt in the form of my freedom and heart. I vowed to them all that night that I would end them after I claimed my rightful place as the Lordess of the Haven Saints, making myself Forever Filthy.

It's better for everyone that I disappeared. At least, my ex thought so when he left me for dead. Then Cash—my childhood best friend turned country music star—sings his heartbreak for the world, one song at a time. And somehow, I know… they're all meant for me. I tell myself none of it matters. That I can never have him. That if he knew my secret, he'd never look at me the same. Then a viper with fake lashes and even faker intentions latches onto his fame, and suddenly, my excuses don't matter. It's time to stop hiding. Time to go home.

I’ve swapped city life for small town. Designer suits for a housekeeping uniform. And don’t get me started on my lack of sleep. But I’d do it all again in a heartbeat to take care of my nephew. Now my life revolves around running hotel housekeeping at the Langston Windward and taking care of my kiddo. Oh, it also involves trying to avoid our cold, scowling, ex-military head of security. Everywhere I turn, I see Caden Castro and his muscled body and inky-black eyes. And every time I see him, he’s watching me.

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Harlow Dawson went through something terrible while working a case in Los Angeles. She fell in love. To be fair, the love part wasn’t so bad, but the betrayal left her devastated and in police custody. She returned home to decide how to move forward. One thing was for certain. Her life wouldn’t include Jensen Wiley.

I fell for the boy next door, and then my father ripped it all away from us. The first person to catch my eye in a long time is a colleague who tells me what we just did over his desk will never happen again. Then my mother calls with news from back home. I have to head back to the small town my father forced me to leave seven years ago, knowing the boy I still love will show up, too. When I finally see him, it's clear we have unfinished business. But it doesn't matter. His life is in the Vegas spotlight now, where he plays pro football and goes home to his wife.

Ten years ago, my world crumbled around me. Losing my wife turned me into a shell of a man, stuck teaching entitled Ivy League brats by day and drowning my pain in meaningless sex by night. The club has saved me countless times, until she walks into my classroom. There's something behind the pain in her eyes that pulls me in, and even though I know she's forbidden, I can't stay away, no matter how hard I try.

I knew him only as Van Gogh. A tortured artist who owned the night as he moved through the shadows, cloaked in hate and madness. He was a vicious vigilante—a serial arsonist who thrived on the fear he triggered with a single match between his tattooed knuckles. We were told to lock our doors and stay inside. I wanted to. I really did. But then I saw his eyes, burning like embers as he watched me through the smoke. And like the flames at his feet, I delighted in his attention. I became his muse. His passion. His obsession. His perfectly flawed flower. But that was years ago.

When Rachel's past catches up with her, all of Bliss is in danger. Rachel knows she should run, but how can she leave behind the love she's found with Max and Rye and the home she's built in Bliss? With her whole town behind her, Rachel is ready to make her stand. It's time for her to get back in the saddle and ride.

I've been pretending for so long it's become normal. To the average person, I have it all… a multi-million-dollar contract to play baseball, four homes, and—if I choose—my pick of any gorgeous woman on my arm. The only problem? The one woman I want—no, need—in my life completely erased me from her memory when we were only teens.

Single-dad Lincoln Foxx wants nothing to do with Faye Calloway, but when she turns up back in his small town with a dangerous agenda, he can’t stay away – in the second book in a bourbon-infused romantic suspense trilogy featuring mystery, murder and lots of spice. FEATURING DUET...

Re-released in a second edition with new content. Holly Lang has a hard time trusting men. Eight years ago, her husband tossed her aside and took her son away from her. Finding the little town of Bliss has given her a second chance at life, new friends, and sense of belonging. Unfortunately, Bliss also seems to have filled her days and nights with dreams of two beautiful men. She can’t stop thinking about the gentle but haunted Dr. Caleb Burke, and the exotic and dangerous Alexei Markov.

He's Landon Rhodes. The Renegade they call Nova. Sinfully gorgeous, broody, tatted up, professional snowboarder. They say a girl broke him once - that's why he's so reckless, so driven, so careless with his conquests. But I'm that girl. They can call me his curse all they want. He and I both know the truth - he's the one who destroyed me, and I'm too smart to let that happen again.

I didn't follow Wyatt Stone to college; I followed my heart. He just happened to be there. Against the odds, our love has only grown stronger over the last three years. Now Wyatt's entering his final college football season, only a few months away from the pro draft this spring. And despite how hard I tried to deny living the same love story as my parents, it seems I'm destined to become the wife of an NFL quarterback. Forever the cheerleader. Truthfully? I can't imagine life turning out any other way.