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I’m an heiress with a broken past. It should have been the end for me, but now my mortal enemy has become my savior. He hides me away from the world as if he can save me. Lucian Morelli is a billionaire who doesn’t know how to feel anything.

I can’t believe I’ve fallen in love with a single dad. I’m not looking for anything serious when I fall into Logan Simpson’s bed. He’s the former basketball team captain and my high school sweetheart. We broke up when we went to different colleges. He has a business and a three-year-old girl named Annabelle now. His ex-wife is out of the picture, and somehow we end up tangling the sheets together. Now I’m pregnant and don’t know how to tell him the news.

Former Marine Mason Rye can make a cappuccino with military precision, but he finds it much harder to serve up a smile. It's not that he doesn't like people. But he knows from experience that once you let someone in, it hurts like hell when you lose them. And Mason's lost too many people already. So it's pretty damn inconvenient when his old Marine buddy shows up on Mason's goat farm with his younger sister in tow.

All Jeanette Sanders wanted to do was escape her past and forget everything that has happened. Coming to Greyford was supposed to be her new beginning, a clean slate. Only it seems like her past doesn't want to let her go. As her old insecurities start to return in full force and lies grow bigger than ever, the only thing left is the hope that her broken heart will survive this time around.

I’ve known all my life that the Constantines deserved to be wiped from the face of the earth, only a smoking crater left where their mansion once stood. That’s my plan until I see her, the woman in gold with the sinful curves and the blonde curls. My will to dominate her runs as deep as the hate I have for her last name. No matter how beautifully she bends beneath my hands, I'll leave her shattered, a broken toy for her cruel family.

I've been in the boardroom long enough to know that some men are just off-limits. As head of marketing for my family's successful boutique hotel business, I'd never jeopardize our brand's success for someone like Beckett Taylor. He's arrogant and cocky. And completely ruthless when it comes to getting his way in business. But when we're forced to spend the weekend together at a conference, I find myself unable to resist the fire that has been burning between us. He is, after all, ridiculously sexy. One night, I tell myself. One hot, steamy, forbidden night.

Mrs. Ambrosia Bloomington, now a widow, is ready to start a new life amongst Mayfair elites without the overarching reach of her late husband, Mr. Harrison Bloomington. With her trunks loaded safely onto her own private carriage, she's ready to face the world as an independent woman in Regency London. She does not, however, bargain for cocksure Frenchman, Mr. Charles Cochran Bateman coming along and turning her very ordinary journey into the adventure of a lifetime.

The man who’s haunted my steps from the moment we met at the ball now controls my every move in his hideaway. His dark eyes miss nothing, and he seeks out all my weak spots. He uses his fingers, his wicked tongue, his sharp mind. Searching, testing, looking for the side of me I’ve hidden away for so long. He’s relentless in his pursuit of my secrets, but I manage to discover some of his own.

They say you never forget your first. Jagger Cruz, the popular, gorgeous, athletic heartbreaker, was my introduction to college flings. Over the years, I’ve tried to pay no attention to every wicked rumor I heard about him, even though deep down I knew they weren’t just rumors. Unable to face the consequences of what we’d done, if we were ever in close quarters, I ran in the other direction. If we were coincidentally put in the same class, I dropped it. Avoidance was the name of the game and so far I was winning. That is, until we’re assigned the same apartment.

I was the only daughter of the Italian American mafia boss on the East Coast. After my mother was murdered, he made sure the world forgot he had a daughter. I had to pretend to be the girl I’ve never been: meek. There is not one submissive bone in my body, but I had to look and act the part. Matteo De Salvo is the only person that has ever made me nervous. My skin itched around him and my throat closed up. I watched him from a distance, the defiant part of me hoping he’d catch me. He did.

Jade Moore is not my type. She's a good girl and has her entire life mapped out. I've never met anyone like her. The girl is disciplined and determined. I'm not. She follows the rules. I don't. She's sunshine and girl next door. I'm sex and booze. We don't mix. But from the minute I lay my eyes on her, I'm done for. She's everything I never knew I wanted.

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.

Once, I had everything. Drummer for the biggest band in the world. Fame. Money. Happiness. All at my fingertips. Then, six years ago, my world stopped turning. My best friend. My best girl. A burning field in the pouring rain. I survived, but I left the biggest part of me with them. And now I sift through the rubble of my broken life. I didn't want a second chance. Redemption. Closure. Not for me.

A week ago, if you told me my boyfriend was cheating on me, I would have called you a liar. If you said a movie star would walk into my bakery and offer to help make my ex jealous, I would have thought you'd eaten one too many of my grandmother's special brownies. And if you had the audacity to suggest my fake date would turn into the love of my life? I would have told you to stop toying with me. I've been through enough disappointment lately.

An epic tale of both betrayal and all-consuming love.... Marcus, the villain. Cody Walsh, the FBI agent who knows too much. And Delilah, the lawyer caught in between.

Eliza Catalano has the perfect life. So what if it actually looks nothing like the story she tells online? As a therapist, it's part of her job to look like she has all the answers, right? But when she ends up as a viral Worst Date Ever meme, everything in her Instagram-filtered world begins to crumble.

Ruby Rose declared me the enemy before I had a chance to defend myself.⁣ I may be an attorney, but this girl had appointed herself judge and jury.⁣ And I’d never minded a good verbal sparring.⁣ ⁣There was a comfort in going to battle against the evil queen.⁣ Maybe it was just the recognition of one damaged soul to another.⁣ ⁣But the more we fought – the more I craved her.⁣ Until our arguing turned into a bit of a wager.⁣ One I was determined to win.⁣ One time. Sixty seconds. A secret only we would share.⁣ But from the minute we crossed the line, there was no turning back.⁣

We were best friends, then we were enemies. Loved. Protected. Cherished. There was a time when Ranieri Andretti made me feel those things. That was before his family came after mine. He was supposed to forget me. We went our separate ways. It should have stayed like that. But now he's back in my life, and he's my new boss. I want to hate him. He's my ex-best friend. My tormentor. The head of the Andretti family. But no matter how hard I try...I can't stay away.

When Knox gets trashed in the tabloids, his publicist pitches the idea of an image-saving marriage to Irina. Irina figures the publicity can't hurt and accepts—until the offers for major roles start pouring in, and she doesn’t need the arrangement. Unfortunately, Knox has broken the first rule of marrying an actress for publicity: Don’t fall in love. But can he handle a real relationship? And is she ready to stop pretending?

She was hell-bent on making her father disown her. Her rebellious attitude and the color that marred her snowflake skin was proof of that, so I used that knowledge to my benefit. I promised her hate and blood. Instead, she got my heart and a weak man on his knees in front of her. She was never supposed to be my bride. She was the daughter of a rival family, not even of Italian descent. She was from a different culture. Sasha Nikolayev was my vice. I was an addict for her. I would have said and done anything to chain her to me—so that’s what I did.