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.

Eight years ago I fell into a secret summer fling with my best friend’s little sister before our lives went in different directions. Now, I’m the grumpy to Juliet’s sunshine on a popular dating podcast we host, and when a wealthy fan gives us a charming coastal cottage as the biggest thank you ever, we head to the town where I grew up to give it a makeover. And find the house has only one bed. Located under a mirrored ceiling.

Riley Foster is Chicago's premier wedding planner, known for her perfect timing and flawless control. Her idea of a venue crisis? When the champagne isn't precisely 42 degrees. But when a celebrity wedding brings her to Wind River Mountain Lodge in the dead of winter, she finds herself face-to-face with Colt Blackwood - a former Navy SEAL turned mountain security chief who makes her perfectly planned world tilt on its axis. Colt is everything Riley isn't - rugged, untamed, and definitely not concerned with color-coordinated spreadsheets. With tactical gear that hugs all the right places and...

Reclusive billionaire Aiden Royce has built his empire on secrets, power, and a refusal to let anyone get too close. After a failed kidnapping attempt, his team hires Damian Rodriguez, an ex-special forces operative with a reputation for being ruthless, to protect him. Damian's quiet intensity unsettles Aiden, but he doesn’t realize Damian’s devotion goes beyond professional duty. Damian has been following Aiden’s career—and his life—for years, developing an obsession that borders on dangerous. As threats close in, so does their proximity, and Aiden starts to notice Damian’s ...

He’s rich. Sexy. Infuriating. And totally off-limits. So why can’t I stay away? Four years ago, Vincent Cagney gave me the best one-night stand of my life. But I never expected the billionaire to return to my small hometown of Lockepoole. Or to buy out the hotel I’ve worked so hard to keep afloat. He claims he wants to maintain its spirit, but I know dollar signs are all he cares about. It’s why I never told him about the daughter we share. But when Vince wants something, he’ll stop at nothing to get it. And he wants me. For my marketing skills, yes, but my body, too. He remembers...

“Who the heck leaves a baby in a box on the doorstep of a professional football player?” Dylan Callahan’s career needs a jump start. Between dropping passes and dropping sponsors, it’s only a matter of time before he’s traded away from his team. But what he really didn’t expect was to get a baby dropped on his front porch, with a note saying it’s his. So he does what anyone would do. He buys a goat to feed the baby goat’s milk. Natalie’s job in the ER keeps her busy, and she thought she was used to surprises, but that’s before a goat appears outside her apartment door. ...

This is my dream job—and I can’t afford to risk it. But when the single dad kisses me, resisting him becomes impossible… Gray Aldridge is everything I shouldn’t want: tall, handsome, and impossibly confident. With silver streaks in his hair and a smirk that could undo me, he’s the very definition of off-limits. But when he hires me as his live-in nanny, our connection becomes impossible to ignore. His daughter, Emery, is the sweetest little girl I’ve ever met, and I love making memories with her. Falling for her father? That’s a recipe for heartbreak—for all of us. Yet the ...

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.

Witch Wynter Dellavale knows that for certain. Because in unfairly trying to execute her, they started a chain of events they're struggling to stop. Needing safety, she flees to Devil's Cradle, the home of monsters. A place for the outcasts, the fugitives, the crazies. A place ruled by the Ancients, seven beings who were once banished by the Aeons. Among the Ancients is the infamous Cain, brother of Abel and embodiment of jealousy - who, on another note, wants her in his bed.

I like my sex dirty. It takes a hell of a lot to tilt my moral compass, and I always follow when it's pointing at something I want. That goes double when it points straight at the one girl in all of Chicago who's not dying for a piece of me.

The first time I met Dawson Reed, we wound up in bed. The problem was, neither of us knew the other were there. When I woke up in the middle of the night and found a stranger next to me, instinct kicked in and I attacked the intruder. Only it turned out, the man wasn’t an intruder at all. Dawson had rented this cabin, too. Apparently, a system glitch allowed a duplicate booking. We’d soon find out we were in town for the same wedding, and Dawson was the groomsman I’d been warned about. He was as tall, dark and jaw-droppingly gorgeous as my best friend had described.

I caught her staring at me from across the quad, eyes fixed on the football jersey stretched across my wide chest. And if I flexed my muscles, showing off the strength of a defensive tackle, it was just to see her blush. And then she did, and I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Her wide eyes. The freckles on her cheeks. I needed to know her. The girl who scampered away every time we bumped into each other—by accident and by design.