Most women would be grateful to have a smoking hot country boy rescue them from a raging inferno. But not Andi. Dylan broke her heart five years ago and the last thing she wants is to owe a debt to the shredded 6'7" firefighter who threw her over her shoulder like she was weightless. He has a past. A child. A baby mama on the loose. More drama than she can handle. And...he broke her heart.

Hiking, cold weather, and cabins in the woods are not my thing. But when my two best friends beg me to join them for a trip to the mountains, I cave. "It'll be fun," they said. "You need to get out more," they said. Everything was fine until I realized it's all a setup. A weekend-long blind date orchestrated with the help of their boyfriends. To say I'm annoyed is an understatement. But then he shows up, looking like a lot more than a tall glass of milk.

Draven Harvey came home to Ironhaven, South Dakota, to settle down. The retired Marine was done with serving his country and just wanted a peaceful life working his father’s ranch. The Silver Creek Ranch was for men like him–broken and needing help finding their place in society. After his time in the military, he wants to be left alone. Ranching was to be his life. Cashea Moss took notice of the grumpy town hero who came to the bar where she sang every weekend. She was new to town, but she’d heard plenty about Draven.

She's falling for her own husband, despite her best efforts to stop it! Jennifer is done with love. It's made her do stupid ass things. Enter Bruce—the fine billionaire white boy who makes Jennifer realize that not believing in love doesn't mean you gotta give up on marriage . . . He needs a wife for business. She needs a husband to open doors. Neither wants a romance. Except their partnership turns out a little too successful.

I spent 18 years in the Army, and nothing hit me as hard as this woman. The first time I saw her picture, I wanted to drop to my knees and worship at her feet. Fiona Cooper is thick and curvy the way I like my women. I don't care that we've only talked online. She wants to be friends with benefits, but she's already mine.

I was left a swanky NYC apartment, courtesy of a will I didn't know I was in—but it comes with a caveat. I have to marry an incredibly rude—and fine—stranger. My first reaction is a clear, "I don't." My finances don't let me get that far. And Josh needs this fake marriage to get custody of his late friend's son. Is it enough to make me put up with the most abrasive but handsome white boy I've ever met?

Summer Madison is the opposite of everything Maxwell Sutton finds attractive in a woman. And yet, here he is, fighting powerful feelings for the new personal assistant his brother hired while he was out of town. Everything about her is wrong, yet his thoughts are consumed with nothing but her. Determined to do anything he can to stay away from her, Maxwell develops a no fraternization clause to the company policy. But rules and logic only last for so long.

A steamy contemporary romance novel about a forbidden love between plus-size fashion designer, Sophia, and billionaire playboy, Ethan. Sophia has always struggled with her weight and has learned to embrace her curves and love herself. She has built a successful fashion business catering to plus-size women and is proud of her achievements. But when she meets Ethan at a fashion industry event, she is immediately drawn to his charm and good looks. Despite knowing that a relationship between them would be taboo, Sophia can't resist her feelings for Ethan.

The first lesson my father ever taught me was that power is the only currency, loyalty is the law, and always take what you want. When the Mayor of our city begs me to keep his precious daughter safe, I seize my chance to strengthen the DeLuca hold on the town. I’ll keep her safe, but it’ll come at a price. Mia Gordon, the sheltered heiress, must become my wife.

I’m not truly one of the devout, bonneted brides who traveled to my sister’s wedding in Scotland hoping to find a pious mate in her adopted kingdom pack. Honestly, I only signed up for the free plane ticket and a place to lay low until I could sneak off and start the academic life I’ve been secretly planning for years.

Returning to my small hometown after I crashed and burned in the city is bad enough. Having my lifelong rival, Wes Stryker, rub it in my face doesn't make it easier. Even worse, I'm hired to help him pull his family's distillery out of a rough patch. Oh, and I'm forced to be his roommate. That means dealing with his annoying flirting and one-upping all day, every day. He's unbearably cocky, and his dimpled smile charms everyone with a pulse—except for me.

You've been his for years, and I respected it. Maintained my distance. Kept my silence. My secret. Until that night you came to me, disillusioned, angry and hurt. God help us both, but I crossed my carefully drawn line before you left, disappeared. Now, you're back, and my need for you is a beast that hasn't been fed and has grown hungrier in the years since I've seen you. I remind myself we can't be more than friends, that you're off-limits to me. But it doesn't stop me from secretly craving what can never be mine.

Parker was the last thing I expected when I packed my bags and moved to small-town Texas after learning my then-ex cheated two months before our wedding. All I knew is that I wanted to be far away. With my savings and a broken heart, I purchased a fixer-upper and took the next plane to a place where only one person knew my name. It was supposed to be my perfect opportunity to start over and scrub the male species from my mind. And it would have worked had Parker not smiled at me from the other end of the bar with eyes so blue they'd make a nun swoon.

Her ex sold her to pay off a gambling debt... And now her body belongs to Nashville's hottest heartthrob - the rebellious guitarist Seb Jefferson. Angie hates celebrities. She would never relent to a sin-soaked playboy like him. Nothing will change her mind... Not his flawlessly chiseled body. Not his skills with his tongue... And especially not his money.

First Mistake: Agreeing to my brother’s crazy, horrible scheme to seduce and drug my college’s hockey star, Yom “Yum” Rustanov, to get him disqualified for doping before his big international championship game. In the dictionary under femme fatale, you’ll find me—in the antonyms section.