Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

We're not free to give into this. She's 19, and I'm 38. And I'm her boyfriend's father. Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.

After watching my mother succumb to a mysterious illness, I promised myself two things. I'd find the cure for what ravaged her and leave the godforsaken city where she abandoned me. Four years later, I received an acceptance letter from Dracadia University, one of the oldest most prestigious schools in the country. Nestled on a secluded island off the coast of Maine, it's rumored to be haunted by the souls of the mental patients exiled there centuries before, those whose bones are said to make up the island's white sandy shores. And restless ghosts aren't even its most daunting peculiarity.

I knocked up my best friend’s daughter, The one I promised to protect… It’s been over a decade since I’ve last seen Kendall, And the last place I expected her to turn up was the club. She deserves better, so I offer her a job at my lake property. While she keeps it clean and organizes my office, I try to keep it professional and in my pants. She’s grown up into a fiery vixen, all bold curves and legs for days. And it makes things very… hard. The passion swirling in her eyes tells me the feeling is mutual. But she’s my best friend’s daughter I vowed to look after, Not submit ...

One brother’s best friend + one hotel room = two blue lines If “sexy” had a mascot, my brother’s best friend would be it. Deep hazel eyes and a diamond cutting jawline. He offers me the business deal of a lifetime, If I play a convincing date for his ex’s destination wedding. But pretending we're smitten is easier said than done. His devilish smirk and cocky attitude work me up, Until I can't decide if I want to punch him or kiss him. Now sharing one room in paradise has me questioning everything. He’s more than off-limits, But my heart, and his hands, have a mind of their own. ...

Twenty years of military discipline hasn’t prepared me for one weekend with Amy… Leo Amy’s the perfect woman. Sweet, funny, and curves that make my mouth water. Too bad she’s my best friend’s daughter and completely off-limits. When he asks me to protect her, he has no idea how far I’ll go to keep her safe. Amy may be forbidden to me, but I won’t let any other man touch her. Amy It’s only ever been Leo. Since he made me laugh when I was twelve years old, I’ve had a crush on him. But he still sees me as a little girl. When we’re thrown together for the weekend, it’s my ...

The silver fox doctor is on my doorstep ready to confess, Yeah, the one who doesn’t want kids. The door swings open to my six-year-old staring up at him. Oh crap… Hold on, let me back up here. Dr. Steamy – I mean Scott – is a world-class pediatrician who prefers the bachelor life. He saves kids' lives all day but doesn’t want any of his own. Fine by me, our fling is just that. No strings attached, so I keep my personal life out of it. Including my son. Sparks are flying, parts are tingling, and panties hit the ground. Scott’s my real-life prince charming and I’m living the ...

He was supposed to break my bed, not my heart. Mr. Hottie-with-a-Body ghosted me a year ago, and now he's my new boss. Still cocky. Still hot AF. Still thinks he can take whatever he wants. And he wants me to be his fake wife. He'll get his promotion and I'll get my debt erased. At first, he drives me crazy pushing all my buttons. But the way he stares at me gives me goosebumps, And soon his rock-hard body is all that fills my thoughts. Now, I love pretending to be husband and wife. Except we pretend a little too perfectly, Because I'm staring at a big, fat plus sign. He's promoted, And ...

Mr. Tattooed, Dark, and Grumpy was supposed to be a one night stand. So how the hell did I end up becoming the nanny… Dressed to kill in all black, Dropping bills like he owns the place. I'm glad I didn't wear panties because they would be destroyed. A bit of fun was all I expected that night. End of story. Until I show up to the nanny interview, and it's him. We clash like oil and water during the day. And ruin the sheets at night. He's already got two sweet daughters of his own and would never settle down. So where does that leave me and MY baby bump… Buckle up for a ride with a foul-...

In any other world, I’d be wildly attracted to him. His stacked muscles contoured his shirts, And his electric blue eyes were definitely swoon-worthy. But every time Charlie opened his mouth, I was reminded why I hated him. Cheeky Frat-Boy. Pompous A$$hole. Cocky Billionaire. He promised all he wanted was two hours of conversation. No touching whatsoever. So, I caved when a familiar look of desperation crossed his face. I had been the weird fat girl with braces at Peachland High School, Never even kissed a guy. Why was I so naïve to go along with this older playboy? Well, it was the ...

Rule #1: Don’t sleep with anyone in the office. Rule #2: Definitely DON’T get anyone pregnant. Oh well, I’ve always been a rule breaker. I’m Drew, the one your mother warned you about. My ego is as big as my bank account, and I always get what I want. And I want my sexy as sin PR rep, Camille. She’s constantly cleaning up my scandals and I know she hates me for it. Which makes sneaking around the office with her that much hotter. Our constant love/hate relationship is the stuff of fantasies. Her insatiable appetite for me drives me wild, And I’m happy to deliver what she craves....

One wild LA hookup turned into a fake relationship. Now I’m pregnant—and the hottie who friend-zoned me has no clue I’m falling for real. Meet Gavin Austin: a sinfully gorgeous demigod with sculpted cheekbones and a body that makes me forget my own name. When I heard he was newly single, I couldn’t stop picturing all the wicked things I’d let him do to me. It was just a fantasy... until his ex came crawling back. So I stepped in, took his hand, and claimed him as mine. It’s all supposed to be pretend—until his thumb grazes my cheek, our mouths hover a breath apart, and he ...

I accidentally married my best friend’s brother in Vegas. Now I’m pregnant. “Three million dollars. Going once, twice. SOLD!” “To the tall gentleman in the back.” A bachelorette auction, a blurry night in the city of Sin. Wickedly hot stranger in my bed and, A huge rock on my finger. WTF! I’m married? Shocked, I fled the city with my dirty little secret. A week later... My BFF invited me to her welcome home party. In walks Mason Russell, a certified playboy billionaire. Turns out, he’s not only my Vegas husband, but my best friend’s brother. The plan was to end the facade ...

He’s supposed to be off-limits. A man with plenty of options and my big brother’s best friend since they were kids. So why can’t I let my crush go? For years, I dreamed about being with Kaleb. Some would say it was a silly childhood crush, but it felt like more. It wrecked me when he moved away. I tried to let my crush go, but now he’s back. When my brother’s hurt, Kaleb comes home to help. It’s been three years since he last saw me in person. I’m older now—nineteen—mature, or so I think. When a PR scandal throws me and Kaleb together, I can’t resist the growing tension,...

Note to self: If you accept a job offer from your brother’s best friend, Don’t sleep with him. And definitely DON'T get pregnant. Eli Whiss is the big bad boss ready to huff, puff, and blow my little panties down. I’m the little sister that comes equipped with a “DO NOT TOUCH” sign from big bro. Our relationship starts with me spilling coffee on his junk and trying to rub it clean. Embarrassing doesn’t even begin to describe my red face. In front of everyone, he treats me like the clumsy little sister. But when the meetings end… his stare claims every inch of my 5’-4” soul...

After breaking up with the world’s biggest jerk, I’m reluctant to get back into the dating scene. So my best friend, Paula, and I make a deal. “If it’s ever going bad, shoot me a text, and I’ll come rescue you.” The only problem? I send the text to the wrong P – P for Professor Alexander. I met Asher Alexander on a history field trip, three years ago, only giving me his number in case of an emergency. So there’s no way he’s going to respond now three years later…right? But then he does more than that. This forty-three year old, silver-haired, muscular alpha appears and ...

Booze, boys, and backstage passes. What could go wrong? Turns out, a lot. Jackson Whiss is the living embodiment of a true rock ‘n’ roll bad boy. An alpha who takes what he wants. Demanding. Savage. And spoiler alert: he wants me. But not for the reason that you think. This jerk only needs a fake relationship to leverage my good-girl image. But in exchange, he’ll erase my student loan debt. What starts as a straightforward business deal, Ends backstage with tangled limbs, urgent strokes, and a low growl, “You’re mine.” We’re fire and ice, a match made in chaos. And toying with...

He’s not supposed to be here. I’m not supposed to see him naked. I’m not supposed to stand here, mouth wide open, staring, admiring. He’s my best friend’s dad. When Kayla asks me to come for a getaway at her dad’s place outside the city, I figure, why not? We’re supposed to have the place to ourselves. Then I see him, Lukas. All of him! Clearly, he doesn’t know we’re here. Did he see me? I don’t know. I’d die of embarrassment if he did. He keeps dropping hints that he knows I saw him swimming naked, seeming to enjoy it. I soon wonder if he has the hots for me, which ...