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Dear Holden, I'm not going to college a virgin. I want to learn everything and I want you to teach me. I have to ask: Will you be my first? Yes, there are risks. I'm your best friend's kid sister. As off limits as it gets. But forbidden fruit is always the sweetest. And I'll do anything for a taste.

I learned the hard way what it's like to lose people you love. As an alpha, I vowed never to let that happen again. That means keeping my focus. Never letting my guard down. And, most of all, staying away from civilians—i.e. humans. But the feisty chocolatier has me breaking my own rules.

On the worst day of my life, I was given away by my own blood. Sold to a handsome bad guy in exchange for my father’s debt. Easton Van Buren claimed me and locked me up in his mansion. That devilish man wanted more than just my body. So, I ran. But when a rich man’s prized possession escapes, he’ll do anything he can to get her back in his claws. Anything he can, to entice her heart to fall for him. And submit.

It's supposed to be fun without strings, but resisting her is so damn hard. I'm good in bed, and I know what I want. So when a curvy grad student catches my eye, I do what I do best. I take her home. I kiss her hard. I - well, a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. I don't expect to want more. But I do. Iris is smart, sweet, and innocent as hell. I need her as often as possible. We strike up an arrangement. There are three rules. All fun. No strings. No falling in love. But then I've never been very good at following rules.

We had the hottest hookup ever. And now, she’s having my baby. I’m a carefree single guy. A successful race car driver who enjoys hitting the track - hard. I don’t do commitments. Hell, I rarely even do repeats. Until I spent the night with a gorgeous, funny woman who rocked my world. No names. No identifying details. Just lots and lots of pleasure. Until we meet up again at my older brother’s wedding. And guess what, she’s my brand new sister-in-law, Rylee Ford. And apparently, now she hates me. Oh, and she’s also pregnant. Surprise, I’m the daddy.

I went to Vegas to get married, only she married someone else, so why shouldn’t I do the same? It’s the best way to stop public speculation about my jilted groom status. But even better, something about Shay has flipped a switch inside me—suddenly I can write music again. Only my new little wifey isn’t thrilled about our marriage. She says drunken mistake. I say best night ever. Of course I’m right, and I’ll use everything I’ve got to convince her.

Hunter Driesse and Eric Kane aren’t my type. They’re too dominant. Too demanding. Too sinfully tempting. They are not the men I want. Until the night of the dare. When I discover that Hunter and Eric are—shockingly—the men I need.

First Mistake: Agreeing to my brother’s crazy, horrible scheme to seduce and drug my college’s hockey star, Yom “Yum” Rustanov, to get him disqualified for doping before his big international championship game. In the dictionary under femme fatale, you’ll find me—in the antonyms section.

Archer Jones is a tall, gorgeous man with a killer smile. When we kissed at our friends’ wedding last year, we agreed it was a mistake. We’re friends. Nothing more. Until he walks me to my flower shop’s front door—and we discover a body. The villainess who’s been terrorizing our town for the past five years is lying cold on my business’s floor…and the murder weapon happens to belong to Archer.

A baby in a basket left on a doorstep is such a clichè...It’s also my life. I carry a gun and a badge and help keep order in small town Crescent Cove. What I don’t do? Change diapers. Sing songs about sharks. Or...ask for help. But my best friend, Gina Ramos, knows I’m in over my head. She’s the only one keeping me sane. And playing house with her is starting to feel way too real. And get way too hot. Because the biggest thing I don’t want to do? Is to lose my best friend...or find out my little girl isn’t really mine.

Captain is a man with many secrets. Captain, the president of the Four Horsemen MC, has been in love with Eddie Rollins since he first set eyes on her. Unfortunately, she was already married to Joker, a man who didn't deserve her. So, Captain forced himself to move on. But the torch he carries for Eddie still burns hot. Now that both of them are finally single, he is determined to make her his old lady

The moment I looked into his eyes, I knew I was in trouble. The second I heard his name, I knew I should stay away. Our fathers were mortal enemies - Chicago crime bosses from rival families. But that didn’t stop Leo Conti from pursuing me. Being together was dangerous, reckless, and totally hot. He wanted me. I wanted him. What could possibly go wrong?

After my brother’s death, I was drowning. Delilah was my life raft. We were opposites, the outspoken art student and the brooding athlete. She was passionate where I was apathetic, bright where I was dark, soft where I was hard. For two years, we had everything. The kind of love that only exists in fairy tales. Then she left and took my heart with her. I tried to heal. To throw myself into medical school. To forget her. I thought I did. Until today. Those blue eyes, that sweet smile, the soft curves--that's my Delilah. As soon as I hear her laugh, I know. She's what’s missing from my life. I have three days to get her back. God, I hope I'm as charming as I used to be.

Aisling has every reason in the world to like her life as it is: away from the shifter community. Tucked in her little corner of the world, she sees no reason to get involved in the drama of the ever warring packs, until trouble knocks at her door. Trouble wrapped in a delicious package her cat wants to claw. Raygan didn't know what he expected when he moved his pride to the loner's territory; maybe having to deal with a criminal, or someone in hiding. Instead, he found a fiercely protective, insanely attractive lunatic with secrets he wants to unravel.

Iker Baldwin was used to making hard decisions in his line of work. For the SWAT team, it could be a matter of life or death. As a seasoned officer, protecting and serving was what he did. So when he had to decide what to do in his personal life, he chose to protect. Which meant walking away from the love of his life. In the back of his mind, he knew he had made the wrong decision.

I had to have her. Blonde bombshell. Park Avenue princess. Nina Astor was pure as snow and giving me one night to dirty her up. But by morning, I knew: She wasn't just a pretty face. She wasn't just a casual fling. One night? Please. I needed a lifetime. Then I discover: Nina Astor isn't who she says she is. She's beyond off-limits. The real problem? I couldn't care less.

Marlon St. James wants only one thing: to be left alone. He has a house, a successful private security business, and endless peace and quiet. Things are exactly as they should be. Until Camilla.

A Christmas road trip? Disaster ahead, Garrett. I know I messed up when I broke Rory’s heart eight months ago. I also know we can’t spend more than ninety minutes together without everything crumbling, and the drive back to Pine Harbour is six times that long. Too bad leaving Rory behind—or for good—just isn’t an option. Whether she likes it or not, I’m her guy. Her ride home.

Life is a numb cycle of faceless women, wicked nights, and trying to forget. He is just a body women crave, nothing more. A shell that was once a US Marine...looking for something to fill the void where his heart used to be, but nothing fits. Until he meets her. Until he meets the one woman who doesn’t fall for his careless charm, his smirk, his golden tongue. The one woman who brings light into his darkness. She is nothing like the women he's met before, and he finds himself intrigued by her.

I’ll do anything for the cookie. I’m used to playing the field. But specialty baker Tabitha wrapped me up in her the first time I tasted her...frosting. Suddenly I’m offering my services in any way I can. Need help babysitting your new puppy? Check. Bakery invaded by a rogue duck? Check. Missed dinner and want takeout? Check. Except that late at night after I’m done with patrol, we fall into bed. And onto the kitchen counter. And into the shower. Turns out that whole protect-and-serve thing apparently doesn’t extend to birth control.