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I’m the bad boy of baseball. And she’s the good girl who’s meant to repair my image. Falling in love with my pretend girlfriend is not part of the plan… My life is a mess. My career is in serious jeopardy because of one stupid decision that had disastrous results. I’m stuck on the injured list, for who knows how long, and losing endorsements because of my reckless behaviour.

Grace Bianchi has always been drawn to men who are allergic to relationships. But when a mysterious man walks into her shop, saving her from a disaster, she finds herself wondering… is he different than the others? Ryder Cooper is fumbling his way through life. He’s been lost since his wife passed away, leaving him to raise two young children alone. But when he meets a beautiful tattoo artist with a zest for life, she makes him wonder…could he love again?

I hate that part in a wedding, where everyone waits on pins and needles to see if someone has a reason why the couple shouldn’t get married. So, when I ran into my high school sweetheart and found out that she was engaged, I said my peace before she ever walked down the aisle. Shauna and I crossed paths when I went to Las Vegas for work, and sharing one meal with her was enough for me to remember why no other woman has even come close to affecting me the way she did.

Delilah Jones was once my saving grace. Now, she might just become my ruin. Normally I'd do everything to avoid her in our small town of Willow Brook Falls, but that's impossible since she's now my daughter's new nanny. She's also way too young for me, and completely off limits. But there's just one problem. Even after all this time, I still can't seem to resist her.

I wasn’t planning to propose to Raif Jones, the bad boy from the wrong side of town. The one with the tattooed muscles, naughty blue eyes, and dimpled, James-Dean grin. You see, it all started with a series of bad decisions. First was flirting with a dangerous criminal to rescue a little girl I didn’t even know. Second was throwing a massive, masked gala in my small-town hideout (complete with drag queens) and not expecting to draw attention… Then Raif rode in on a motorcycle and melted my undies (and my heart), saying he wouldn’t let anybody hurt me.

I watched her. I knew I shouldn't. It was a mistake. Wrong. Forbidden. A glimpse of heaven before a depraved angel led me to hell. One email was all it would take to end the torture. A simple email, dropping Eden Wilder from my class and my life. But I couldn't do it. I was selfish—taking any bit of her I could.

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!

Micah Malone is the son of a notoriously cruel—and thankfully dead—mafia boss. Now, he's the organization's enforcer and right hand to his brother's reign. He's the broadest of five boys. The quietest. And the deadliest. Yet, even with his blade pressed to my throat, he's still the only man who makes me feel alive. It's toxic and dangerous to pursue a relationship with him. I know better. But Micah is like a flame, burning bright in the night. And I'm more scared of the dark than of the monsters who hide amongst the shadows.

When the biggest career opportunity of my life-my own home reno TV show-sends me back to my hometown, I'm less than excited. Paradise, Idaho might be paradise for everyone else, but it never was for me. Except for my best friend, Zach. When he signs on to be a contractor on my show, things start to look up. And heat up.

What does a billionaire hockey player and a down and out dog walker have in common? Sabien: Nothing besides my dog—unless you count the sizzling attraction between us. Which makes our arrangement to live together and carry off a fake relationship all the more ridiculous. But I desperately need to give the appearance of settling down and she needs a place to live after being evicted, so my agent—under loud protest—goes along with the deal and writes up a contract.

My soul mate is my natural enemy. Or close enough. He's a vampire and I'm a wolf. Our kinds are at war. A centuries-old blood war. I can't stay away from him. I hate him, but I want him. Our love is a standoff. For every inch I take, he pushes a mile.

My corporate kingdom is vulnerable right now. This is the perfect time for the enemy to strike. My gunshot wound doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is my wife. I'm haunted by the knowledge that she could be next. Gwen might have come to me through a twisted game of corporate revenge. It might have started as an arranged marriage, but it's become real. The only thing I can do to protect her is keep her near me. Except the danger lurks closer than I ever imagined.

Be careful what you write on a Taco Bell napkin in high school. Committing to a marriage pact beside a Mild sauce stain normally isn't contractually binding. Unless, of course, your signature winds up next to the signature of a future billionaire CEO, who is 100% serious, 100% certifiably grumpy, and 100% the kind of person to make 30-day Valentine activities at his fancy office building mandatory.

Dark, mysterious, and lethal . . . That's how most people describe the three men in my bed. Cold-blooded assassins who kill men they deem unfit for society. And yet, to me, they're my salvation. Rescuing me from a gilded cage and a doomed life with a sinister man. I asked them for a simple favor: two birds for one stone. What they demanded in return was something far more profound, something that would indefinitely tether the four of us with an unbreakable bond.

I should've stayed dead. I should've run when he challenged the winning bid. I should've said no to his contract. But the ruthless Don Enzo Alfera gets what he wants. He wants revenge. More than anything, he wants me.

My daughter and I have spent years just getting by while my ex-husband tries his best to sabotage anything good, and the last thing I need is an athlete who's constantly getting in trouble. But when things heat up and my pride refuses to confide in my brother, Leo is the one who sees me at my lowest and offers to help. I can live with him in exchange for some meals. Maybe some dishes and dry-cleaning. But his fall from grace with the media is far from over, and when he's forced to enter a PR relationship, the only person he trusts is me.

My name is Luc Lenaghan, and I'm a man who knows mistakes. I'm especially skilled at making them. Bathing in them. Compounding them. But hell, being an expert in the matter means I know how to spot the opposite, too. Kari Macchio was the girl I met when she was only seven. We kissed when she was eighteen. We committed to each other when she was twenty-four. And we married when she was twenty-eight. Unfortunately, she was the woman I destroyed when she was thirty.

We have the perfect life, the most amazing marriage, neither of us wanting for more. Or so I thought. One night I walked in on my husband saying filthy, vile things all while holding my photo, directing those things at me. Scared, I fled the room, and he chased me, trying desperately to explain...

I've spent my life in darkness, hidden away from the world. It's where monsters belong after all, isn't it? But my curvy maid, Dahlia, brings more than just order to my world. She brings me back to life and makes me want more. My beastly appearance doesn't scare her. Nothing does. Except, perhaps, the father she's running from. But I won't give her up for any man. This beauty is all mine.

I, Drake Colter, solemnly swear I DO NOT WANT a girlfriend . . . Carefree and ridiculously good-looking, I have the entire student body eating from the palm of my hand—shouldn't I let the ladies on campus have their fill rather than being tied down? If only my brother Drew would take notes from my playbook. As identical twins, we share the same voice, the same face, and the same physique; it's virtually impossible to tell us apart—but that's where the similarities end.