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Tristan Stiles is the bane of my existence. He never wears a shirt. We can’t seem to stop fighting. He’s an arrogant playboy with a filthy reputation. Sure, I had a crush on him when I was fourteen but that was a long time ago. I know better than to trust him. I just need to survive long enough to find a new job and get a new place. And not accidentally let Tristan show me exactly how well-deserved his reputation is.

Things that awaken my inner rage monster (in no particular order): The F-nugget who thought it would be fun to try to kidnap me. Throwing me in a trunk? Rude! My oldest brother - For insisting I need constant babysitters since I’m in danger. Oops! Did I say babysitters? I meant bodyguards. Same brother again - For having a ridiculously hot best friend, then assigning him as my primary bodyguard and telepathically forbidding him from dating me, even though I’m starting to suspect that he’s seriously crushing on me. (The best friend is crushing, not my brother. Don't be weird.)

My name is Lux Weston, and I’m a matter of national security... apparently. All I did was meet a beautiful girl in a bookstore and then rescue her. Once… twice… and maybe a third time—from a creeper. The problem? The creeper turned out to be Secret Service, and the girl… well, she’s Radley Andrews—the President’s only daughter. It has disaster written all over it. I should stay away. She’s a student, I’m a Major League Baseball player. She’s trying to hide from the spotlight, I’m standing underneath it. Not to mention I’ve never had a relationship, and Radley has her own demons to battle.

No one understands my obsession with my best friend's bodyguard. They don't see the sweet man inside the stoic exterior. The one who buys me novels and thinks I don't know he follows me home. He's fighting feelings for me despite what he calls "professional boundaries." When he volunteers to marry me so I can access my trust fund, I'm more convinced than ever. But it takes more than a Vegas wedding to make a marriage. And that prenup I never thought we'd need? It may be the one thing to save us.

He's my first love. My high school sweetheart. And he's leaving tomorrow for a bigger and better life. I've loved Ben almost my entire life, and we have one night left before he heads miles away to college on a football scholarship. I'm bound and determined to make sure this day goes perfectly so he remembers me as the girl he loves. But I cant help worrying that Ill end up as the girl he loved.

Imagine this: an author with a raging case of writers block finds an unexpected source of inspiration in her grumpy, gorgeous new roommate. Sounds amazing, right? Except that new roommate is my childhood best friend. And Ian Wilder has been off-limits since I was five.

Cash Ryatt is a distraction. It's no secret the bad boy race car driver has built a reputation from two things. Winning and fu-front-page headlines. I've read he's the best at both, but I have no intention of finding out firsthand. I have my own plans, and they don't include making the gossip sites as his next one-night stand. My three older brothers, his bosses, would never stand for it anyway. So, how did I find myself daydreaming about the one man I've been forbidden from dating? His mere proximity causes my heart to beat wildly in my chest.

Saylor Woodson is my best friend's little sister, and she's completely off limits. We have a history, a connection – one that no one else knows about. I've kept my distance for years, it was easy when she was away at school. But now she's home, and she's everywhere I turn. And the way that I want her is unexplainable. So, I do everything in my power to keep my distance, because her brother is my best friend. My family. But the pull is too strong. I want to claim her and keep her and make her mine.

I'm a hunter, destroying the evil that roams these streets. That's always been my focus. Then, I saw her. My newest obsession. My deadliest sin. One look into her eyes, and I knew we were the same. Hungry for blood. For revenge. Hiding behind our secrets. She has her demons, and I have mine. Our scars run so deep, no one knows how much we bleed except the two of us.

I've been pretending for so long it's become normal. To the average person, I have it all… a multi-million-dollar contract to play baseball, four homes, and—if I choose—my pick of any gorgeous woman on my arm. The only problem? The one woman I want—no, need—in my life completely erased me from her memory when we were only teens.

I steer clear of relationships, especially the messy ones. I keep things simple, and it works for me. Until I agree to help out Cosette Dubois by pretending to date her. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Kind and sweet and smart and talented. Fake boyfriend… no problem. I'm a giver that way. Throw in a crazy ex, a Botox-injected mother who hates me, a snaggletoothed dog who can turn on a dime, and a woman I can't stop thinking about.

My marriage wasn't perfect, but my husband's unexpected death yanked away my sense of security and left me floundering. Enter Jameson Flynn, former NHL star and my late husband's sports agent, who's back in my life as the executor of the will. Things between us are as contentious as when we worked together five years ago, except now we're working together to navigate all of the secrets and deceptions my husband left behind.

Turn-ons...Party girls. Platinum blondes. Zero expectations. I used to think that if you could combine all three into one female, you'd have the perfect woman. Then why the hell does Ava Pearson an outdoorsy girl, a brunette, and a woman who screams stability and responsibility seem to be the only woman on my mind lately? I've got enough obligations without adding any complications to the mix my son, my bar...well, that's about it. But that's enough for a guy like me.

A misunderstanding sparks an enemies-to-lovers romance between an outdoorsman and an aspiring writer in this funny and festive Christmas-themed novel.

Elijah North has survived starvation and torture. Now he faces his darkest challenge: the possibility of life without Holly Frank. The woman he loves hangs in the balance. The family he found mourns in the distance. And the future he built crumbles in the wind.

Holly Frank is in trouble. The deadly kind. She and her sister must evade the authorities and the criminals who want them dead. Including Elijah North. The man who took her heart in Paris, her body in a prison cell, and her trust without remorse. He's determined to keep her safe. Even if that means losing her forever. Adam Bisset has his own dark agenda. She’s caught between the two men, torn apart with every sensual push and pull. Each touch is a lie, each whispered tenderness a trap—but she can’t resist them.

I'm stepping off a nine hour flight when it happens. A white van. A dark hood. Every woman's worst nightmare. Now, I'm trapped in an abandoned church. The man who took me says I won't be hurt. The man in the cell next to me says that's a lie. I'll fight with every ounce of strength, but there are secrets in these walls. I'll need every single one of them to survive.

Tessie Truelove has spent her entire life avoiding . . . well, true love. And why wouldn't she? Her dog ran off, her father left to go get cigarettes and never came back, and her mother passed away years ago. Instead, Tessie, a celebrity interior designer, clings to her to-do lists and her Pantone colors and her toxic job to avoid more heartbreak. But after too much whiskey and a wild night with a rugged stranger has her seeing two little pink lines, she vows to do motherhood all by herself. After all, it might be her one shot at true love.

When Grant Thomas, the handsome stranger standing in front of me in line at the coffee shop, stripped his uniform shirt off and handed it to me, I could have sworn I was on an episode of Punked. Not only was the man Gabe Kapler’s doppelganger, but he was also a pilot and good with babies, which my six month-old daughter could attest to as she settled in his arms while I changed into his shirt, contemplating all of my life choices at that moment.

Chase Sinclair should be my enemy. Wrights and Sinclairs don’t mix. Not with years of history and turmoil between our families. A rivalry that only seems to fester and corrode with time. Except I’m done denying what I want. We both are.