Emily has the life every woman dreams of. But when Louis mysteriously starts pushing Emily away, becoming distant and secretive, she is forced to search for the truth among the lies, scandal, and heartbreak of his past that threaten to shatter her world. What she finds out will test the strength of her love and her vows to the man of her dreams. Can Emily and Louis rewind far enough back to a time when life was simpler and love was all they needed?

They call him The Donkey because of the size of his dick. I call him it because he's a complete and total ass. I hate Landon Maddox with a passion, and I haven't even met him yet. Underwear model, star quarterback, arrogant, muscle-headed prick. I never wanted a stepbrother in the first place, and now I have one that thinks he's a God. Seriously. If his most famous asset isn't beaming down at me from billboard posters all over the city, he's spread across the front pages of every single newspaper, always for the wrong reasons.

He was a jerk, but she loved him; that was the first problem. The second? He was her stepbrother. Dante Hix. An alpha male. A billionaire at 21. A god. It had been three years already, and she still wasn't over him. What the hell was she thinking going back again now?

Tate Antonio has been without her father for nearly 13 years. He left one day and never came back. Tate has given up on hearing from her father ever again when a strange letter arrives in the mailbox of her apartment that she shares with her best friend since birth, Flynn McEntire. Born just two weeks apart, the two girls grew into women with a plan. They would be at each other’s wedding party when they married the men of their dreams. The problem with that plan? Tate has no idea that Flynn’s dream has changed, and Flynn wonders if Tate will ever realize she’s in love with her.

I've spent so many years fantasizing about this kind of thing I've lost count, and now that it’s here, I can hardly believe my luck. That’s right before my mom drops a bombshell, of course, and fate stabs me in the ass with his sharpened sword. Twins Logan and Jack are perfect in every single way but one. They’re about to become my stepbrothers.

Beau Emerson is no gentleman. Those hazel eyes. That filthy mouth. That greedy, hard body. It all equates to one thing. Irresistible. One look and I know he'll bruise my lips and scar my knees. He'll give me the best nine days of my life while ruining me in the most beautiful way imaginable. And I'll let him, because he has the power to talk me into anything. Except one thing. Staying. I have no choice. The things I desire from him will destroy me in the end.

Sam was just another lazy kid - no direction in life, hanging out at his parents’ house, no girlfriend, listless. His parents gave him choices: move out and work the only kind of job he was ready for, a minimum-wage job, or join the service, or go to a girls’ finishing school. Sam becomes Samantha and goes off to school - a school where the girls are taught how to take care of a man and be the ideal wife.

Getting stuck in an elevator with a flirtatious and charismatic stranger leaves Jude Flores flustered enough - even before she realizes that he's Eric Zimmerman, the powerful billionaire CEO...and her powerfully sexy new boss. Having arrived in Spain to take over his company's office, Eric is clearly interested in more than business. He notices Jude for her brilliance and talent, but it's her humility that excites him the most.

When Grace Danner finds out her great-aunt has passed away leaving her a flower shop in Ireland, she is anxious to get it off her hands as quickly as possible. She plans a quick trip to sign papers and save family heirlooms, hoping to return home before the end of the week. She meets real estate agent Kerry Mulligan...and as much as Grace wants to get to know the red-haired Irish beauty in the short time she is there, Kerry is nothing but business. Can Grace break through Kerry’s icy disposition and open her up to a quick affair? Listen to find out more.

He was my dad's best friend - and my first crush. Falling for him was bad. Flirting with him and trying to get in his pants the night of my 21st birthday party was definitely worse. But can you blame me? I hadn't seen the guy in years and he comes back looking hotter than ever. Our fling shouldn't have even begun but now that it has, I don't want it to stop. I'm crazy for this guy - and he's obsessed with me. Too bad my father will kill him if he finds out. So we can't tell him. We just have to keep it secret. Right? That might have worked...until he got me pregnant.