Worth is charming, dependable, and every bit the perfect gentleman. But the moment he lays eyes on Sophia, his carefully controlled world shatters. She's the one he didn't know he was waiting for, and now? He'll do whatever it takes to make her his.

They thought she was unsuitable as a bride because she was mute. I thought that made her perfect. Silent. Invisible. I could pretend she didn’t even exist.

The Ivanov family exudes wealth and power, so when its founder shows up on the surgical roster of a third-year resident, even with me not laying eyes on her previously, I’m thrust under their spotlight. Her son’s, to be precise. Maksim Ivanov is a walking red flag. He oozes confidence, and appears to have never been told no, but despite our differences, sparks ignite the moment we trade sultry glances. The tension is white hot. I’ve never experienced such an immediate mutual connection. But as quickly as his mother was placed under my care, she is removed.

It was supposed to be a harmless kiss at a lavish debutante ball. A clandestine moment with a handsome stranger. But unlike his namesake, my Romeo isn’t driven by love. He’s fueled by revenge. To him, I’m a chess piece. Leverage. His rival’s betrothed. To me, he is a man deserving of poison. A dark prince I refuse to marry. He thinks I’ll accept my fate. Well, I plan to rewrite it. And in my story, Juliet doesn’t die. But Romeo? He perishes.

Work, sleep, and sometimes eat. Rinse and repeat. That’s been my life for the past two years. One struggle after another. Fighting to keep my sister alive. Fighting to maintain the strength to not give up. I had everything under control. I had a routine. Order. Until a certain Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome turned my world on its axis. He’s relentless. No matter how much I shut him down, he keeps showing up.

When I'm late for a job interview and get stuck on an elevator with an annoyingly sexy, ancient-Rome-obsessed grump, the last thing I expect is for him to be the billionaire owner of the building. I also don't expect to almost kill him...accidentally, of course.

Lev Zarkov is a real-life monster. No, correction, he's actually the devil. Except, when I first meet him, he's simply the mysterious, handsome man traveling next to me on a first-class flight to New York. And after being dumped at the altar by my loser fiancé who vanished into thin air the morning of our wedding, when things get flirty between me and the mysterious stranger, I think, why not? Surely, I deserve one night to forget. I mean, where's the harm in a little indulgence, right?

Brutal, cold, and illegally gorgeous, Dante Sartorre isn't just mafia royalty. He's also the tyrant owner of the infamously deviant and members-only Club Venom. He's also my new husband. In my defense, I wasn't supposed to be the bride. But I sealed my fate when I saved my friend by signing the Venom Devil's marriage contract myself. Now, he owns me. All of me…

I hate my boss. Like, loathe him. Two years ago, he semi-broke my heart and he still doesn’t remember who I am. Okay so I was covered in electric blue body paint, and wearing a wig, but is that a good excuse to not remember the girl you said was your destiny? Now I’m stuck working for the jerk because only he can give me the job I really want—manager of his hotel. When he needs a fake fiancé for business reasons, there’s an easy solution—blackmail. He has to give me a trial run as hotel manager in return for wearing his ring.

Nico De Kysa. Cold. Detached. Ruthless. And my new husband. I didn't want to marry the despicable mafia don. But my father made a deal with the devil, and lucky me, I'm the currency. If I leave… He'll destroy my father's fortune. But if I stay… He'll obliterate my heart. In this union, the lines between love and hate are blurred. So blurred. He's a cold-blooded monster with ice in his veins and frost in his heart. But in bed, Nico De Kysa burns like wildfire. And in the heat of the night, I begin to forget why I hate the mobster.

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.

Theo Graham is charming. Sweet. Absolutely gorgeous. But I’m not a little girl anymore. I shouldn’t want him. I can’t have him. I should know better than to want my best friend’s dad. My best friend is Theo’s son, who may or may not have had feelings for me on and off for the past eight years. Wanting my best friend’s dad was the one secret that was never supposed to come out. Except now, he wants me too.

Yes, I’m a single dad who needs a nanny for the summer. But hiring the stranded runaway bride who shows up on my doorstep in a wedding gown with no references, no skills, and no experience? No one is that desperate.

I didn’t know bridesmaid was code for babysitter for the bride’s brother, but if that’s what my best friend needs of me for her dream wedding to go off without a hitch, that’s what I’ll do. Even if Theo Monroe has been a pain in my rear since third grade. Even if he should be responsible enough to not wreak havoc at his sister’s destination wedding.

Holt Sebastian is royalty in our world. As CEO of the Sebastian News Corp, he’s the man with all the power. The man who decides if I’ll always just be a local television anchor or if I’ll be the rising star of my own show.

Meet Randi Burnett—she’s brilliant, she’s beautiful, and she works for the bride. Missing groom? Intoxicated in-laws? Crying ring-bearer? You name it, she wrangles it. Too bad her personal life isn’t thriving like her side gig as a bridesmaid for hire. Recently dumped, Randi throws herself into her biggest challenge yet when she’s hired as a maid of honor and pretend best friend for an ice queen bride. There’s just one problem—the best man is infuriating, overprotective, and anti-marriage.

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.

I'm addicted to my stalker. He watches me at night, sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder, getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction.

As president of my MC, I've always had to hide a part of who I am. I was fine with that until he walked into my life. Now, I can't shove that half of myself into the dark anymore. My club won't understand and the woman I want definitely won't get it, but what choice do I have? I want them both and I'm done with not taking what I want. Yeah, I'm savage enough to screw the rules to get what I want and I want them. Both of them—and I won't settle for less. You can't control who you love but sometimes, it's savage enough to make its own heat.

Ali had been content keeping to herself and staying hidden from her abusive ex. But when she meets two seemingly ordinary guys, Cam and Kace, the three of them develop an unexpected friendship that makes Ali feel like herself for the first time in years. Cam and Kace aren't just ordinary guys, though. They're superstars in the Atlanta sports world, with their names and faces plastered all over town. But Ali didn't know that, and they didn't tell her the truth.

I waited eight years to marry the father of my children. I worked on our relationship. I was patient. I forgave—the thoughtless remarks, the disappointments, the test results when I was expecting our youngest that proved he hadn't been "working late." Then, when we finally made it to the altar, he looked deep into my eyes, smiled, and cracked a fat joke. That wasn't the worst of it. His vows weren't a promise to love. They were a final test of exactly what I'd do to get his ring on my finger—what I'd take—in front of our family, friends, and their cell phones.

Overhearing my cousin's best friend confessing that she's never been satisfied wasn't my fault . . . but offering to help her change that definitely was. Her brother is a friend of mine, and while this has a bad idea written all over it, it doesn't stop us from becoming friends . . . with benefits. Palmer is gorgeous, off-limits, and stubborn as hell. For the first time, I'm the one left wanting more. I'm tired of watching her walk away. I'm ready for her to stay.

Single and pregnant at eighteen was not what I had planned for my life, but after my fiancé skipped town on our wedding day, I had no choice. When his best man handed me the goodbye note, I thought my life was over. Three years later, his best man is now my best friend. My family likes him. My daughter adores him. And me? Well, I'm hopelessly in love with him. Too bad I can never tell him how I feel.

In my defense, my new migraine meds had packed quite the drowsy punch that morning. One minute I was trimming his GQ-worthy locks and the next, I'd given him a side shave that would make a Marine jealous. Fast forward through a ticked-off Dev Menon storming out of my salon, threatening legal action, and I'm thinking the day couldn't get worse. Except it does...

Going to college didn’t mean I escaped the watchful eye of my parents. They say the cameras outside my home are for my protection, but I knew better. When I manage to escape to a party without being seen, I find myself staring right into the wicked golden eyes of Rafe Crimson. I know immediately that he's bad news, that I should walk, no, run away…Yet, I don’t. Instead, I find a way to see him again. Only our second meeting is nothing like our first. There’s something animalistic about Rafe this time and before I can stop what’s happening, he turns me into a werewolf.

The sound of the gavel crashing down has my life flashing before my eyes. Learning to play ball. Falling in love, marrying an incredible woman, and starting a family. Becoming a starting pitcher for the Indianapolis Lightning. Everything I ever wanted . . . Until I struck out. The same success that gave me the life I dreamed of, took it all away. I'd do anything for a second chance, even throw the perfect pitch.

I'm the face of the NHL. The golden boy with quick hands and a million-dollar smile the fans adore. My contract is up at the end of the season, and with playoffs starting, I have to be on my best behavior. Keep my head down and respect the press when they shove their microphones beneath my nose. This isn't my first rodeo, so it should be easy. Right?

Hockey is my life. How could it not be when I'm the youngest daughter of Ace Moreau, hockey legend turned coach? It only makes sense since I live and breathe the game that I would want a player of my own. Given my access to the team, you'd think it would be easy to choose from the catalog of athletic hunks carving up the ice, right? Wrong. Daddy dearest has made it clear that under no circumstances are any of his players allowed to touch his daughters. But I won't be deterred. I only need one to break the rules with me.

Xavier Parker gets what he wants. Richer than God. Hotter than fire. Colder than ice. Father of my child. And he has no idea. As London's top restauranteur, he has the golden touch but rules his world with an iron fist. Now he's back in New York with two objectives: Open the newest hotspot in the city, and win back my heart five years after he broke it. I'd run in the opposite direction, but it's been so long...And Xavier knows my recipe. Passion. Pleasure. Just the right kind of pain.

My life as a ballerina came to an end when I broke my leg onstage. My ballet slippers now hang uselessly on my wall. All that remains are my shattered heart and an uncertain future. Until I run into the tall, dark, and mysterious stranger at a gala. Devilish, handsome, and oh so delectably Scottish, Keir is looking for a nanny for the summer. He's a single father, too busy and too rich to take care of his daughter alone. I have a million questions, but I'm caught up in the unquestionable heat in his eyes.

My mother sold me to the shifters, all in the name of peace. For more than a century, the witches and shifters have been at war. So when my mother came home with the news that peace had been struck between us, I should've known better. Warning bells should have been ringing in my head, but they weren't. It wasn't until the shifters came for me that I knew better.

She's a mafia princess who knows her duty: Marry whoever her father chooses. He's a cold-hearted billionaire out for revenge. And she's his new pawn.

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He was my one and only . . . until he chose his rockstar lifestyle over me. When his tour brought him back to town and became my next-door neighbor, my baby bump is on full display. Just my luck. So, I did what any girl would. I lied and told him it wasn't his. He'd never choose us over the Rockstar lifestyle. But every time I see his piercing blue eyes and tattooed, muscular body, my heart begs me to reach out. I can't risk the chance of rejection again for me, or our child . . .