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"You gonna catch me if I fall, Becks?" I should have known those words, whispered to my best friend's brother, would come back to haunt me... But I had no idea he'd be the only one who could save me when my world threatened to come crashing down. Becket Kingston is a lot of things. Tall, dark, and deliciously handsome, he's corded muscle hidden beneath an expensive suit with eyes the color of an angry ocean and a sharp tongue good for so many things. And this future US Senator with a brain even bigger than his bank account is about to be my fake husband.

When I met Dominic Reed, I got my first taste of death and became addicted to its flavor, its potency. I died when I fell in love with him and his thunder. Now, the death staring me down isn't the pretty metaphorical kind, but the kind that chases you down until your heart gives out. All because of love. Stupid love that I didn't even understand or want, but feelings were nonconsensual little devils. Dominic had started that revelation. Blake confirmed it.

Conner Wiseman was once my only friend—until a cruel accident made him forget me. All through high school, I watched him, the boy of my dreams, longing for him to see me standing there. Then, one night, he noticed me in a big way. But only for one night. For that, I hated him. So I decided to make him hate me back. Fast forward ten years, and now Conner is the city's most beloved football hero, while I'm known as the cold-blooded heiress to my father's criminal empire.

Blake London, after finishing his cardiology fellowship, moves to Boston with a single hope: fix as many hearts as he possibly can… including his own. Considering the one woman he's ever loved—his best friend from medical school—got engaged to another man, he needs to move on. But that's easier said than done, and Delaney proves harder to escape than he expected.

Friday night: A silver fox takes control of me in a one-night stand. Monday morning: He's my new boss. He commands every ounce of energy at the party. And I submit as his icy blue gaze undresses me on sight. Fast forward to me bent over a desk in an empty office instead of twirling on the dance floor. But when the weekend's over I get the surprise of a lifetime: my domineering one-night stand is my new boss.

Has this ever happened to you? You're minding your own business after the game, buying drinks at the bar for your teammates when you overhear a woman talking on the phone. You don't know her, but she's telling her mother she's in a serious relationship with you. You decide to play along and ask her when you'll get to meet the parents. She's embarrassed and apologetic but explains she's just trying to appease her meddling mother. No harm, no foul.

The Arcana aren't just figures in a tarot deck―they're real. Terrifyingly real. That's what I learned when I found a tarot card in the snow and was yanked from my world into Towerfall. The first thing the people of this harsh, cruel realm did was try to kill me, and they probably would have succeeded if Kane hadn't taken me to his hideout in the woods and nursed me back to health.

When I met him, I didn't realize who he was. I still didn't when I let him take me back to his hotel for the night. I never expected to see him again. Until I found him on my father's couch, revealing he and I are connected in more ways than simply a one-night stand. To make it worse, he was a Saint, part of the ruling mafia family that owned the city of Redhill. I should have stayed away at that point. I had a lot at risk and my own mess to deal with, but it wasn't that easy. Not when he kept showing up, and that one night turned to two, and then three.

Nikki Satinn lives a peaceful life running a coffee shop with her best friend. Everything is going according to plan: blend in, keep minimal connections, and find happiness in the simple things. The only problem with her seemingly perfect life is that Nikki Satinn doesn't actually exist. Cam Costello, an illustrious wing of the New York Nighthawks, is a beast on the ice. Having endured enough turmoil and loss, he follows two rules: focus solely on hockey and his team, and allow no emotional attachments.

When I threw Irina Morozov over my shoulder and carried her off, it was to rescue her from a brutal bastard who didn't deserve her... but I could smell her arousal as she kicked and fought. She would have been wet and ready for me that night, but I didn't take her. I made her wait. I made her beg. When I pin her to the bed, rip her panties off, and claim her virgin body the way it was always meant to be claimed, she won't just be screaming my name with every desperate climax.

My best friend's older brother. Melter of ovaries. Destroyer of panties. And suddenly...a single dad. Guys like Jasper—I bet you know the type. The chiseled arms. The wavy hair. The melt-your-brain-cells smile. Good thing I'm a smart girl—Honey Hill's former child prodigy, to be precise. I should know better than to fall for this playboy's charm. Here's the thing, though. The man is an expert at solving my problems, and he always knows how to make me laugh. And those hands... Those big, rough mechanic hands... Oh, damn. What's that I just said about resisting his charm? Never mind.

At one time, Dominic Evans was my everything. That was before everything fell apart. My parents had warned me he wasn't the right kind of man for me and Dom proved them right. Now seventeen years later, I'm returning home. Running from my own mistakes in the form of an abusive, cheating fiancé. With my trail of bad luck, my car breaks down and Dom is the one who comes to my rescue. I hate having to rely on him, but I don't have much of a choice. Next thing I know Dominic sets up a work space for me in his garage; and finds me a job.

For centuries, Vaelor Wrynwood has kept his circle small and his love life smaller. While he once dreamed of being an artist, alive and free, that was a lifetime ago. Now, his heart belongs to his people, and there isn't room for anything—or anyone—else.

My fiancé was found dead. I was on a hunt for the beast who murdered him. I didn't mean to fall into the devil's sculpted arms. Lorenzo Duretti's touch became my obsession—his darkness, my desire. Now, I'm torn between revenge and protection. I need both. Because the baby in my womb will be bound to his father's deadly empire. Lorenzo swears he'll keep us safe, but how can I trust a ruthless killer?

Noah may have a solidified playboy reputation, but he also has a new puppy at home and a single mom for a sister who relies on him to babysit when she's busy saving lives as a doctor. The problem? Football season is quickly approaching, and Noah's worried who will fill his shoes when he's out of town winning games. The solution? Asking Gemma Briggs to move in with him. But what happens when the temporary arrangement becomes something they both want to make permanent?

In front of the world, I'm the loud, funny best friend. The perfect eldest daughter. The talented journalist. The one who plays the game but never lets her heart get involved. But underneath, I'm a mess—hiding from the one thing I fear most: love. Then I met Lorenzo Mancini, the infamous billionaire player. Writing an article about him was supposed to be just another assignment, but deal by deal, we're pulled into a game neither of us should entertain. He's not who I expected, and the more time we start to spend together, the more he makes me question everything.

I have no business getting involved with Felix Brighton. I've seen the way he moves through our small town. With his playful smiles, hypnotic eyes, and easygoing charm, women are all over him with every step he takes. Meanwhile, I'm just sweet, quiet Daphne Beaumont. Just his younger sister's best friend. Just the girl he's barely ever noticed. Until I somehow end up in more trouble than I can handle and Felix makes it his duty to swoop in and save the day.

Harmon Keyes lives by a singular motto: Family first, justice for all. It’s the creed that sustained him when he left special forces and started an ex-military motorcycle club. There, his creed drove him to put his unique skills to good use righting the wrongs left unpunished by the law. But there’s one wrong he’s been waiting years to make right and her name is Daria Sinclair. Family first. Daria’s father is Harmon’s sworn enemy—the man who destroyed his sister’s life. Justice for all. Daria is his ticket to vengeance, and her innocent nature makes her the perfect pawn in his revenge.

Willa Maren has a bookstore café, two meddling sisters, a witchy mother who swears by candle spells… and a big problem: Tate Holloway is back in town. Her first love. Her heartbreak. The boy next door, who left, is now back, looking entirely too hot in flannel. The whole town is matchmaking, her sisters are firmly on Team Tate, and even their mother, Lilith Maren, seems to stir up a love spell or two. But this time, Willa's determined to protect her heart, even if it takes every ounce of magic she's got.

I've never looked at Lyric as anything other than my wife's daughter. The deepest my attention and affections have ever run are that of any fatherly figure, but those neglected baser needs take one look too long, and my fate is suddenly sealed—especially after the "accidental" nude debacle. I figure ignoring her and staying as far away as possible will get my point across; we can't happen and I can't be attracted to her.