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Mallory Sims is late for her first day of work. After spilling her tea, she discovers she has no gas in her car. Add that her arm keeps sticking to her dress from syrup left on the console of her car, flustered feels like an understatement. Then she sees her new boss. Graham Landry is the epitome of NSFW in his custom-fit suit, black-rimmed glasses, and a look so stern her libido doesn’t stand a chance. Being flustered is just the start of her problems.

I used to believe Jacob Evans could be mine. That was before he delivered unforgivable news rather than sweeping me off my feet. Not that I can fault his choice. He got the sweetest little girl out of the deal.

Braking too fast when it’s snowing? Bad. Crashing your new sports car? Worse. Kissing a beautiful stranger with lips that taste like vanilla who flees without sharing her digits...or even her name? Worst of all. But I was determined not to leave small town Crescent Cove before Christmas without finding my gorgeous mysterious woman. And I succeeded. I just didn’t expect our night of cider-scented passion - hey, we visited the holiday festival first - to lead to a gift that will keep on giving forever. Now I have to convince her to take a chance on me, no matter the odds...

As the lead singer of one of the hottest bands to hit the rock scene, f--ks are free, drugs come easy, and music is life. For as long as Stone can remember, Willow has been his music - the notes that weave his soul together. His rhythm. >Until he threw her away.

I hate Christmas. For years, I've avoided the holiday entirely. Until Kandy Kane enters my life - the same seductive mystery woman I danced with at a club last night. When she shows up at my company the next day as our Christmas party planner, she's desperate for help with her little problem. My hot elf in striped tights needs a last-minute Santa. And I need her. In every way possible. And this time, she's not going to run.

The moment I meet Ricco Montavio, my world tilts on its axis. Hotter than hell and maddeningly dominant, he’s suddenly in my world on the regular: in my massage studio, at my daughter’s preschool, on my front porch, in my every waking thought… Why me? I’m a rule follower. A single mom just trying to make ends meet who was not looking to hook-up with anyone… much less a King of the Boston Underworld who makes his own rules.

I must pay for the sins of my father with the only thing I have of any value.... My virginity. I will be auctioned. Sold. Shared. Ruined. And then tossed away. It’s a sacrifice I must make to save Daddy, to those seeking revenge for his mounting offenses. But when I become a pawn in a dangerous game played by two rival Russian mafia factions, it seems I might have some leverage. They will fight over me. And in doing so, destroy each other.

The moment Declan O’Malley laid eyes on me the universe shifted. His inked muscles, seductive confidence, and bad boy vibes lured me to him. He’s twice my age. He’s experienced. Now I’m in a dark cell. Bound. Cold. Helpless. He’s determined to turn me into his obedient little captive, until I convince him I’ve told him the truth. The spark burns hotter, the hunger between us electric.

The vampires are at war, and I’m caught in the middle. I thought nothing could surpass my desire for Nic’s dark, dangerous charms, but with my father dead from the fangs of our enemy, everything has changed. I’m consumed with the need to seek vengeance. Suddenly, I realize what I must do. I ask Nic to change me. He forbids it. He tells me the change must be made for the right reason. For love. And avenging my father isn’t the right reason.

Since childhood, Mallory McCabe has dreamed of falling in love with a hero. And then one saves her life. He's honest and blunt. Deadly, but filled with pain. Overpowering, yet ever so gentle with her. Oh yes, she's found her hero. Taking him to her bed is simply ... right. As is losing her heart. How could she have known he'd want nothing more to do with her?

My hellish enemies have sealed my fate. And made a very big mistake. There will be no forgiveness. Only revenge. The vicious kind. I’ve become as savage and ruthless as they are.

He’s my best friend’s older brother, off limits and incredibly tempting. I shouldn’t peak into Brendon’s sketchbook, even if the tattoo artist is as brooding and stoic as the day is long. I can’t help myself. I peel it open, run my fingers along the paper, soak up every ounce of him. His drawings are as beautiful and bold as his dark eyes and his cocky smile. Only, there, on the third page - that’s no tattoo mockup. That’s me. Naked. Ready. Waiting in his bed.

I told myself I didn’t want her. Didn’t need her. But it was all lies. I craved her touch. Craved the way her sweet red lips took away the pain. Yet, I knew I couldn’t have her. Not when my enemies are determined to put a bullet in my back. They believe the way to get to me is through her. Coming for her will be their downfall. As the president of the Kings MC, there’s one thing I’m known for: doing whatever it takes to protect the ones I love. I’ll fight until I have nothing left to give.

Opening for their idols on their first tour, Oblivion is living the dream. Mostly. Frustrated at being shoved out of his mediator role by their new manager, Deacon McCoy loses himself in brutal workouts. He only comes up for air long enough to refuel - and to tease the deliciously cute chef who makes him crave a lot more than what she's offering on her serving plate.

She's my nemesis. My prisoner. I'll make her beg for mercy. I'll make her scream my name. I'll make her mine. Sheena Hurston's been a thorn in my side for years. But when she tries to bring my family to ruin, I'm done playing games. She will pay for what she's done. No one comes before my family. Sheena belongs to me.

I’m a desperate man. One week out of prison and trouble found me again. When a mafia hitman comes after me, I end him with my bare hands. But the beautiful florist witnesses my crime. Now she’s my prisoner. I can’t let her go. My soul's unsalvageable, forever living in a den of sin. But the rest of me knows what it wants. And I want 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.

This is one mistake Sienna Landry can't buy her way out of. As Walker Gibson looks at her, then at the damage to his precious truck (that she may or may not have accidentally inflicted), she knows she's in trouble. It's not the busted headlight and dented grill that's sunk her though. It's the downright sinful man in front of her that's the problem. The small-town mechanic is broody. Rough. Smells like engine grease and gasoline, and Sienna isn't sure why that's so sexy, but it is. It so is.

I’m keeping Chase Monroe in the friend zone. He’s doing everything possible to move me out of it. He's the living embodiment of the billionaire playboy—richer than God, sexy as sin, and charming as hell. With a full calendar of friends-with-benefits. His strict no-relationships policy means I’d be another notch on his bedpost. Not happening. But our friendship is hard to keep.

Baby Daddy Wanted: "Single, personable woman seeking a man for the purposes of procreation. No further interaction with the child is required, unless desired by father-to-be. Child will be created the old-fashioned way, assuming both parties agree." I wasn’t expecting much, to tell the truth. For a week, I got no bites. Then I got a reply. We started to email. Text. He was sweet. Funny. Suddenly, the idea of doing the naked make-a-baby rumba with him seemed like more fun than function. Then I found out who he was. He found out who I was. Tomorrow, I’m going to see him at work.