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.

It’s not easy to be a good girl in Sin City. Especially when you fall for a bad man. I live by the rules. Las Vegas is not for the faint of heart. If you’re not careful, the city will chew you up and spit you out. For five years, I’ve avoided temptation. Until my life changes one explosive night. Jackson Young is everything I’ve sworn to stay away from. Violent. Dangerous. Sexy. Jax makes me want to throw the rule book out the window. I just hope my heart survives the fall.

I head into my favorite diner for breakfast. What I find is a curvy, innocent snack in need of rescue. Saving her is not just my job, it’s now my purpose. She doesn’t know it yet, but Sage Hudson belongs with me. Protecting her is my future. I just have to convince her to give love a shot. License and Registration, Readers! Jax is a country cop with a Texas-sized heart and the GUN to match.This quick and steamy read packs major heat and a guaranteed HEA. No cliffhangers or resisting arrest here! Just keep your hands on the wheel and the cuffs handy.

Repeat after me: Stay away from the hot girl. The beautiful girl. The f--king ray of sunshine in the middle of your delivery route. Layla Barros is everything I never knew I wanted. Everything I'll never have. She's an innocent young student. I'm a convicted felon. She's rich girl from a nice family. I've got nothing but a broken home. But if I'm an addict, she's my drug. I can't stay away, even though I know I'll ruin her in the end.

Four years ago, I had a ridiculous crush on my sister's boyfriend. But when they moved away together, I put Beck out of my mind and my heart. But now he's back, and roasting the best coffee in Vermont. I need to convince him to supply the Busy Bean. And I need more of those kisses we accidentally shared outside the coffee shop. He still makes my heart race faster than a triple shot of espresso.

Two years ago, he went to jail for me. Now I feel his eyes on me everywhere I go. I am a firm believer in routines. That’s why I’ve written to Austin Pines every day for two years. It’s the least I can do for the man locked up for saving my life. Nothing’s ever been the same since the night we met. His smoldering gaze lit a fire deep inside me. Sometimes, I still feel his midnight eyes watching me, keeping me safe. Austin isn’t just the man who saved my life, he’s my very own guardian angel. Now he’s back, and my careful routines aren’t all that’s about to be ruined. ...