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It was for a time. I was the Rebel Skull’s cherished and protected little MC princess. My childhood was storybook perfect. In my world, nothing bad existed. My days were spent on the back of my dad’s bike or playing in the woods with my grandfather. Together we battled bad guys and slayed dragons. And then tragedy struck. I didn’t know that there were bad guys in real life. Dangerous ones with no moral compass.

"To Mr. Tate Howard, You are quite possibly the most infuriating, annoying and grumpy man I’ve ever met in my life. I know you think that you’re God’s gift to women, but I have a secret to let you in on: you’re not. You’re God’s gift to yourself. Get over your wanna-be cool surfer self and grow up. I thought it was time that someone addressed your big head and told you straight to your face that you're not all that. Just because you have an Ivy league education doesn’t mean you’re the smartest man in the world."

It’s my first day at the ice cream shop and I’m nervous as all get out. I’ve never worked at a place like this. And I know I better not screw it up, because my older brother hooked me up with the job - his buddy owns the place. As it turns out, though? The hardest part of the job isn’t scooping ice cream. It’s resisting my brother’s hot friend - aka my hunky, irresistible new boss.

As sole heir to the Steel ranch and fortune, Brad knows what his future holds. He'll marry and have children, but he's not cut out for love. Fate has other plans, though, when he meets college freshman Daphne Wade - an innocent and beautiful young woman who loves sunrises, animals, and the color yellow.

I was a hunted woman. Taken in by four mountain mercenaries. Accepting their help was a mistake. Why? Because mercenaries trust no one. They’re scarred and damaged men. And now they won’t let me go. I thought I was lucky to be alive. But now that I’m on Savage Mountain, I’m not so sure. Think life with four sexy, demanding hired killers is fun? Think again. This naughty, over-the-top romance includes four hulking mountain men with checkered pasts and doubtful futures, claiming the one woman they can’t live without.

I never meant to break the Untouchables. And I’ll do whatever it takes to piece them back together. Even it means embracing what I most feared. I’m going to become one of the elite. I’m going to live like an Untouchable. And not even Isabella will be able to break me. Ever. Again. But while I’m focused on outsmarting Isabella and fixing my mistakes, I forget that the stakes are so much bigger than who’s the most popular at Empire High. I’m playing with life and death. I should have seen it coming. After all...he’d betrayed me before.

Jemma Larson knows tough times. She's been raising her baby brother ever since her parents perished in a car crash. As the owner of the popular blog, Entertainment with Jem, she has been using the income from her blog to keep them both fed and a roof over their heads. Now her blog's income is declining amidst vicious competition. Jemma needs to do something desperate to be able to feed and take care of herself and her little brother before Social Services comes calling again.

I never intended to actually send the email. I’m not crazy. It was just a way to vent. I actually did need the money way too much to go off on my boss. Only when I went into office the next day, there was a note on my desk. It read, “A million years is up. See me in my office.”

A gorgeous, obsessive, billionaire alpha. A curvy, sassy bombshell from the wrong side of the tracks. Both virgins... When Becs and Bray make an arrangement, they have no idea what it will lead to - sexual desires and lust that cannot be contained. Will Bray let chaos rule his perfect world? Will Becs let love into her cold heart? Will earbuds ignite from the sexual heat? There's only one way to find out...

There are three things I know as fact: There’s a million dollars in my bank account that isn’t mine. I planned a vacation fling, but the guy in question has a twin brother no one told me about. I kissed the twin by accident. Bam, cue fireworks and sparks. Now, if the universe could do me a solid and help me do kiss him on purpose, I could forget my money troubles.

The day I first laid eyes on Abby Boyer, I knew she was the one. The girl I would marry and spend the rest of my life with, and I vowed to do everything I could to make her happy. There was just one problem: I couldn’t make her happy during one of the darkest moments of our marriage. No matter how hard I tried, my love for her wasn’t enough to make her stay. I’ve spent the last two years of my life trying to forget how much I still loved her. Wouldn’t you know it, now that I finally managed to move on, Abby shows back up in Boggy Creek. Out of the blue. Here to stay.

So I split. Flew the coop. Got the hell out of dodge. I figured I could do better on my own. And how wrong I was. Why’d I do it? Because I’m stubborn. Spoiled. A pain in the ass. And I hate the mountains. Although the guys were nice. And hot. And sexy. That made it hard to leave. Well, so did their locking me in my room. Sharing a house with brawny mountain men? Let's just say it wasn't only my new hiking boots that got a good workout.

After the most embarrassing moment of my life (a public and very unexpected "O" while riding on Logan Evans' shoulders!), the Evans brothers offer to take me on practice dates so I can get some experience with the opposite sex.

To save the dragons, we must save each other. It was supposed to be simple. Expose the truth, save the dragons. That was before we knew the perverted source of the priests’ power. The savage lengths our enemies will go to keep it. Our foes don’t want us dead. They want us broken. Love is our bond. Our salvation. Our power. But will it be enough to keep us from shattering? The lives of all dragons are on the line.

To Marco (No I’m not going to add Polo), Last night was a mistake. A big mistake. Or rather should I say small? I don’t want to hurt your ego. I should have listened to your sister. You’re insufferable and rude and far too cocky. Don’t worry, I won’t be telling anyone what happened because as far as I’m concerned it never did. Please stop calling me. I do not need to come and collect my bra from you. Or the t-shirt you lent me to sleep in when I got cold. No, that one act doesn’t make you a gentleman. And no, I do not need to have your smell near me to fall asleep.

It had been one year, two months and seventeen days since my last date. So my best friend Abby decided to sign me up for a dating app. She guaranteed that she could get me the best date of my life within one week. I didn’t really want to do it, but I figured what did I have to lose? Turns out that I had.

Colton Lyon the tough talking pierced, tattooed biker has fallen for the young Kat Sloan as soon as she moves to town and starts working for him. When he finds out about an attack in her past Colt does the only thing a man in his position can do; he handles it. Now all he wants to do is be with his woman, his crew and his bike; but will an old enemy stand in the way of his happiness?

I pretended to be the girlfriend of one of the richest men in New York City. It was only meant to be the one time. I mean it was the week before Christmas, I was shopping with my best friend and we were hungry and wanted to dine at the new swanky restaurant on the upper west side. For some reason the hostess misheard me when I mentioned Max Parker’s name. I’d been complaining that he was the reason why I’d lost my job. Who was I to correct her when it meant that “my relationship” had caused a table to suddenly open up?

Jasper and the Weeds are one of the hottest bands in rock music! Jasper, the lead singer, has made the band an instant success. At one of his concerts, a well-known socialite from a popular TV series requests to see him, privately. She sets her latest fantasy on being the one to grace Jasper’s bed. Jasper is powerless to resist her beauty and sex appeal. Disaster strikes when she posts pictures of their intimate moments on social media. When his fans learn of the escapade, they quickly label him the bad boy of pop music.

It was only meant to be a short trip - up to Chicago for two days and then back to Texas. At least, that was the plan until a massive snowstorm leaves me trapped in Chicago at a local hotel with no definite timeframe of when I can go back home. If that wasn’t a crazy enough turn of events - I wake up to a beautiful princess standing in my hotel room. She was definitely a sight to behold, but she’s not the least bit thrilled to see me - think Momma Bear finding Goldilocks lying in her bed type of annoyance.