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I should have seen it coming. But I was too busy drowning in her essence. Enjoying every lush curve. Hanging onto each duplicitous word that tumbled from her sultry lips. Even now, with the cards on the table and the secrets exposed, I crave her. Every traitorous inch of her delectable body. She's mine. She's always been mine, and I don't care if she's my ruin. Forbidden fruit has never been sweeter…

Atticus Dupont is my stalker. My savior. My captor. He wants to keep me for himself. I was yanked from August's arms and thrown into the deadly underbelly of the criminal kingdom. Atticus is my only ally in this place, and he revels in knowing that I must rely on him if I want to survive—if I want to get back to my future husband. Atticus is dangerous, and I don't trust him. I despise him. I ache for him. The playboy billionaire has demons of his own. Somehow, I started to fall for him, and I can't leave now. Mighty is the sword. Violent are the crown's enemies.

Leo is afraid of heartbreak. My shadow. My protector. He doesn't want to share. The crushing burden of wedlock descended upon me, threatening to ensnare me in an unbreakable bond. I refused to accept my fate; I had to be courageous for my men. Filled with a burning passion, I declared myself the Bloody Queen and led my men in a daring struggle for their freedom. As we charged into battle, I knew that our victory would not come without great sacrifice.

Elise Brandeis has never won a Pulitzer—and she never will. At least not while she’s delivering sandwiches at the Gotham Times instead of working there as an actual reporter. Her only shot at seeing her byline in print is to prove to the no-nonsense managing editor that she has a nose for news. And she’s got just the story to grab her elusive attention—right after she delivers this turkey on ciabatta. Chasing down leads brings Elise to Roosevelt Island, but just when the trail of clues begins to take shape, she gets stuck—literally.

Cain was the biggest jerk I ever met when we were kids. Now he’s the biggest and meanest hockey player for the Inci Warriors. After years of avoiding him, he’s suddenly the guy who saves my life—literally. In the process of saving my life, he gets injured. Lucky for him and unlucky for me, I’m a physical therapist. My job now is to make sure Cain is healed and ready to play when the season starts…or else I’ll be the most hated person by a lot of passionate hockey fans. That’s when the real fun begins.

When my wedding is unexpectedly called off—not by me—I decide to take the mini honeymoon meant for me and my husband. I arrive at an isolated cottage in the woods with the intention of clearing my head. What I find is the tallest and strongest man I've ever seen in my life. This has to be a dream. Or maybe it's a gift from heaven. It quickly becomes a nightmare when he assumes I'm the cleaning lady and orders me to get his bags and put his stuff away. Then it gets worse.

Louisa McDavid figures after escaping from the cult she grew up in, the universe owes her a happy ending. Her sisters are all safe, she owns her own business, and she doesn't give a damn what anyone thinks of her. But as a woman in love with love, why has it been so hard for her to find one of the good ones? Everything changes when Ciaran Carter basically steps out of the pages of one of Louisa's beloved smutty books and into her romance-only bookstore. Tall, muscular, handsome, and he likes to read? He's the perfect book boyfriend come to life.

I'm pregnant. And the father has no clue. I pushed him away. I shut the door in his face. And while I thought it was only my broken heart he left behind, that wasn't the case. He left a child inside me. And I kept it. Now he's back, and it's time to face off with the only man I've ever wanted. But can he forgive me?

Eliza McDavid is done with dating. Every man she meets does nothing for her. After years of abuse, she knows she wants safety—but most of all, she wants love. Each of her sisters has her own passion, and Eliza thinks she's found hers when she decides to open her own coffee bar. But she doesn't have a clue how to run one. She knows someone who does, however, but he won't give her the time of day. Until he does.

All my friends are under the impression I'm only at Newhouse to chase women and play baseball. Those are two of my favorite pastimes. The truth is Newhouse is my chance to save my family's farm. If I don't get drafted, we'll lose everything we've been working hard to keep. Then I hear her sing, and she's all I can think about. It's messing up my game and putting my future in jeopardy. I need to get her out of my system, but this girl is playing hard to get.

After my parents passed away, I learned nothing is forever. Not the fame my band is gaining or the girl I might be falling for despite our no-strings relationship. With so many changes in a short amount of time, I find myself spiraling further and further with no end in sight. Except maybe rock bottom. Then the unthinkable happens. Kira gets pregnant, and if I don't get my life together, I'll lose way more than I ever bargained for.

Freedom was supposed to be mine. Instead, it made me a target. My poisoned escape didn't set me free; it dragged me straight back to the darkness. I've spent my whole life clawing at the chains meant to bind me, convinced freedom was the answer. I was wrong. Liberation comes at a cost, and...

It’s what we’ve always wanted—what we have always dreamed of—and nothing will stand in the way of achieving success. Except maybe me. As soon as we sign with our new record label, our producer gives us one rule: stay away from his daughter. I thought it would be easy to resist her, but Mia Hayes is under my skin. She is everything I never knew I wanted or needed. But falling for Mia might cost us everything we’ve worked so hard for. Do I sacrifice my band member’s dreams and chase her, or will Mia be the one thing that is more important than any stage I have ever dreamed of?

The aftermath of my parent's death was the toughest time in my life, but at least I had him. He was there every step of the way, wiped the tears I shed, and made me smile when I'd forgotten how to. Until he became the reason why I had to protect my heart with one simple rule—no more kissing. Six years later, because life had a great sense of humor, I found myself having to use that same rule on the man who inspired it. It's no surprise it didn't work. After all, my heart was never my own to protect—it belonged to Ares Hart the entire time.