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I’m wealthy, powerful, and able to get any woman I want. So why do I feel so empty inside? In search of a deeper me, I take a sabbatical from my privileged life. One year of backpacking around Europe: a new identity, no contacts, and no money. Not a bad plan, I think. Until I get there. A crowded hostel room, body odor, and beer bongs—there are no words for the fresh hell I’ve landed in. But amid the chaos, I meet my new roommate, Hayden Whitmore. She sleeps in the bed opposite me, and I openly admit to staring at her more than I sleep.

My favorite hobby is infuriating Elliot Miles. Just the sight of my boss’s handsome face triggers my sarcasm. God knows how he earns his Casanova reputation—if a million women want him with his personality, what the heck am I doing wrong? Disgusted with my love life, I join a dating app under a fake name. I start chatting to a man named Edgar. He’s not my type and lives on the other side of the world, but we hit off a friendship, laugh and confide in each other. But lately things are getting weird at work. Elliot’s being...attentive.

She was my college sweetheart. The one that got away. Now she’s back—in my office, looking like sunshine in yoga pants, and asking for my legal help. She’s back, and she brought her two daughters, who are convinced the Maine Coon cat forced upon me is some kind of Disney sidekick. (He’s not. He’s Satan with whiskers.) I’m a grumpy over-forty lawyer who lives by rules and craves routine. Jess is chaos and coconut-scented optimism. Every time she smiles, I’m twenty again—and falling harder than ever.

When a mysterious man rescues her from near death, a young woman finds herself in the throes of a dark and dangerous storybook romance, where pleasure reigns but happy endings are no guarantee.

They say I married Clarissa Harcourt for her father's company. They're wrong. When your mentor makes a dying wish that you'll marry his daughter... you do it. Especially when you're halfway in love with her already. Unfortunately, this marriage of convenience is anything but convenient. Clarissa doesn't know about the tattoos I hide under bespoke suits or my more than skin-deep scars. She's too vulnerable—and I'm too broken—for us to be more than married without benefits.

Six Ines Broussard walks right into the middle of hell. And at the center of it? Lynnwood Thatcher. The mayor. The man that she took one glance at on the night of his inauguration and dismissed as boring. A total stick in the mud. Only, he’s not so boring shirtless, in the middle of nowhere, doing things that are very illegal. At first, she’s appalled. Then her interest gets piqued. Stuck-up suit is hot! And he has tattoos. Then, he goes and kidnaps her...and she soon realizes, nobody is quite as hot as you thought they were when they’re holding you hostage.

I’m many things—sarcastic, ruthless, and offensively good at my job. What I’m not is tolerant of my brand-new neighbor—Raiden Kane. He’s infuriating, smug, and far too criminally attractive for someone who treats our shared parking like a declaration of war. Sure, I could handle all of...

I’m the coach’s daughter. Falling for one of my father's players was never the plan. Especially not Decker Davis. Chicago Colts third baseman. Dependable. Steady. The guy everyone trusts. And the man who’s spent years keeping his distance—especially from me. We have history. The kind that ten years and a thousand miles can’t touch. So, this time, I promised myself I'd be smarter. No getting attached. No blurred lines. And definitely, no falling. He broke every last one within the first week. Because Decker doesn’t just show up for me. He shows up for my daughter.

Wren Ford is the city attorney for Cold Springs—a job she takes seriously. Good thing she has a great form of stress relief: a friends-with-benefits arrangement with the well-muscled and very attentive construction worker Jesse Sullivan. Wren’s heart secretly craves more, but how can she fess up her feelings to a man who doesn’t want to get tied down?

Set in small-town rural Virginia the series gets an explosive start in Searching for Lilly when our heroine comes to town as part of the film crew on a paranormal research show. They’re looking for Bigfoot, but there’s a deeper mystery to solve when bodies start appearing in the forest. Book two, Searching for Elsie features a down on her luck single-mother, who is working at the local bar and living in a motel to make ends meet.

Nate Monson was gorgeous, obnoxiously wealthy, and a player. He was also the person who could destroy my world with a single decision. I walked into that bar looking for him. He saw me. I saw him. The chemistry sizzled between us, but no. I hated Nate Monson. I hated him with everything in me, even though my body did not. It didn't matter. Nothing I wanted mattered. He thought I wanted to get laid. What I wanted was for him to disappear. But first, I had to tell him that he had a daughter.

Faking an engagement to my secret high school crush was not on my to-do list when I landed for a short visit home. But when Amanda Anderson announces that she’s my fiancée, I take a leap and play along with the farce. Why? Because the Capulets and Montagues have nothing on the Andersons and Silvers of Tinsel, Michigan. In the name of bringing peace to our Christmas-themed hometown and ourselves, we’ll play the part of Romeo and Juliet.

Warm brown eyes that melted my unsuspecting heart. His touch—raw electricity. I never saw Harbor Westcott coming. I had big city dreams and more ambition than money to my name. He had everything—money, privilege, and the world at his feet. Opposites in every way, but we were lightning in a bottle, and everything felt possible when we were together. Life was perfect. Or so I thought . . .

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Blake Grayson—neighbor, friend, mischief maker, and player extraordinaire. He knows how to spot a playboy from a mile away. He is the prime example, after all. So when he offers to help me avoid Mr. Wrong by sharing what to look for, I have no choice but to take him up on it. We start a game. He will become my wingman, and I’ll become his. He coaches me through my singledom, while I go on his journey of play. We double-date, eat ice cream at midnight, and laugh.

Secrets—you know my family is founded on them. Lies—my marriage hinges on one. I kept the past buried like a coward. Now, I feel the constraints of my choices like they’re a chokehold. I know that it’s time to tell my wife the truth. It’s time to deal with the consequences of my actions. Aoife deserves to be my judge, jury, and executioner. If she burns down the house with me in it, well, that’s on me and my filthy secrets….

Detectives Ben and Chase Dawson have been sent to investigate an unusual murder at an exclusive resort owned by Julian Lodge. The prime suspect is a young woman who was the last person to see the victim alive. Julian wants them to ensure her safety while also conducting the investigation. The job seems simple enough, until Ben and Chase discover that the beautiful woman they have both come to desire has dark secrets.

A series of weather and road mishaps leave me trapped in the middle of a blizzard with a complete stranger. In the back of a pickup truck. For 48 freakin' hours. A stranger with long hair, tattoos, and rippling with muscle. A stranger with an insanely sexy voice and a wicked smile that turns my insides to jelly. A stranger who holds me in his arms, calms me, and then sets a fire in me that I can't put out.

Maggie Sinclair didn’t think she’d ever return to Deep River. The town held too many memories—of her mother’s death, her aunt’s cruelty, and of Ethan Moore, the man she once loved. The man she ran from. But when life in LA begins to feel unsafe, she retreats back to the small town she knows. The same place where Ethan’s also returned. And he’s more of everything she remembers—stronger, more protective, and even easier to fall for all over again. Former Navy SEAL Ethan Moore is home. But Deep River isn’t the town he once knew. People have started going missing—women, specifically.

One misdirection, and effervescent vacation-home reviewer Sage Featherstone comes bounding up to the door of the wrong cabin. Lucky her. The owner is Travis Blacksburg, a broody, out-of-this-world-sexy tech billionaire. A quick look at that GQ body, and Sage’s fantasies are running wild. So are Travis’s. With Sage’s spirited personality, mop of pink hair, and lack of boundaries, Travis can’t wait to kill her. Because that’s what he does. Thirty-eight victims so far. And his latest target just walked into his life, looking absolutely irresistible.