Vadim Oblonsky: He's back. Crawling from the depths of hell where Zander Wright abandoned him. It's funny. Because Zander fancies the fire in his eyes is more than just hatred. Perhaps it is, perhaps not. A part of him yearns to destroy Zander, shatter his bones into dust. For now, Zander is his lawyer, essential to passing his probation. But once that's done, it's fair game. The sweat on Zander's brow reveals others share the desire to get a piece of him. Yet, Zander is mine. Can Vadim hold on a little longer? Or will his obsession drive them both over the edge?

Obsession. It's dangerous. Reckless. Exhilarating. Richard enjoys watching him in the interrogation room, his eyes coveting the way the cigarette easily slid between his lips. For a brief moment, his fingers yearn to trace the tattoos wrapped around his toned flesh. If he squints, he can focus on those emerald-green eyes, haunting yet so familiar. Everything about the man pulls him in, awakening something deep within long since beaten dead. Richard knows exactly what Beau's nighttime occupation is.

Act as the dude of honor for my best friend? On it. Play nice with her scheming groom? Sure. Sabotage the wedding so she doesn’t make the biggest mistake of her life? Someone has to. The only obstacle is her fierce, over-the-top wedding planner. I can’t get distracted by Zye Roessler’s sass or his kissable lips. Not when he’s fixing things faster than I can break them. We’re both determined. I want to protect my friend. And Zye needs this wedding to save his business. Not that he believes in love or marriage. I mean, neither do I. But I’m not the one making a profit from other’s mistakes.

"Oh my God, Briar! Where did you get that prosthetic leg?" Things as a parent Lane thought he'd never say for four hundred, Alex. But that's par for the course in Lane Ashbury's life considering everything is on the verge of falling apart. He not only has a toddler building her skills as a professional klepto, but he's also on the verge of divorce, and hoping desperately to save his business before it goes under. Luckily, the owner of the stolen leg might just be an angel in disguise when he offers to be Lane's new nanny instead of pressing charges.

Rafael owns my heart. He stole it with the first clumsy bump in a Parisian bookstore, and I never asked him to return it. He gifted me a night to remember, a night that shaped the person I would become. And then, I lost him. I lost every trace that could have helped me find him. Until fate meddled again and put Rafael and me on the same cross-European train through the Alps.