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My return home to my family's small town hasn't been easy, but the new contractor I hired—a struggling but strong-willed single mom—keeps stripping her clothes off on the job site, which certainly spices things up. (She swears a spider crawled under her shirt.) She also divulges she's scared of her ex and he's taking her to court for custody of their daughter. I hate to see a woman mistreated, so I step up and marry her so she has a stronger case in front of the judge. Temporarily, of course.

In retrospect, putting up a flyer advertising that I was planning to lose my v-card on camera—and was looking for a partner—wasn't the best idea I've ever had. I'm type A, the person who does all the work on the group project. I've never even thought about doing something like this, but I don't have a choice: I need fast cash so my sister can have the future she deserves.

Caliburn University isn't like other colleges. Latin is required. Dorms look like castles. And the fencing team never loses a match. It's the kind of place you have to be brilliant to get in, but insane to actually attend. Trust me—I would know. I'm coming to Caliburn to escape—escape my parents, escape the aftermath of my so-called breakdown, but mostly to escape the girl I was. Unstable. Delusional. Dangerous. All I have to do is study hard, achieve everything, and not get in any trouble, and I'll prove I'm not damaged goods. Prove I can pursue my passion without losing my mind.

Playing football is the only thing I've ever been good at and the thought of being a dad after my own is such a deadbeat terrifies me. But my son will know who I am... And June? The girl I haven't stopped thinking about for four years? I wasn't ready for her back then, and I'm not sure that's changed. I can't afford distractions. Not with my contract ending at the end of the season. So why do I invite them to live with me after a plumbing disaster destroys her apartment? Because I'm addicted. Addicted to her smiles, her curves, those damn yoga pants she wears around the house.

No woman wants a pity proposal. Just because I’m turning forty, dealing with perimenopause, and recently dumped another loser doesn’t mean I need rescuing—especially not by my best friend. But when Dallas Gamble blurts out that we’re engaged in a very public attempt at protecting me, there’s not much I can do but play along. Bless his dumb, beautiful heart. The man has always been impulsive. Protective. Flirty. And able to fill out a pair of Levi’s like nobody’s business. In no time at all, he slides a ring on my finger, moves me into his house, and swears it’s no big deal.

I, Everly Townstead, need to stop fantasizing about my brother's billionaire best friend. Should I have accidentally married the notorious charmer in Vegas? No, because his family is trying to buy my dad's company. Nothing says trust and unity between two businesses like an (accidental) marriage of convenience, right? Three reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for my fake husband: One: My brother would be furious. Two: I can't risk my heart getting broken again. Three: Cash Stafford doesn't do serious–ever. Smart girls like me don't end up with men who flirt with easy smiles.

I accidentally screwed the Alpha’s brother—and not the one whose wolf is determined I’m his mate. It’s caused just as many problems as you would think. And now I have to pick a mate. Fast. Hunter won’t be free from his wolf's obsession with me until I seal a mate bond with someone else. But that would require having feelings for someone else. It doesn’t help that I have a stalker threatening me, either. Despite the mess my life is, I have to choose a mate… but I’m already falling in love with the wolf prince I accidentally slept with.

One blizzard. One cabin. One uninvited hockey player. Ho, ho, humbug. Normally, I love Christmas. The lights, the snow, the cozy traditions. Then my parents divorced. Intent to avoid awkward holiday drama, I head to our family's secluded cabin for a nice, relaxing week alone. At least that's the plan until Ryder Hanson shows up uninvited and dressed like a serial killer.

I’m a hot-headed pro hockey player with a reputation for two things: reckless fights on the ice and a taste for older women off of it. But this time I might just be in over my head with an older single mom.

Dear Remington Parker, You may think you're the handsome prince of the law firm and I'm your dutiful wench, but I'm not here to be your plaything. Yes, you're handsome-ish. Yes, you're a partner at the firm. Yes, I'm your ugly duckling assistant. But no, I'm not desperate, and I don't want you. I have no interest in being the nanny to your newly found kid when you want to go on dates. And I have even less interest in your offer to teach me the ways of the world. In fact, after my makeover, I'm pretty sure I'll have plenty of men wanting to help me discover the joys of companionship.

A madman hurt my wolves and tried to take Elena. There isn't a layer of hell good enough for him. Once I find him, I'm going to exact justice on every single inch of his skin and soul. And then I'm going to put my broken pack back together and heal my sweet, wounded little wolf in the most delicious, depraved ways. I'm going to marry her and make her forget that the world ever held any other monster but me.

I came here to hide from heartbreak. Not fall straight into it again, times three. One cheating ex, a million shattered promises, and a heat that decided to crash down weeks early. So yeah, I'm not exactly thriving. My only plan? Hide out in a remote cabin, write my next book, and avoid Alphas forever. Instead… Boom. Fire. Cabin gone. No explanation. No warning. Just smoke, ash, and the sinking feeling that maybe it wasn't an accident. Enter three local firefighters who are way too hot, way too kind, and way too Alpha. Atlas. River. Levi.

Was it a sin to hate the dead? It was something I had pondered many times over the past ten months. Although it wasn't why I required medication to sleep at night. I wasn't truly concerned about the level of darkness that resided in my soul. It was the images of the night I had watched a bullet take down the boy I had loved most of my life. Seeing the life leave his body, the way his eyes had gone void. It haunted me. Even now that I knew he'd betrayed me. That what I thought had been real had all been a lie. Crosby Cash had been in love, alright, just not with me.

As a former professional baseball star, I'm thrown a curveball when my estranged teenage daughter lands on my doorstep during her senior year. Fresh into retirement and back in my small hometown of Blueball, I'm striking out at parenthood and desperate for coaching. Enter Shae Fletcher—once the girl next door I protected, now my daughter's sharp-tongued volleyball coach who seems to have a personal vendetta against me. Heated exchanges mask an undeniable chemistry that eventually ignites into secret late-night encounters.

When Black tries to force a ring onto my finger, I bolt. I escape the pack leader's clutches with Jonah, my best friend with benefits… who has become so much more. But then my body betrays me. My stupid wolf-shifter hormones send me spiraling into my first heat only hours after I flee. Desire blazes through my veins until it's so wild and fierce that it takes over my reality. It makes me hallucinate while I'm with Jonah and wish for things I don't want.

I love my quiet life in Leafshire Cove—early mornings, the scent of cinnamon and honey, the simple joy of kneading dough while the village slowly wakes. Everything in my world is warm, steady, safe. Except Cyrus, the dragon shifter next door. With his roguish grin and endless charm, Cyrus runs a rowdy pub, flirts shamelessly with almost everyone, and lives for adventure. Our friendship is built on teasing banter and unspoken understanding.

I don't date hockey players. Especially not my best friend's cocky, infuriating brother—the one I can't stand. But one scorching night shattered all the rules, and now, I can't stop thinking about what we started. Gio DeLuca isn't just known for his skills on the ice—he's notorious for his hot temper and bad-boy attitude that fans love to hate. He's also the kind of sizzling hot that makes you forget your own name, with a smirk that says he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

Owen Larrabee is not my soulmate. He wasn't when I confessed my love to him on his wedding day, and he isn't now. I should probably say that I wasn't the bride when that happened. I don't have the best timing. He's got a temper, he's moody, and he has a history of being misunderstood and making big mistakes. I, on the other hand, make pumpkin cupcakes, spend my Friday nights curled up with a beloved romance novel, and long to be kissed in the rain. Owen is my best friend's older, off-limits brother and the only boy I ever thought I loved.

He's a hot, shirtless hockey player…and he’s my fake date for my ex-husband’s wedding. Talk about a hot flash to beat all hot flashes. The wedding bells are ringing and my ex-husband is the groom! When my grown kids hook me up with a fake date to my ex-hubby's tropical island nuptials, I expect sun, sand, and plenty of fruity cocktails—not steamy nights with a shirtless pro hockey player!

A vampire bit me while we were making out. Now, I'm being forced to marry him. Okay, not forced. I just don't have any other options. My family is being targeted by a dangerous wolf pack, so we turned to our king for help. But he happens to be the guy I kissed. He agrees to keep us safe—for the small price of my hand in marriage. Or mating. Whatever you want to call it, he demands my future.