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Lake Jones has the perfect job, an addiction to binge-watching Netflix, and the world's ugliest cat. She's also a bit sexually frustrated. Until… Fate bestows a breath of mercy upon her in the form of Minnesota's NFL starting quarterback. But this gift is no stranger. Lake met Cage Monaghan three years earlier.

I've watched her for years without her knowing. In fact, she thinks I hate her, probably because I've worked hard to make her feel unwelcome. Wren knows I don't want her in my family. At least not as my son's wife. What she doesn't know is the reason why. See, I want her for myself. It should be my ring on her finger, not his. When my son betrays her, I'm there to pick up the pieces. I can't resist her any longer, but just because she isn't his doesn't mean I can keep her. After all, two wrongs don't make a right.

As a wolf, my hate towards Hunters was born from fire and blood. What's the most embarrassing thing you can do at the airport? Try accidentally stealing a sinfully gorgeous stranger's bag at the carousel—a stranger who also happens to be a dangerous bratva boss. It doesn't take him long to track me down. And from the knowing smile on his face when I open the door... I know he saw everything I packed for my best friend's bachelorette party, from the dresses to the heels to the scandalously tiny swimsuit.

Expensive. Powerful. And entirely f--ked up. That sums up the pretentious but elite circle I grew up in. As much as I hate it, this life has its perks. If I want it, it's mine. It's as simple as that. Until she showed up. She's a tempting little vixen I'm not allowed to have. One intense night changed it all between us, threatening to shatter everything we knew. She came up with a lie. I came up with a cover. Because the truth is… I can't keep my hands off her, and one night would never be enough.

I never imagined I’d be a single dad, let alone traveling overseas for three months—my little girl and boy alongside me—to open my international agency. I needed a nanny. The fifteen I fired in the last few months weren’t meeting my demands nor expectations. Until her. Except it wasn’t that easy. Not only did I break her heart nine years ago, she was also my best friend—and client's—little sister.

With Thomas on board, she has finally caught herself all of the Summers boys and is feeling pretty good about it. Jaxon and Jacinta's news, while shocking, is being dealt with and everyone is adjusting to the new circumstances. Things are finally starting to look good, with very little stalker action, the icing on the cake. Have they finally lost interest? Making more permanent plans to stay in California is a big step forward in her relationship with the brothers but an ex has dumped a bombshell on them, and a surprise body has everyone questioning everything they thought they knew.

Aurora Cross just got the educational opportunity of a lifetime—to complete her coastal biology thesis at one of Maine’s most iconic lighthouses. She didn’t realize the toughest, most reclusive creature inhabiting the keep was a broody artist with more secrets than the sea.

Things are looking up for Harlow in the Summers household. She's working toward establishing a solid relationship with her father and his children are coming around to the fact that she will be a permanent fixture in their lives. In fact, you could say things are starting to look very good for Harlow. Unfortunately, someone wants her as desperately as the Summers men. Wants her dead, that is! Once again, the Summers family are on the hunt for those that are determined to disrupt their lives. It's hard to woo the woman you want when you're constantly dodging attacks.

Jane prefers to never get romantically involved with either of the two men who could be the father of her child. Wesley wants to open another successful restaurant and forget all about the ménage à trois he had with Maxwell and Jane. Maxwell wants the three of them back together and will do anything to make it happen...even if means getting on his knees.

There are many reasons to jump off a bridge, but Rylee Sutton only needs one: her husband’s betrayal. Just before she leaps, she receives an email from a stranger. The boy’s message is meant for his dead girlfriend, but his anguish speaks to Rylee. It saves her life. Over the next decade, Tomas Dine continues to email his dead girl. As he evolves from a teenager into a hardened, vicious criminal, Rylee is there, reading every intimate word.

A desperate attempt to pay tuition so I can graduate college is the only reason I took this job. When I accidentally spill a bottle of expensive tequila on Jovan Aguilar, I have no idea he's the one who owns the elite Miami nightclub—a fact he doesn't reveal until the morning after I end up in his bed.

The deal was sealed the moment she stepped onto that stage. It was like seeing a ghost: sunshine-blonde hair, pale skin, azure eyes that held a thousand secrets. I didn’t know what caused her to end up on that auction block, and I didn’t care. All I knew was that I had to have her - no matter the cost. A million dollars later, she became mine. Mine to break. Mine to use. Mine to keep.

Coming home from the Marines, Micah Tugger doesn't know what to expect, but knows there are consequences to pay to the Ravage Motorcycle Club. He'd left Sumner, Georgia, a confused boy and now has come back a man, one who knows what he wants in life and that includes his family. But will the brothers of the Ravage MC accept him? Or turn him away?

Jane: I’ve always been on my own. My life used to consist of nothing but work, keeping Allen out of trouble, and if I had time, sleep. Then I became their maid. Wesley: I want three things: first, Maxwell Emerson and Jane Chapman both in my bed; second, to be the best bloody chef in the country; third, to figure out how to simultaneously get the first and second things I want without any of us getting hurt.

After facing a truth she never imagined, Beulah has to find a new path. Build a life without help and take care of her sister alone. Or does she...?

Eighteen years of summers spent in a beach house in Ogunquit, Maine, have brought Violet Mitchell and Will Seaberg together. For two perfect, beach-filled months every year, they spent every waking minute together. First as friends, until one summer changed everything. But before the two even had a chance to claim the love they’d spent their entire lives creating, disaster struck, tearing the two lovers—and their families—apart.

He’s the arrogant Manhattan realtor with billboards advertising his six-pack more than his expertise in negotiations. I’m the competing broker who stupidly moved across the hall from his office. From day one, I’ve been his sworn enemy. Okay, so I might have accidentally stolen one of his clients. Well, is it stealing if the client comes to me? Even our vicious banter and loathing gazes can’t hide the chemistry between us. Who can blame me? He has enough charisma to make every hot-blooded woman in the city melt with a single word.

I've never had many friends. The only one I thought I could count on ended up stealing my scholarship—and then my boyfriend. Now, instead of spending my fall semester abroad, I'm stuck here in Iowa, with zero funds and even less hope that I'll get to study abroad at all before I graduate this spring. Even worse? My mentor asked me to take on the impossible—tutoring arrogant running back Logan Ford and helping him finally pass Chem 101. I'm about to give up before I start. But then I get a crazy idea. What if I can get Logan to be my date for the winter science ball?

While flying home after a phone call that left me heartbroken, a row to myself would have been ideal. Instead, I was unknowingly sitting shoulder to shoulder with a strikingly attractive single dad and ex-Marine. I could have pretended not to notice the man, but there was something familiar about him. It didn't take long before I pieced together where I knew him from or why he was back in my life.

Welcome to Hawthorne Asylum. Welcome to hell. This place isn't run by the doctors who make you talk or the orderlies who force you to swallow your pills. It belongs to them, to the infamous four.