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Lennox Kennedy is beautiful, loud, and the love of my life. She's also my ex-girlfriend. The first time I saw her after ten years apart, I slammed into the plexiglass minutes before our game was set to begin. The second time I threw up. The third time's a charm apparently because as my fiancée and I walked into an appointment to meet the woman hired to plan our nuptials—there she was again. Obviously, I did what any smart man would do—I called off the wedding. I don't have a plan per se, other than winning back the only girl I've ever loved.

Camden Snow is old enough to be my father, dangerously charming, annoyingly irresistible—and my future ex-boyfriend. The moment I meet the former hockey player at his holiday party, the chemistry is off the charts. Despite the pesky feelings his presence stirs inside me, I have zero intention of actually dating the notorious bachelor. I don't date. I'm only entertaining Camden's advances because I have an article to write and a point to prove. For years, I've witnessed my best friend date all the wrong men and repeatedly get her heart broken.

Lola Penelope Caruso is my favorite person to torment. When she’s had enough of me, her freckled cheeks go rosy, her tiny hands ball into fists, and she pulls at her signature tight braid and lets down her long red hair. I thought I'd seen her at her worst when we told her she’d have to move from New York City to a dump in Jersey with our law firm. But then a six-year-old showed up at my office with a note around his neck and my smile on his face, and she had to ask: Who's your daddy?

The first time I set foot in Fire Chief Declan Everhart's small town, he declared me trouble. Maybe it's because I'm a pop star hiding in his house for the holiday season. Or maybe it's the way I can't help but tease the Grinch. More than likely, though, it's because his best friend Cade touched me right in front of him, lighting a fire so hot it threatens to incinerate us all. Now, I can't keep my hands to myself.

Older. Hotter. And way out of my league. Hannah Prescott has been my obsession since the moment she uttered those five simple words. She thinks she'll deter me by her dismissive attitude, but her words only spur me on. I love a challenge, and since Hannah is my literal dream girl, she's worth putting in a bit of work.

A swoon-worthy romance novel set in the picturesque small-town charm of Monhegan, Maine, where a former child star seeks a second chance at life and love, only to be swept off her feet by a grumpy, handsome sheriff, his adorable niece, and a past that just won’t stay buried. Monhegan, Maine: a...

There's an unspoken rule in hockey: don't date your teammate's little sister. Dating the coach's little sister might be even worse. Not to mention bro code, which clearly states a best friend's little sister is off-limits. And I'm definitely prohibited from dating the owner of the team. But what if, before she was any of those things, she was the woman who turned my world upside down? What if she's the woman I shared the three best days of my life with, then spent years searching for? Sienna Langfield is all of those things, and now that I've figured out who she is, I can't walk away.

Ford Hall is gorgeous so you can’t blame me when I do something bad and convince him to kiss me on New Year's Eve. Or when I do it again in the daylight. He may be completely off limits but I’m going to make him my lover.

Sloane Marie Murphy is the only woman I've ever loved. She's my favorite person, the mother of my child and my soon to be ex-wife. I've been wracking my brain trying to fix my family but when a provision in my late father's trust forces me to move my family and our law practice from New York City to a dump in Jersey I think all hope is lost. She'd rather sign the papers than move with me. Until only one night, turns into two pink lines and now my father's ridiculous trust and the heir she's currently carrying, might just save my marriage.

Cash told me loving him wasn't a risk. He promised we would dance in the moonlight. He swore he was nothing like the ones who broke my heart. And he was right. He was so much worse.

With green eyes and an easy smile, Frank McCabe stole me away from the nightmares that awaited me at home. But the son of the Irish Mob would never be mine. I belonged to the Italians. And the moment my mother sold me to the head of the Italian Mafia, I became the one the people of Boston were warned about. The only person more feared than me in our city is the Irish Ghost. When I finally flee my marital prison with my sons and my sister in tow, I unwittingly run straight into the ghost of the Irishman who died in a fiery explosion years ago.

I've never been a good bet. I wear my emotions on my tattoo-covered sleeve, I say all the wrong things, and I revel in pissing off a certain redhead far more than I should. In other words, I'm the last person the court would choose to parent any child, let alone three of them. Yet being their father is all I want. So when the woman I love to hate offers to help make all my dreams come true, I jump at the chance. Marrying Ava is a convenient solution: she's my kids' favorite person and the court will absolutely approve of the woman who runs the biggest charity in Boston.

Brought to you by Penguin. Prepare to fall in love amongst the wildflowers this spring. . . When aspiring pastry chef, Tally Darling, returns home to her family’s daffodil farm, the last thing she expects to find is a hot – half-naked – farmhand living in her childhood bedroom and running...

For the past forty years, I've done an excellent job at every single one of them. Until Millie Hall. To be fair, I had no idea who she was that first night. Can't say the same about the second. Finding out that the mystery girl who turned my world upside down was the twin sister of my star left winger and my best friend's twenty-two-year-old daughter is less than ideal.

It was supposed to be a simple weekend away to forget the heartache caused by my cheating husband. But the man sitting next to me in 1B has different plans. Cash’s whiskey-colored eyes and easy smile beg me to dance beneath the stars, kiss in the moonlight, and walk hand in hand down the streets of Boston. Unfortunately, life has other plans because I’m still married, and Cash James is the billionaire playboy standing between me and my dream promotion.

Up until the moment I learned that my uncle and coach—the man I've looked up to my entire life—was having an affair with my best friend—the only woman I've ever wanted—I was a good boy. The Saint of hockey. Brooks Langfield: star goalie of the Boston Bolts and an all-around nice guy. Apparently, being good is overrated because seeing Sara blindsided when she learns that the man she was dating is married makes me just angry enough to stop thinking and finally take what I want—a real shot with my best friend.

Beckett Langfield is grumpy, rich and hates kids. I’m an overworked, overstressed, and overweight single mom. The only reason we’re getting married is because he needs to fix a PR disaster and I am available. As in sitting next to him, in a bar, when he has this brilliant idea. Considering I just got divorced, I’m not looking to do that again. But Beckett makes me an offer that I literally can’t refuse, so I don’t.

My best friend’s little sister is the one woman I can never have yet the only one I’ve ever wanted. For years, revenge has been my only obsession. Until her. I’m supposed to hate her. My father wants me to destroy her family just as hers destroyed mine. But the more Catherine James begs me to kiss her untouched lips, the more entangled our worlds become.

He is the one man who could destroy me, and the only man I’ve ever loved. Jay Hanson has worn many titles in my life. Boyfriend. Enemy. Ghost. Now he’s my boss. I thought that was bad enough until he forced a new title on me...husband. Little does he know I’m about to shake things up.

It’s been three years. It’s time to let go of the past. When a man covered in tattoos walks into the bar where I work, with a guitar case slung over his back and a determined swagger, I think I’m finally ready to move on...until I see his guitar. I’d recognize it anywhere. It was the last gift Nate ever received from his father.