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Mechanic Ronnie Taylor spends most of her time with men. As such, she's always been tough, but Diego Molina makes her feel the opposite of tough. The big Cuban is brash, bold, and gets under her skin. She finally has to admit the reason he annoys her isn't because she dislikes him. It's because she likes him a little too much.

Coaching was never this difficult…until the rookie came along. I had no idea Amber Lakes would become a constant light in my miserable life. Her smile isn’t supposed to warm my heart, and the sight of her tears isn’t supposed to make want to protect her. We’re not supposed to touch, let alone kiss. We definitely aren’t supposed to exchange hidden stares while we’re around each other. Why? Because I stand to lose everything if we’re caught. But I’ve fallen too hard, and despite how big the risks are, I can’t seem to pull away from her.

Playboy filmmaker Samir "Sam" Rathod is Bollywood's favorite bad boy. He'll do anything for his big brother - even travel halfway across the globe to take care of the "wife" who just crawled out of his brother's past. Yet Mili isn't the simple village girl Sam expected. She's a whirlwind who sucks him into her roommate's elaborate elopement and soon has him drowning in her onyx eyes.

I never asked Hemi Te Mana to rescue me. It was true that I had a lousy job. Not to mention a lousy apartment and too much responsibility, although it was a responsibility I wouldn't have given up for the world. That still didn't mean I needed rescuing, if that was what you'd call the situation I ended up in. And anyway, I knew that a multimillionaire Maori CEO with too many muscles, a tribal tattoo, and a take-no-prisoners attitude was way, way out of my league.

Sanaa Baptiste grew up around violence. She knows how to stay alive, how to follow the rules, and when to break them. When she is forced to marry Mikhail Smirnoff, the heir to a Bratva empire, she plays along to stay safe. He does not trust her. He watches everything. Tests her limits. Tries to control her. But Sanaa is not easy to control and the more he tries, the harder it becomes to let her go. What starts as a power play turns into something messy, consuming, and dangerously addictive.

When Damon spots a stunning redhead on his plane, the pilot’s determined to get to know her better. It’s been a long time since he’s experienced an instant connection with anyone. The last time was with his former lover, who left without an explanation over five years ago, devastating him. Though cautious now, when it comes to relationships, MacKenzie just might be everything he’s looking for and more.

The Kingsmen’s best wide receiver. Rich AF. Hot as hell. A stallion in the sack. How do I know that last fact? I may have shared a one-night stand with him six months ago when I was rebounding from a broken heart.

Dmitri Ivanov is determined to repair every broken piece of me.... My battered body healed. My heart hasn’t. Everything my ex convinced me to hate about myself, Dmitri turns upside down. From day one, he requires my commitment to him—including my full trust. In return, he claims he’s giving his to me. But the element of danger Dmitri gives off isn’t just in my head. He’s involved in things. His past isn’t buried so deep it never reappears. And the thing he hates most about himself I should run from.

Even at 36, Oleander Bowen has to do things she doesn’t enjoy to appease her grandmother: meet eligible bachelors who will definitely make terrible husbands, hide her sexuality and make excuses for working late. While Oleander hasn’t had to battle the patriarchy the way other Indian women have, she’s tired. She’s also tired of the boring one night stands and tired of working two jobs to pay back her parents.

Isabel Adamik made me need her. She made me crave her in a way I’d never seen coming. With tempting innocence tinged by that hint of darkness under her skin, she showed me everything I’d never dared to dream mi princesa could possess. A Queen for the devil himself. Nothing exists but the overwhelming need to make her mine in every way. To sear myself into her skin until she admits she loves me.

Malena Amin is two people. At home, she the respectable, rule-abiding daughter that her controlling family expects. At her prestigious Ivy-League University, she's the risk-taking, adventurous woman that she wants to be. With parents who demand to know her location settings at all times, Malena uses a secret phone and secret bank account to make her double life possible. But when her tutoring job falls through, she hits a snag in funding that double life. So, Malena sets her eyes on the prize money from a National feature-writing contest through the school paper.

I wasn’t looking for a man. I was looking for a mentor. When renowned photographer Luca Romano returned home to teach a photo storytelling workshop, Hamilton University was buzzing. But a campus-wide email warned us not to approach Luca if we weren’t selected to participate—and I wasn’t selected.

On the eve of his 90th birthday, a bachelor decides to give himself a wild night of love with a virgin. As is his habit - he has purchased hundreds of women - he asks a madam for her assistance. The 14-year-old girl who is procured for him is enchanting, but exhausted as she is from caring for siblings and her job sewing buttons, she can do little but sleep. Yet with this sleeping beauty at his side, it is he who awakens to a romance he has never known. Tender, knowing, and slyly comic, Memories of My Melancholy Whores is an exquisite addition to a master's work.

I’m broken. I’m well aware of this singular fact of my life. Even as I stitch up patients, correcting their imperfections, I know that there is no cosmetic surgery that will fix what’s broken inside of me. Which is why I don’t let anyone get too close. I learned early on, most people can’t be trusted. The ones who were entrusted with protecting you can do the most harm. So I deal with life the only way I learned how. I fight. On the days when work gets to me, or the memories from my past become too much, I head to the Underground.

“Fans of Sonali Dev and Helen Hoang will find this just their style.”—The New York Times Star-crossed lovers get a second chance at romance when they’re reunited at a wedding in Nigeria, in a heartfelt novel from the acclaimed author of The Sweetest Remedy. Dunni hasn’t seen her...

Rodrick Alistair Gastrell MacQuoid, o Duque de Kindubh e também bilionário, dono da mais famosa marca de uísque escocês, é um homem sem laços. Não deseja se casar ou uma família, mas o testamento de seu avô exige que ele o faça até o aniversário de trinta e sete anos, ou perderá o título de nobreza que se encontra em sua linhagem há gerações. Ele precisa de uma esposa de conveniência. Alguém que o deixe viver sua vida sem cobranças.

Ten years ago, I crushed Damiano De Luca’s heart, vowing false promises I never delivered. The revenge? Didn’t happen. The destruction? As if I could. Betrayal? Not. A. Chance. We were 18 when I left, taking my secrets with me. Now at 28, there’s no trace of the jaded mafia prince with the protective streak. He’s crueler. Colder. More calculated than ever. And he’s glaring at me from a funeral pew, looking at me and my wedding ring like we should be the ones buried six feet under. The war is back on, but I’m not that teenage girl anymore. This time, there will be blood.

Jean-Pierre’s relentless pursuit of Eden has paid off. But can he keep her safe? Russians lurk within the shadows. Dead bodies pile. There are new enemies on the board, and it all goes down in Paris.

There are angels and demons at war inside my head. I had it all figured out: finish high school, attend seminary, and finally answer my calling of becoming a priest. What I hadn't counted in the equation was her. Grace Miller. The girl who was always out of my reach. The girl who still makes me lose my breath with just a look. Little did I know she would become my temptation and vice, and quite possibly, my ruin. Now I'm standing at a crossroads, and my head is a battlefield. How do I choose sides when it means losing a part of who I am?

I used to be a sensible, responsible good girl who kept her nose buried in textbooks and worked hard to make her father’s dreams come true. Then Keane happened. He was a crude, rude, ruthless Southie bully who only cared about his hockey career and pucking his way through a string of girls. I hated him and I thought he hated me, but then one unexpected spring break kiss changed everything.