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The Paradise Book Collection 1-3 is filled with high emotions, second chances, emenies-to-lovers, and much more.

I’m not sure how I ended up in Heartwood Lake. One minute, I’m trying to help a friend, and the next, I’m being shipped off to a small town. And the only person to blame for my predicament is Callahan Thorndale.

Dr. Duke Potter is no hero. Nor am I some damsel that needs saving—if that’s what we’re calling it. But that’s exactly what Duke thinks he did when he found me on the arm of a short-tempered congressman, arranged to be married. I should have told him the truth. Unfortunately, this isn’t the first time Duke and I have caused a scandal. This time, though, we have more than just our reputations on the line.

When something is forbidden, it becomes maddeningly tempting. Judas Barron, for example. Wicked blue blood and heir to a severely twisted cutthroat society. Everyone knew who he was and what crew he ran with - a clandestine group of filthy rich kids surrounded by ominous secrets. Secrets that were rumored to be dark, dirty, and stained with blood. It was never my intention to get tangled up with them, but Judas and I had a secret, too - one he was determined to make sure I took with me to my grave, which meant keeping me by his side.

On the night of the blood moon, I get my memories restored and learn that I'm not human - I'm the Goddess of Pain. And the men who tried to kill me? They just might be the loves of my immortal life. But what's an "I love you" compared to an assassination attempt? Someone paid these men to kill me, and if I don't find out who this person is, I'll lose everything and everyone I ever loved. But they underestimated me. I don't just endure pain - I make it. And the people who tried to hurt my family? They'll suffer for what they've done.

Sidelined by a potentially career-ending injury, the only thing hockey player Ryan Douglas should be thinking about is his recovery. But after sharing a near-death experience with a spunky brunette, the only thing on his mind is five and a half feet of sexy sarcasm. And he’ll do whatever it takes to get her back in his bed - even if it means playing dirty. Chloe Jacobs is done with fairytales. And men. She’s kissed her share of frogs and what’s it gotten her? Dumped by text - again. The last thing she needs is a pushy, arrogant hockey player testing her resolve.

Eddie: Cancel your dinky-little roomette on the train. I’m booking us two of the big bedroom suites. Birdie: I’ll cancel it after you’ve booked the other sleeper rooms. And reimburse you. Eddie: Don’t worry about it. Just cancel your tickets. I got this. Round trip. I’m on the Amtrak website right now. Birdie: You don’t have to leave NYC when I do! You’ll hardly be able to spend any time with your Instagram girlfriend who you've never met!

She was his best friend's widow. She thought she'd lost her chance at love. Together, they'll have to face their true feelings... and also a killer. Two years ago, Decorated Navy SEAL Logan Hayes was at the height of his military career when the team he led suffered back-to-back mission failures. One of which resulted in the loss of his teammate and best friend—who was also married to the woman Logan loves.

From the diabolical mind of New York Times bestselling author J.T. Geissinger comes a scorching new enemies-to-lovers romance filled with explosive secrets, nail-biting, gothic suspense, and the dangerous lure of dark magic. This program features multicast narration and duet narration. You never...

Grumpy Landon Podesta is on a reluctant hero’s journey. The visit home begins with shielding a good woman from a bad man’s intentions. Followed by becoming caretaker for a recuperating father, his beloved biker bar, and the rundown homestead. The break in the clouds? A stubborn memory of the dancing woman. And how it felt being her protector.

What’s the actual last thing you’d ever want your celebrity crush to see you doing when you finally come face-to-excruciatingly-handsome-face with him? Singing and dancing around by yourself to “Dreams” by The Cranberries while drinking straight from a bottle of champagne? While you’re wearing some wedding gown you just found in a closet? Yeah. Me too. And yet, here we are. At a mountain cabin I was sent to by the awfully pretty actress/pretty awful human I work for to get things ready for her romantic New Year’s Eve getaway with him.

After witnessing a crime, I ran. For three years, I’ve hid from everyone. I abandoned Birchwoods Spring, my home, my plans, and the life I planned to build. I told myself it was the only way to stay safe. But when my grandmother falls ill, I have no choice but to come back—even if it means confronting the past I tried to escape. The moment I step onto my land, I feel it. The unease creeping in.

Never rent an apartment over the internet. I learned that lesson the hard way. Turns out the sweet two bedroom I was thrilled to make mine is actually smack dab in the middle of a retirement community. Now instead of enjoying Florida’s night life, I’m helping Mrs. Hill find her missing hearing aids and showing Mr. Frazier how to use his television remote for the millionth time. But it’s fine. They look out for me and I look out for them. Which is how I end up wedged in a broom closet with Mr. Frazier’s sexy as sin nephew.

Spending the night with Troy seemed like a great idea at the time. He was charming and handsome and clearly up on his anatomy lessons. Sending him on his way the next morning was harder than it should have been. But it was still easier than finding him shoveling her Grandma Muriel’s front sidewalk, putting a heart-stopping face to the mystery man who’d been helping her grandmother out. Now she has to pretend like he hasn’t seen and touched every inch of her skin. That she doesn’t desperately want him to do it all over again.

I see her differently now: my friend, Michelle Douglas. It's the summer of 1994, where the love of the '80s still holds on for dear life. She's wearing a black ACDC shirt that hangs over the shoulder, and she is hanging out with a group of friends. I don't know what it is about her right now, but in this moment, everything has changed for me. Everything about her calls out to me. I think it always has. It always will. Her love isn't easy to get, but I'm determined to get it. There's one problem. She's promised to another.

Steve’s the big-brother type, always has been - tall, blond, fun-loving, faithful, and protective. When Ruby shows up on the wrong night for one of his famed pajama parties, he graciously invites her to stay and hang out. Everything’s great - until she gets a little too drunk on hard cider and professes her horniness for him...repeatedly. Now Ruby and Steve have to decide if they want to cross that line or if it’s better to preserve their easy friendship. Maybe, with a little luck, they can do both.

Deputy Aiden McGuire had a secret; her name was Harley. In front of his friends, he pretended that she didn’t exist. They bantered, they argued, and then they went their separate ways. But, at night, she snuck over to his apartment, and the two of them were electric. Aiden couldn’t put his finger on it, but something wasn’t right. She never asked for more; no commitment, no promises, no ring. When he used his police skills to do a little research, he was shocked to discover that Harley kept more than just him as a secret.

What happens when you break the cardinal rule? I’m good at following rules. Like don’t sleep with your hot employees. That’s a good rule. At least I was until that night. I blame the champagne and the tuxedo he wore. There are several reasons why I shouldn’t be attracted to Elliot McPhee. He’s emotionally unavailable. He’s in his mid-forties—too old for me. He’s my employee. He’s jaded after a disastrous divorce. He’s leaving soon. But he has gray eyes, and a deep velvety voice…did I mention he looks like Joshua Jackson?

A small-town single mom like me has no business believing in fairy tales. But the very handsome, charming, dirty-talking prince (yes, seriously) I met nineteen months ago now has his fine ass and panty-melting grin planted on my front porch. He’s been searching for me ever since I snuck out after our hot, fantasy-filled weekend together. And, dammit, that’s a little romantic. Now that he’s found me, he wants to pick up where we left off. Because he thinks he’s in love with me.

On a scale of one to 10, Quinn Thompson is a 15. Gorgeous. Fiery. A cheerleader so far out of my league, it’s embarrassing that I even fantasize about her. I need to find a way to shut down the dirty thoughts she inspires, before it’s too late. If I don’t, this whole new life of mine is at risk. Easier said than done when temptation lives right down the hall.