Cindy Crews is everything I never even knew I dreamed of. Winning the championship used to be my number one goal in life, but one look into Cindy's pretty golden eyes, and I see my future. But Cindy is a feisty little thing who's fighting me every step of the way. I know she feels this electric current zinging between us, but she's put up walls so thick it's going to take a bulldozer to knock them down.

Hadley’s world shatters the night her stepdad sneaks into her room, and with nothing but fear gripping her heart, she bolts. She doesn’t care where she’s headed, as long as it’s far from the nightmare she’s escaping. Damon’s instincts roar to life the second he spots her—lost, trembling, and too innocent for her own good. She’s an angel who’s fallen right into his path, and he’s a man with a past he can’t escape. A felon with no right to touch someone so pure, someone so tempting.

Faith didn’t expect to catch the eye of the devil when her friends dragged her to a Halloween party at one of the city’s most elite businesses. She didn’t even know who he was until his gaze locked on hers, intense, hungry, and coming straight for her like he already knew what he wanted. Coward that I am, I ran. But you can’t outrun a man like that, no matter how hard you try. I couldn’t stop dreaming of him, though. The way he looked at me. The fire in his eyes. But at least I’d never have to see him again, right?

He’s the one she’s not supposed to want—but he’s about to make her his, whether she’s ready or not. There’s only one bright light in my dark, twisted world, and her name is Olivia Carson. Every time she comes up to that fence, defying her father’s orders to talk to me—a felon with a past that should keep me in the shadows—I see something in her eyes that makes me believe there might be a shred of goodness left in this godforsaken place.

Ivy’s totally psyched for a summer in Scotland. Sure, it’s not going to be “hot”—the isle her aunt lives on never gets above sixty degrees—but it’s the perfect chance to relax before starting her practical career. Who cares if it’s not her dream job? A girl like her has to be realistic. But what she doesn’t know? That Scottish summer is about to turn a whole lot hotter than she ever imagined thanks to the man who looks like he just stepped off the cover of a romance novel—a rugged Highlander with eyes that burn. The second he sets his sights on Ivy, things start to sizzle.

I’ve got one thing on my mind: the biggest fight of my career. But the second I lay eyes on her, nothing else matters. She’s perfect. A knockout in every sense. Problem is, she’s the senator’s daughter. Off-limits. Too good for someone like me. But the way she looks at me? Hell, it's like she’s asking for trouble. And I’m the kind of guy who gives exactly what people ask for.

Every guy knows the bro code. Thou shalt not touch thy best friend’s sister. It’s part of the bro code. Written in stone like one of the commandments. But when my best friend’s little sister moves in next door, all bets are off. She’s the sweetest little thing I’ve ever seen—too perfect for my rough hands and dirty thoughts. I know I should stay away, but how can I, when her fluffy little menace of a puppy keeps barreling into my yard and dragging her with him? It’s like fate is laughing at me, daring me to break the rules.

Two years apart, but he’s never stopped watching. Now, he’ll do whatever it takes to make her remember him. She doesn’t remember me. I know that. Hell, how could she? It’s been two years. But I’ve never stopped thinking about her, never stopped wanting her. I went to prison for her. Took the fall, took the heat, all for her. And now I’m out. Free. But the second I hear she’s going to Daytona Beach for Spring Break, something inside me snaps.

Erik Duvall is half the man he used to be. The war scarred him—physically and mentally. The right side of his face is a reminder of the hell he went through, and he’s sure it makes him a monster. He hates what he sees in the mirror, and he’s convinced everyone else must feel the same. So, he hides away, letting his music be the only thing that keeps him from losing his mind. A renowned composer, Erik keeps his music locked away, refusing to share it with anyone.

Ava Sinclair has it all—a life of luxury on her father's sprawling plantation-style estate in Georgia, a bright future ahead, and a sense of freedom that comes with youth. College is just around the corner, and she's ready to step into her new life. That is, until her father crosses the wrong man—the notorious New York kingpin, Gage Morelli. Suddenly, Ava’s perfect world shatters when she’s kidnapped by a man whose power is only matched by his ruthless reputation. But Gage? He’s nothing like the cold, calculating criminal she expected.

The moment he pulled her back from the brink, she became his. Not just his patient, but his obsession. She’s everything he’s ever wanted, and now that fate has placed her in his hands, he’s never letting go. She wants to keep her distance, but he’s not the kind of man to be denied. Her fears? He’ll soothe them. Her heart? He’ll claim it. Because she’s his, and nothing—not even her resistance—will stop him from making her see it.

Daisy’s a wild one. A free spirit who’d rather get her hands dirty fixing up old cars than primp in front of a mirror. She’s got a big heart, a laid-back attitude, and a life she’s perfectly content with—until she meets him. Nick is a billionaire who’s tired of the corporate grind and searching for something real. He’s ready for a fresh start in Tennessee, hoping the peaceful hills and small-town charm will give him a new perspective on life. But he never expected to meet Daisy.

Jenny has always been a Christmas fanatic. Born on December 25th, she lives for the magic of twinkling lights, snow-dusted streets, and the joy on children’s faces during the holidays. It’s why she volunteers as Santa’s helper at the mall every year. She doesn’t need the money—she just loves spreading cheer. But this year? This year is different. Because when she walks into the workshop ready to don her elf costume, she comes face-to-face with Santa himself… and he’s nothing like she imagined.

The moment I first saw her on that stage, I was done. Every move, every twist of her body is pure seduction. She’s nothing like the other dancers—no fake smiles, no practiced routine. She moves like she’s meant to be worshipped. A ballerina. A goddess. Poetry in motion. Her long red hair flows like fire, and those green eyes—hell, they burn right through me. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I need her. My body craves her. If I don’t have her, I’ll lose my mind. She’s my obsession, my fantasy, my everything. And tonight, on New Year’s Eve? She’s mine.

Ella Brown. The prettiest little thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. She doesn’t realize it yet, but she’s already mine. Sure, she fights it—says she’s not interested. But I see the way her breath hitches when I’m near, the way her cheeks flush when our eyes meet. She can push me away all she wants. It won’t work. I didn’t get to the top by giving up, and I’m not about to start now.