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"After everything blew up on Christmas, Liz walked away from me, and I let her. She said she needed space and a chance to pursue her dreams. But we both knew she was running from the mess she made. Now the political campaign she used as an excuse to leave is bringing us back together, and I'm proving to her what she really needs - not just the hot nights, greedy hands, and undeniable physical chemistry. What she really needs is something real. What she really needs...is me."

Infamous Rough Riders' playboy Grant Saber has been sidelined for a bum shoulder. If he has to be off the ice for three weeks of recovery, he'll do it on his back - breaking in a new wanna-be cowgirl every night. But pressure from the team's owner and Grant’s parents land him in his hometown of Holly, North Carolina, instead. Things look up when he learns the hometown beauty who was once so out of his league is now single, and sexier than ever.

Since moving to the small Texas town, I've gotten four speeding tickets and the sheriff is tired of giving me tickets—tired of dealing with me. To keep my license, I have to go in front of a grouchy old judge and convince him I've finally learned my lesson. Oof. I get the shock of my life when I discover the judge isn't grouchy or old and I'm pretty sure his heated stare isn't all anger at my lawlessness. I might be inexperienced with men, but I'm pretty sure there are sparks flying around the courtroom as he stares down at me.

The problem with being born with expectations is the failure to live up to any. Christopher might be the antichrist, but taking over the world and leading the minions of darkness sounds like a lot of work. And while slacking is a sin his supposed dad Lucifer approves of, his lack of goals is a problem. Personally, Christopher would rather just work hard enough to make ends meet - and maybe buy a six-pack. But fate is conspiring against him.

Oil, meet water. Gasoline, meet spark. It's all-out war as two enemies go toe-to-toe in an ugly take-no-prisoners battle to prove they're the right choice to be CEO of the same company. All too soon, playing dirty in the boardroom leads to playing even dirtier in the dark. It's destined to end in personal and professional disaster. So why the hell can't they stop?

When the family dog trots in with my diaphragm in its mouth - in front of my date, his parents, and his adorable little girl - you would think I'd hit rock bottom. Wrong. Let's back this up a sec. Brendan Daniels is the sexiest man alive. The captain of the Badger's NHL team is also clever, kind, funny, and was my good friend...until we cruised out of the friend zone one weekend with a red-hot fling.

Hours of second chance romance, best friends-to-lovers, grumpy-sunshine, and dating the coach’s daughter…all in the second, oh-so-bingable, Bad Motherpuckers box set.

One brilliant smile, and my heart beat for what felt like the very first time. One night as he held my sister and sang to her, it broke. Years later, his smile is different, and I curse my heart when it beats in an all too familiar way, a way it's only ever beat for him . . . again. He was once hers, could he ever truly be mine?

When my husband Oliver died, my life ended. My purpose, my passion, my everything bled out with him on the side of the Pacific Coast Highway. Ollie was an organ donor. His eyes, his brain, his lungs, his heart...parts of my Ollie went out and saved lives. Then his heart, beating in another man's chest, found its way back to me, and I found myself faced with an impossible choice: hold on to the pain and beauty of the past and the memory of the man I loved, or reach for a bold new future.

I had one job in Silver Spoon Falls: make the hockey team, the Falcons, look good. My plan went off the rails when fists started flying at a local bar, and a Barney Fife lookalike took me to jail. Now, I'm stuck in my hotel room while my curvy lawyer tries to fix the problem. Except I need her to fix the other problem she created . . . the one that keeps popping up whenever she's around. She doesn't know it yet, but my job just changed. Now, my only goal is to win her heart.

The antichrist is supposed to rule the world, but Chris kind of told the ghost of his father-in-law he’d rather have the love of his wife. And he’d meant it...at the time. However, Chris was born with a destiny. He is the prince in waiting. The Destroyer of Nations. A failure with no magic, no armies, and now, no longer even a psychotic mother he can call upon. Is he destined for a mundane life? Good thing fate has other plans: plans that include him becoming Hell’s king.

Destiny is calling Chris, yet someone forgot to give him an instruction manual on conquering the world. Being the Antichrist is all well and good, but how is he supposed to know how to bring about Armageddon? He's still waiting for his army of minions, the glory, the riches. And where is the respect? You'd think any woman would be ecstatic at the thought of marrying the future ruler of the world. Not Isobel.

I'm nobody. I'm an orphan. A janitor. A college student. A virgin. And him? He's a god. One of the hottest action stars to ever grace the silver screen, huge and muscular and gorgeous and famous. He could have anyone in the world. Yet, despite the chasm separating my world from his, I find myself in his hotel room, and he's acting like I'm the most beautiful girl in the world. I'm not. He's everything every woman could ever want, and I'm just...me. This is a full length, stand-alone contemporary romance, set in the world of Stripped.

You'd think working for "LA's Sexiest CEO" would be fun. You don't know Jack McCann. The arrogant bosshole wants a slave, not an assistant. He barks orders, wears a perma-scowl, and demands superhuman skills in mind reading. When he humiliates me in front of the whole office, I stand up to him . . . And wait to be fired. Instead, we make out in the elevator. I should hate him. But those rock-hard abs and piercing eyes melt my resistance into a puddle. Trust me, this is purely physical. Jack the Grouch doesn't do relationships.

My ex-fiancé was a gaslighting cheater, so I broke up with him and moved to a small mountain town for a fresh start. Now I'm working as an assistant to a professional rich woman while I launch my side business offering services for women who have been trampled on in bad breakups. I love my new life, but everything changes when a smooth-talking charmer tries to steal my boss's very expensive necklace.

I was a 68 Whiskey - a combat medic. So when I hear someone shout "MEDIC!", training just kicks in. It's automatic, immediate. I don't think I even saw the guy whose leg I tended to, not really. All I saw was him. Zane Badd. His tuxedo fit him like he'd been sewn into it, and his eyes reflected the fury and the hardness of a combat veteran, but when he looked at me, he just...softened. By the time I had his brother patched, Zane and I were both covered in blood, and I knew I had to have him.

When I see the ad in the Portland Alternative's "Love Wanted" section, I can't resist the urge to respond. Yes, it's dangerous - as a star forward for the Badgers, I have a reputation to protect - but I miss the thrill of calling the shots in the bedroom, and reading that ad is the first time I've laughed in months. So I reach out to Curious Cat about the "educational" opportunity....

Publicly fighting with a man for an oversold airline seat—embarrassing! Realizing he was the quarterback for the Atlanta Arrows—awkward. Knowing he was your friend's older brother and teenage crush but didn't recognize you—humiliating. When I stormed out of the airport after throwing a temper tantrum, I never expected to cross paths with him again. All I wanted to do was put the night behind me and enjoy a martini. The last thing I expected was for him to waltz into the bar and offer me a night I couldn't refuse.

Unfortunately, being a chronic people pleaser yet wanting to make sure he keeps a solid relationship with his best friend becomes difficult when said best friend asks for a huge favor: rent the spare room in his apartment to Luke's little sister, Calla.

Jackson Hawke might be a monster, but he's Hannah's monster. They belong together and she's determined to show Jackson she can love every part of him - light and dark, cruel and gentle, lost soul and Dominant man. Jackson knows he doesn't deserve her. He is broken and twisted and wrong inside, but when Hannah touches him it feels right, he feels right in a way he hasn't in so long. Can a monster learn to become a man again? Or will dark forces claim Hannah's life before she can claim his heart?