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The best way to gain confidence after years with the wrong guy? Hayden Owens—the hottest defenseman in pro hockey, my confident best friend, and my new dating coach. He’ll teach me to be a player, but convinces me to practice with him. We’ve been friends for years, but our flirting lessons and practice kisses push the bounds of friendship. We’re roommates, but sleeping in the same bed. He buys me a toy as a favor… but helps me use it. All that relationship stuff he’s always avoided? He doesn’t seem to mind it anymore.

Holly is dealing with the impending death of her grandmother and still reeling from a bad breakup. One bright spot: a Valentine’s Day card on Holly’s windshield—even if it wasn’t meant for her. An amusing mistake soon turns into a lovely exchange of anonymous notes, little acts of kindness, and a growing affection between two strangers. What happens when one of them has to say goodbye?

Er ist ihr bester Freund. Ihr Flirt-Coach. Und plötzlich alles, was sie will.

Darcy Andersen ist frisch getrennt, unsicher und bereit, endlich das Datingleben voll auszukosten. An ihrer Seite: Hayden Owens, Eishockey-Profi, attraktiver Frauenschwarm – und ihr langjähriger bester Freund. Als ihr persönlicher Wingman bringt er Darcy alles bei, was sie seiner Meinung nach über Männer wissen muss.

When you fight for so long, sometimes it's just easier to give in. I want to give in to the god before me. Sent to me from the heavens, Owen is the very definition of divine perfection. But he doesn't know my truth. If he did, he'd know that I don't belong in his world. The shame of seeing the disgust on his face when he figures it out keeps me running from him. Even though fate or destiny or something cruel keeps throwing us together. Maybe he's the motivation I need to get my shit in order. But can I do it before he figures out I'm nothing but a street rat?

If you’re a WWII aviation enthusiast and long for a sweet love story with two gay men, this one’s for you. And if those aren’t your preferred choices, then bravely dip your toes in the pond of "what if" and enjoy a great little gem on which to expand your horizons.

By late 1939, three months after declaring war on Germany, and seven before the Battle of Britain, Britain's Air Ministry realized it was going to need more fighter aircraft than Britain alone could produce. In 1938, the Air Ministry had licensed the Canadian Car and Foundry Company to build the Hawker Hurricane, powered by a Rolls-Royce Merlin 29 engine built by the Detroit automaker Packard Motor Company, under license and redesigned by them for mass production. But the Ministry knew that even with this added capacity, it was not going to be nearly enough.

I love my life. Taking care of our B&B alongside my dads fuels my soul, but I can't help wishing I had someone special too. It doesn't help that I'm attracted to men twice my age who all seem to think I'm not worth their time. Then our new chef offers to be my wingman and show me the ropes to dating. He’s straight and my age, and shouldn’t be my type. So, what's the meaning of the damn butterflies in my stomach whenever he's around?

Historical fiction of lifelong friendship and romance between two pilots who flew the P-38 Lightning and the P-51 Mustang in England during WWII, and the F-86 Sabre in the Korean War. Inspired by real events.

After the death of her father and her own serious issues, Kara Maven decides to move back to her hometown to complete her senior year at Belman University. She settles into life on campus when her world is shaken by a handsome bad boy with a knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Dominic Benenati is a half-demon Damamah, or whisperer, whose role on earth is to ensure Hell’s population thrives by pushing humans to act upon their sinful thoughts. To complicate matters, enter Cayden Adams who is an angel determined to save Kara from Dominic’s influence. But does Kara really want to be saved?

Jambrea was patient long enough. After nearly 10 years pining over a man with whom she'd spent a single night, her job set her on a collision course with two sexy cops who turned her head...and ignited her passion.

Erin Watters is her small town's resident wild child—she doesn't do boring, and after having her heart annihilated, she definitely doesn't do relationships. Her friends have other ideas, though, and when they throw down a matchmaking challenge, impulsive Erin can't ignore it. Even when the annoyingly hot Troy Streiber accepts the matchmaker role.

Air force pilot Caleb Kelly has come back home with one mission in mind: to propose to the woman whose letters and lucky charm helped him survive his deployment in Afghanistan. But when he finds their apartment empty, with a note saying she's left him, he arrives at her mother's house in rural Alabama less than a week before Kourtney is about to marry another man. Now he's out to win her heart again and gets some unexpected assistance from her younger sister, Alex.

I’ve always been the wingman. The great buddy. The teddy-bear guy women lean on. In elementary school, I was the kid passing notes between infatuated classmates. In high school, I was the guy telling a pretty girl that somebody liked her. In college, I was the icebreaker, initiating casual conversation with women in the bar, so that my buddies could ultimately take them home.

When Erin discovers the Tipped Z, she meets a cowboy whose horsemanship takes her breath away. It begins when Erin encounters a cowboy in the street, early one morning. Mounted and wearing a hat, cloaked in a cloud of dust, he's driving a small herd of horses through her quiet desert neighborhood. The sight of him lodges in her mind, reminding her of an old dream from her childhood.

What can I say about Reign Braxton? King of sex. Jealous. Possessive. Obsessed. Gorgeous. Those are the first thoughts that come to mind when describing the sex extraordinaire that is my new boss. Six months ago, I would have melted to my knees at the very sight of him. Golden eyes, tall, broad, ripped beyond ripped, messy black hair, and a smile to die for. He could flick your panties off and have them running for cover with a mere glance in your direction. He’s also an asshole. Like, a mega asshole. Not just your average prick - no, Reign takes prick to a whole new level.

Well, if it isn't Falcon Malone. In the panty-dropping flesh. My older brother's best friend and subject of my every teenage fantasy. He taught me how to kiss. Then he walked away. I tried to keep him buried in the past, but he's been in every kiss since. Tethering me to unattainable dreams.