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There's a new mechanic in town. Dom Salvatore. Tall, serious, intense. A loner. Exactly what he wants to be. Until he meets her. Cherry Gallagher. Independent. Stubborn. Sexy as hell. And not interested. Or is she? What happens when two lonely people open up and discover there is more to life than being alone?

When he unwittingly puts an innocent woman in danger, he does something he never planned. Becomes involved. He didn’t anticipate the feelings Effie Warner brought out in him. He didn’t expect the woman he rescued to become his world. All he knows is that he’ll burn down the city to keep her safe. No matter the consequences.

Ronnie Ashford needs a distraction. In the morning, she has to offer arrogant, conventional Jack Crews a job and convince him not to take it. She doesn’t need anyone’s help, thank you very much. But tonight is all about the tall, sexy stranger who just walked in the bar - and all the delicious trouble they could get into together. Too bad just as things are heating up between them, he whispers the three little words that destroy everything: “I’m Jack Crews.”

Finn O’Reilly is stern, powerful, and confident. He oversees his hotel and his syndicate with a commanding presence and leadership, knowing any weakness could be used against him. And he has none. Except Una Murphy. The woman he lost his heart to and still loves, even though she wants nothing to do with him.

Up there, behind those high walls, hundreds of Vanirdøtur huddle together to keep safe from the enemy. So the Viking occupation begins. Norse voices rise into the air as Gofraid's army settles in for the long haul, forming a siege camp full of thousands of cursed men. Tamsin and her Dubliners must scheme to break the siege apart. It seems impossible; she is just one Vanirdottir amidst this roiling mass of warriors, and her Dubliners are few.

On one unforgettable afternoon, a simple fluke kept Carly Stewart out of her crazy ex’s reach...landing her best friend in his clutches instead. It’s been months since the events of that day, when her friend was rescued and her ex, Shawn, died, yet the police are no closer to discovering who his accomplice was. And Carly is no closer to reclaiming her life, hiding in her apartment in distress, flinching at every noise and shadow. Her only saving grace is Jag, the Navy SEAL who’s kept her from completely losing herself to the terror.

The moment that Caro wakes up, she knows that she’s not alone. One thump-thump from the living room and she quickly moves into action. One 9-1-1 call later, and she’s ready to defend herself. Only, she gets more than she bargains for when she steps out into her living room and comes face to face with a living, breathing nightmare. And isn’t it just fitting that the man that saves her by coming down the chimney with a large black gun in his hand is named Saint Nicholas?

Genevieve is a lawyer, not a babysitter. She is just about to become a full barrister, a British litigating attorney, when her law mentor dies unexpectedly. She is shuffled off to another barrister, one who’s nothing at all like her kind and decent former mentor, and then she is assigned the office’s worst case: Arthur Finch-Hatten, six feet and four inches of ripped, loaded, hot English nobleman who is wasting his life and his inherited estate so audaciously that his younger brother is suing him for control of their family’s earldom.

Bonnie Drummond is from the wrong side of the tracks, raised in a family of liars and criminals. No matter how hard she tries to stay on the straight and narrow, she always finds herself sucked back into the family drama, forced to sacrifice everything she’s earned to protect her family. But this time they've gone too far—crossed the wrong people—and to save them, she'll have to put her life on the line. Roman Kozlov, enforcer for a New Orleans mafiya family, is the poster child for the life Bonnie is struggling to escape. But he's also as alluring as he is dangerous.

Rhett Rauthruss is a complication I don’t want. The Valley U hockey star is newly single and has his sights set on me. He’s a walking, talking, charming distraction. His attention is the last thing I need right now. Not when I have so much to prove. I’m tired of the pity looks from teammates and coaches.

Some faceless international billionaire owns the company where I work. They say he’s a notorious rake. A jet-set bad boy. And…oops! I may have imitated him after a company wide conference call…which he heard, thanks to an unfortunate butt-dial.

The minute Josh Faraday meets feisty, vivacious Kat Morgan, he wants her. Not for a relationship, of course. He doesn’t do those. He wants her in his bed. But, to his shock and extreme frustration, Kat won’t play by Josh’s rules like all the others. No, this stubborn woman declares she won't so much as kiss Josh until he divulges some highly personal information.... But it's something Josh has never told anyone, and won't be telling Kat. Not over his dead body, no matter how gorgeous and sexy she is.

If Renn Brewer would’ve asked me to marry him, I would’ve said no. Why? One, his reputation precedes him. His name is in the headlines at least once a month. Two, he’s not just my brother’s best friend. They’re teammates. And three, I’m in my self-care era. Unfortunately, a version of me equates self-care with bad choices.

The first time Ryder James broke my heart, I was fifteen and fearless. The second time he broke my heart, I was eighteen and jaded. Both times, I fell for him effortlessly. Falling is easy. Our landings are hard. Painful. We were a sad song with a slow melody. Flowers with paper petals. Hidden letters with visible tears. A beautiful tragedy. Except tragedies have endings. Our story just . . . stopped. Seven years later, I still have more questions than answers. Questions I'm too proud to ask after almost a decade of silence.

Good with his hands, be it crafting a piece of wood, playing his guitar, or pleasing a lover - he excels at them all. Friendly, flirty, and talented, he's cool under pressure, and hot everywhere else. But he keeps his heart closed, even as his interest and emotions are tested. Olivia Rourke works alongside him at BAM. Talented, private, and intriguing, she touches something inside him he can't deny. He wants to know her. In every possible way. He wants her to know him. Her past tells her to stay clear. Van is everything that she wants, and exactly what she cannot have.

In truth, it probably didn’t help that I showed up dressed like an elf but that’s a story for another time. Our start was rocky at best which is why it’s so frustrating that I can’t stop thinking about his sexy British accent. Or the way his chest and arms fill out his suit. Or his perfect hair with that single streak of grey at the front.

Keane Morgan wouldn’t return any of my calls or texts, and I was pissed as hell about it. I didn’t want to drive from Seattle to L.A. with the guy any more than he wanted to drive with me, but I had no frickin’ choice in the matter—at least, not if I wanted to use his brother Dax’s coveted parking spot at UCLA. Okay, so it turned out Keane was objectively gorgeous, and, fine, pretty funny, too. But did he have to be so damned in love with himself? I mean, jeez, the cocky way he flashed those dimples was just so orchestrated.

Sandy Preston has been den mother, friend, confidante, and the guiding force behind the men of BAM for years. Now they have new lives, and hers has drastically changed. Can she move on and find love a second time around? Will the men she considers family accept the changes?

In the first book of the ABC Corp series, and the next generation of Vested Interest, Grace VanRyan has her life mapped out: law school, a career with ABC, and a bright future ahead of her. Until Jaxson Richards steps into the picture. He’s everything she hadn't planned for. Older, sexy, off-limits. And her new boss. When the passion between them explodes, will her life blow up along with it?

What a disaster! I only just made my flight to New York to help my uncle, and the phone I'm holding is not mine! It seems to belong to some commitment-phobic serial dater who's never made it past four dates (according to the constant notifications he's getting from his fake dating profile).... And worse? I have a sinking feeling it's that hot suit-monkey with the arctic grey eyes I just had a run-in with at the airport. Somehow, I have to persuade him not to get a new phone until I get back. My whole life is on that phone. I knew I should have backed it up. It's only a few days. Surely, we can handle it.