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He’s my ex-boyfriend’s brother, an alpha with an old-fashioned face and a rugged demeanor. I’m the omega who’s managed to get myself stranded in the middle of nowhere with him during a snowstorm. It’s fine though. It’s not like anything’s going to happen between us. We’re both adults and we have this thing called self-control. There’s nothing to worry about. Except, there’s a trickle of warmth flowing through my veins, and things are happening in my body that I can’t explain. Wait. I’m not going into heat, am I?

She’s boho. He’s a CEO. A match that shouldn’t work, yet they’re completely gone for each other from the start. Arizona businessman and newly discovered McKay love child Gavin Daniels is awarded sole custody of his teenage daughter, Sierra. Gavin moves them to Wyoming, even if he’s...

Lily has always lived up to her preacher father’s expectations of how she should behave, but all that changes when a hot stranger walks in to her hair salon and a feral need to have him takes over her common sense. On a whim, she screws him in the supply room, caving to a desire that only grows with each kiss. When she learns he’s the billionaire alpha who wants to boot her out of her business for the sake of his own, she’s livid. But the pulse between her legs never got the memo.

Laura Peterson feels pretty bad about herself. Here she is, attending her 15th high school reunion, and all she sees are dozens of former classmates who wound up with way better husbands than she did. Oh, she loves her Richard with all her heart—if only he weren’t so boring, detached, unaffectionate, and unappreciative. Well, a short time later, Laura starts feeling a thousand percent better when her old boyfriend, Noah Campbell, ambles over to her table and starts wowing her even more than he did fifteen years ago.

Asher: Falls mein Bruder je wieder aus dem Knast kommt, werde ich ihn für den ganzen Ärger erwürgen, den er mir eingebrockt hat. Was für eine dämliche Idee, Koks in der Wohnung neben meiner zu verstecken - zu allem Überfluss Koks, das ihm nicht gehört. Natürlich ist den ursprünglichen Besitzern aufgefallen, dass es weg ist, und jetzt muss ich in die Nachbarwohnung einbrechen, um es zurückzubekommen. Dabei bin ich doch der Gute! Peyton: Der Verlag sitzt mir im Nacken, meine Lektorin ist verzweifelt und meine Testleserinnen sagen es mir schonungslos: Meine Sexszenen sind unterirdisch schlecht.