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Turn-ons...Party girls. Platinum blondes. Zero expectations. I used to think that if you could combine all three into one female, you'd have the perfect woman. Then why the hell does Ava Pearson an outdoorsy girl, a brunette, and a woman who screams stability and responsibility seem to be the only woman on my mind lately? I've got enough obligations without adding any complications to the mix my son, my bar...well, that's about it. But that's enough for a guy like me.

New York Times best-selling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward bring you three sexy short stories to heat up your holidays: "Get Sleighed", "Lights Out Love", and "Hot Item".

I had it all. The luxury apartment, hot dates, and the big office to go with long nights at the office. Life was perfect. But after a one-night stand, two little lines on a pregnancy test, and three lost legal cases later... Well, overnight I went from career lawyer to single mom. It’s okay, I can do it. I’m ready to face this alone until.... Along comes Nathaniel Chadwick. Billionaire adrenaline junky. Everyone’s favorite playboy...and my sister’s brother-in-law.

There are three of them. Three boys. We’re friends, neighbors, our lives linked through disaster, fear, and pain. I love them all. Not sure I can live without them. Can we just stay friends? Can we ignore the desire flaring when we’re around each other? Can I kiss one and not the other? I can’t choose. Don’t want to choose. And I’m not sure they can, either. This story will either end up in heartache, or as any story should - in a happy ending.

There’s only one thing worse than your fiancé dying…. Having to look into his face every damn day. Or should I say the face of his twin. So I left.

He thought leaving would keep her safe. Five years ago, Gabriel Dawson had it all. He was in charge of his own SEAL team, was married to the love of his life, and together, he and Elle were planning the future he’d always wanted. When he almost loses it all to an enemy out for revenge, Gabe is convinced walking away is the only way to keep his wife safe. She thought he no longer loved her.

My sexy-as-sin husband and I are living our best life together in Manhattan. Clay and I dote on our little girl, enjoy thriving careers, and indulge in the best nights together ever. But when competition rears its head in my bar business, I have to pull out all the stops to show I’m not a one-hit wonder in my field. Turns out, though, that this drink contest inspires my husband and me in other ways - ways that might lead to even more wildly seductive nights.

We made mistakes and betrayed our hearts. And in the end, everything went up in flames. Walking away from the devastation isn't an option. Not when I'm at the center of it all. Three hearts hang in the balance. A choice must be made. Keep one and let one go. No matter what I decide, someone is getting burned. There's no winning this battle. No one ever said love is easy. But I never knew it would be this hard. Love can be a poison, and sometimes, it's the only thing that can save us.

Ethan may have followed his high school sweetheart to college only to get dumped his first day there, but that won't stop him from exploring his new life. Things start looking up when he meets Wyatt, who's mysterious, grouchy, hot - and possibly not gay. When their friendship deepens into something neither expects, Ethan has a new challenge: convince Wyatt this isn't just a pity fling but something more serious.

Ex-SEAL Ryan "Reaper" Hamilton is well on his way to having it all. His marriage to Kate is finally on solid ground, and his goal of being a K9 trainer with Iniquus's Cerberus team is within reach. Finding a dangerous spy's flash drive (and becoming the object of her twisted, vengeful obsession) was not on his agenda. But that's all it takes to throw his world into chaos. It's not long before Reaper finds himself fighting for everything he holds dear—his wife, his son, his career . . . his sanity.

Shay Gable hated my guts, and I hated hers, too. We went out of our way to avoid one another at all times. When she came in my direction, I went the other. When we locked eyes, she’d turn and walk away. All of that changed the day I was presented with a challenge. It started out as a stupid bet: make Shay fall in love with me before I fell in love with her first. That was an easy bet for me to win. I didn’t love. I hardly liked. Yet slowly the game started to shift. Shay made me crave things I never knew I wanted.

Darby Dunwell is not a Bond Girl, though she's been blessed with the body of one. An east coast, ivy-league, trust fund kid, she flees a life of expectation, elocution, and executive board rooms to follow her one true love: Coffee. The deeply eccentric seaside tourist hamlet of Townsend Harbor throws its doors wide open for her sex-positive, bikini-themed coffee shop named Brewbies.

Legend has it, the man you kiss at a wedding is the man you’ll marry. In my case, it’s nothing but trouble. Spencer Carrollton is a dark-haired, hazel-eyed beast. When I collided with him at my cousin’s wedding, I wasn’t looking for love. But his naughty eyes flashed, his full lips curled into a knowing smile, and I should have run. I didn’t. I kissed him instead. Then he gave me a job when I needed it the most.

Know that saying about how what happens in paradise, stays in paradise? Yeah, no. That other one about first impressions? Check this out: tall. Broad shoulders. Fine butt. No manners. Expensive aftershave I could swear I’ve sniffed somewhere before. I should keep my mind on the sun, the sand, and the tequila and keep my hands to myself. But it’s Cancun. And there’s sun and sand and tequila...and when Mr. Annoying turns on the charm, I can’t resist. That crucial thing about never sleeping with your boss’ boss? Yeah. Too late.

Following rules shot me to the top of my game as an all-star baseball player, and the golden rule is this - don’t hook up with your teammate’s sister. But ask her to be your fake date when you desperately need one for a family wedding? Nothing in the guy code against that. Plus, the flirty, feisty Sierra’s my friend too, so why the hell not pretend we’re madly in lust for two days in Hawaii?

Hadley Rexford was a distraction I didn’t need. But when she discovers me with blood on my hands, I know I can’t walk away without demanding her silence. I’ll taint her. Torment her. In the end, I’ll ruin her. Cole Jagger was a puzzle I wanted to solve. But he refuses to let me in, and now I’m ensnared in his trap. He’s cold. Immoral. In the end, he‘ll break me. She might think I’m worthy of salvation, but I’m on a one way trip straight to hell, and if she’s not careful. I’ll drag her right along with me.

With her I was always on the highest high. That's why it was so easy to fall. I never stood a chance without her. The two of us were made for one another. It's as simple as that. The world could try to rip us apart, but it would fail. Until this. She told me once, love isn't enough. I never would have believed it...until now. Neither of us could have prepared for this. I won't stop fighting. Not until the very end.

When CEO Renner Bastion walks into a room, everyone keeps their distance - well, everyone but the sarcastic tattooed Boston-bred security guard whose presence has kept Renner in New Jersey longer than intended. As if the unwanted attraction isn’t unsettling enough, Renner finds out his protector isn’t as unavailable as he originally thought. Milo Bautista just came out to his wealthy ultra-confident boss, a man he secretly respects and admires...in more ways than he’ll admit.

His name was Joshua Carter. Now it's whatever she wants it to be. She is a Deliverer. She lures young men and delivers them to be sold. She delivers the strikes that enforce their obedience. She delivers the training that determines their purchase price. As long as she delivers, the arrangement that protects her family will hold. Delivering is all she knows. The one thing she can't deliver is a captive from slavery. Until him. And her stubborn slave thinks he can deliver her...from herself.

Love isn’t in my future. Romance isn’t in my cards. I focus on my job and nothing else. Neurosurgery doesn’t play well with distraction, anyway. If only my meddling, matchmaking mom would get the hint. Accepting a move to Baker’s Creek and getting off her radar and away from any eligible bachelors that she knows should keep me safe, right? Wrong. I might not want a boyfriend, but I do have a type: broody, angsty, and quiet. And there’s one of those living in this small town. Vance Aldridge.