Military

Xander Belov would love to take a little time away from his field work hunting terrorists with the D.I.A. to train his new K9, Radar, in peace. Too bad that's not an option. Because now, he must find a way to stop a crime family from plunging the world into darkness—all while coming to terms with his attraction to a beautiful engineer who might be in league with the enemy....

Azura has to chase down a crime syndicate of lumberjacks. As bizarre as that sounds, it's her only lead to help her brother, Dr. Amos Brady, and some of her wealthiest clients. Despite her deep misgivings about nature and relaxation as a whole, she goes all in and rents a cabin in a Colorado national forest to go undercover. But when a hiking excursion goes wrong, she stumbles right into the arms of a masked man who is as terrifying as he is enticing.

Notorious charmer Kane “Demon” Fox learned the hard way that love is a liability. Since losing his wife, he's built walls no one can breach—keeping his focus on the mission and his team. Feelings are a risk he can't afford to take ever again.

It was supposed to be a mistake. A wild, reckless, never-talk-about-it-again night at Club Devil. I was the auction prize nobody expected… until three possessive cowboy brothers outbid the entire club to claim me. Mills—the grumpy eldest who commands with nothing but a stare… but hides a heart he swore he'd never risk. Tate—the silver-tongued rope master who knows how to tie a girl's body—and her heart—into knots. And West—the wicked charmer who tastes like sin and salvation… but smiles like he's never letting anyone close. We didn't swap names. We swapped everything else.

I'm a bridesmaid at a bachelorette party, minding my own business at a local bar after doing six shots of Fireball, when I realize I need to pee. In size small Spanx. I'm a large. While I wrestle with my white-spandex belly-smasher in the only bathroom, I'm holding up the whole bar from relieving itself. When the broody, tatted-up owner breaks down the door, thinking maybe I've alcohol-poisoned myself into the afterlife, my drink-addled brain decides to revisit the karate I learned around third grade. But I misfire my karate kick and hook a thigh around his waist.