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Josie has always been the ultimate forbidden fruit. When I first laid eyes on her, she was a tempting, wet dream that just appeared in my home. That sounds perfect, but she was there as my son's girlfriend. It also made her completely off limits. It still didn't stop me from tasting her. One touch, one taste wrapped up in a stolen moment that never should have happened marked me for life. She's my guilty secret that I've privately been obsessed with. I mean hell, it's been years and I still think about her. Now, she's back.

With a name like Sabrina, I embrace all things spooky. I love black cats, haunted houses, and crisp, fall nights that send a tingle down your spine. I never pass up a chance to celebrate Halloween, but at the dark and decadent costume party at Club Red, I might be in over my head, witch's hat and all. I've been to the male revue club before, but tonight it's full of dozens more men, mingling among the crowd, all of them so gorgeous it's scary.

To Marco (No I’m not going to add Polo), Last night was a mistake. A big mistake. Or rather should I say small? I don’t want to hurt your ego. I should have listened to your sister. You’re insufferable and rude and far too cocky. Don’t worry, I won’t be telling anyone what happened because as far as I’m concerned it never did. Please stop calling me. I do not need to come and collect my bra from you. Or the t-shirt you lent me to sleep in when I got cold. No, that one act doesn’t make you a gentleman. And no, I do not need to have your smell near me to fall asleep.

Tyler Redwood, you might be my brother’s best friend, but I find you to be insufferable, cocky, arrogant, immature, and totally annoying. You are not God’s gift to women and certainly not a gift to me. No, I don’t need you to wrap yourself in a bow. And even if you did, I would not be unwrapping it.

I would like to request more information about the assistant job I saw advertised in Sunday’s newspaper with the six-figure starting salary. I have a bachelors degree in English and many years of work experience and think I would be a good fit for the job. My questions are as follows: 1. What is the exact nature of the job? 2. Is it a strict requirement that I live with the boss? If so, can I have friends and others over? 3. The ad states there is a uniform. May I ask what sort of uniform? And why?

When Savannah Carter takes a job as a personal assistant in upstate New York, she never expected to be working for a man like Wade Hart. With his sparkling green eyes and devious smile, he is a man she both hates and adores. When their professional relationship becomes more intimate, Savannah is ecstatic until she hears a phone call that changes everything.

I'm excited when I'm given a promotion to tour manager at Club Red—until I find out I'll be crowded into a van with four alpha-hole revue dancers, trying to keep them in line while they travel to other venues. Their bodies may be physical perfection, but the men are infuriating and frustrating, and they seem intent on pushing every one of my buttons.

Two years ago, I chose him over me. Just because I was stuck in this small town, living a small-town life, didn't mean he had to be stuck, too. He had so much talent, and he was destined to do big things, but I knew he'd never leave without me. Not unless I made him. I knew it would break his heart, but it was the price I'd have to pay for his freedom.

When I’m chosen to star on the nation’s most popular reality dating show, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Being selected to star on For Keeps is a dream come true. Beautiful clothes, luxurious locations, and men--lots and lots of men. Thirty, to be exact. And it’s my job to narrow thirty down to one. Easy, right? Not when there are so many good men, and not when I start to fall in love with more than one of them.

I had no idea the Reapers Rejects MC had agreed to take me under their wing. It turned out, the club promised my father they'd keep me safe in exchange for information, and my job offer was nothing more than them keeping their end of the deal. There I was, in a place I wasn't genuinely wanted.

Sam and Stella are closer than most brothers and sisters. Born only minutes apart, they're both best friends and lifelong adversaries. Sam's not worried about who's living the better life. So what if his law degree isn't getting much use, his last relationship was a failure, and he spends most weekends hungover. Despite Stella's nagging mockery, Sam is happy.

It’s my first day at the ice cream shop and I’m nervous as all get out. I’ve never worked at a place like this. And I know I better not screw it up, because my older brother hooked me up with the job - his buddy owns the place. As it turns out, though? The hardest part of the job isn’t scooping ice cream. It’s resisting my brother’s hot friend - aka my hunky, irresistible new boss.

One look. That’s all it took. One second, and Rachel became mine. My Rachel. My reason for breathing. She doesn’t know it yet—not while she’s smiling sweetly at customers and pouring coffee like the world is soft and safe. But I know better. She needs me. She doesn’t see the way men look at her, like wolves circling something pure and untouched. She doesn’t see the dangers, but I do. And I’ll protect her from every single one of them.

Former Navy SEAL Kyan Keasley is an adrenaline junkie. His medical records are sealed. His heart, closed. His past, suffocating. All Kyan wants - needs - is to be left alone. Which means getting Ivy West, his meddling new doctor, to stay the hell out of his files. Ivy knows Kyan is trying to lie his way into a clean bill of health - and she’s having none of it. Even if she is the only one in town who won’t bend to sex-god Kyan’s will.

It was only meant to be a short trip - up to Chicago for two days and then back to Texas. At least, that was the plan until a massive snowstorm leaves me trapped in Chicago at a local hotel with no definite timeframe of when I can go back home. If that wasn’t a crazy enough turn of events - I wake up to a beautiful princess standing in my hotel room. She was definitely a sight to behold, but she’s not the least bit thrilled to see me - think Momma Bear finding Goldilocks lying in her bed type of annoyance.

Ten years ago, my four stepbrothers left without a backward glance. Now they've returned, and they're not looking at me like a little sister anymore. When I was a shy, awkward teen, my stepbrothers were my world. As my protectors and my best friends, they provided an escape from the noisy drama of our parents’ tumultuous marriage. My big brothers meant everything to me, and I thought I meant something to them. But they made it clear I didn’t when all four of them left town just after my 16th birthday without so much as a good-bye.

I have a secret. Four of them, actually. They’re big, strong, and make their living taking off their clothes for adoring fans. But they’ve been giving me private shows for free.

I started a new life in Montana and was fully prepared to leave closed doors shut, but something unexpected happened. I escorted Sydney out to Three Forks for a concert with a couple of my brothers, and there he was—the man I thought I was going to marry. Asher. He was my first love, and man I loved him religiously. I thought we were going to ride off into the sunset together . . . but life had other plans. I never thought I'd see Asher a couple of weeks later at the clubhouse, getting ready to collaborate with Sydney.

After I whistle at four brawny construction workers, they show me just how good they are with their tools.

I never knew what adoration was until she came into my life. Though, at the time I didn't see the signs. I had no idea Stiletto had any feelings for me, and then it was too late—she confessed them after I was in a relationship. I saw the pain on her face, instantly knowing I was breaking her heart. Things were awkward between us, and years passed. Then her sister called me, begging me to help look for Stiletto. I didn't know what happened, but it didn't take long to figure it out.