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.

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.

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.

Confession: I’m straight, but if my wife doesn’t give me some soon, I will stick my ten-inch pole into something nice and warm, and at this point, I don’t care if it’s a man or woman. My name is Dante, and I’m a straight man. I run the biggest barbershop chain in the southside of Chicago, Fresh Cutz, and have a primarily straight clientele. I’m tall, chocolate, and maintain a lean, ripped physique that the ladies love, but I’m about to lose my mind because my wife doesn’t satisfy my desires. It’s getting harder and harder for me to remain faithful with this massive steel ...

Confession: I lay pipe for a living, not the kind that water flows through. The kind that makes every customer leave satisfied and come back for more.I’m a bi-playboy whom no one can resist. I’m 6’5, ripped, blonde, and have mint green eyes that all men and women fall for. I’m a god among men, and the problem is, I know it. I have the pleasure of being married to a beautiful young black woman who has accepted my orientation as long as I remain faithful to her. There's only one problem, I’m a freak and can’t keep this nine-incher in my pants even though I try. When it gets hard, ...

Can my anaconda come play in your garden? I promise he doesn’t bite. Bryce Jennings demands he’s straight, but ever since he’s let the professor’s anaconda play deep in his well-maintained garden, he can’t get him or his anaconda off his mind. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to make sure his snake has a warm, tight, and hospitable environment to play in. The only problem is Professor Davenport’s anaconda is playing in more than one garden. Professor Davenport is straight, but he’s caught between a rock and a HARD place. He wants to keep up his appearances as a ...

I'm straight white man but I keep staring at my girlfriend's black eighteen year old son. My name is Kennedy. I'm a tall, masculine, and muscular mechanic deeply in love with my girlfriend, Kimberly. We've been together for nearly a year, and our relationship is almost perfect. However, there's one significant hurdle: her son, Travon. Travon has little respect for authority. Despite the fact that I'm old enough to be his father, he treats me more like a peer. He often disrespects me and my home, seemingly because of our racial differences—I'm Caucasian and she's African American. He ...

I shouldn't... he's my best friend's DAD... When you’re an African American 18-year-old high school senior and track star with Christian parents, being gay isn’t allowed. For years, I didn’t partake in any form of intimacy because of my parent’s beliefs, but I was hoping that that changed the night I snuck out of the house to attend my best Friend Ben’s birthday party. When Ben’s dad picked me up, I didn’t expect to be drawn to Mark, an older, respected blond, curly-haired, green-eyed police officer with muscles bulging from beneath his well-fitted uniform. He's kind and ...