I was left a swanky NYC apartment, courtesy of a will I didn't know I was in—but it comes with a caveat. I have to marry an incredibly rude—and fine—stranger. My first reaction is a clear, "I don't." My finances don't let me get that far. And Josh needs this fake marriage to get custody of his late friend's son. Is it enough to make me put up with the most abrasive but handsome white boy I've ever met?

Hiking, cold weather, and cabins in the woods are not my thing. But when my two best friends beg me to join them for a trip to the mountains, I cave. "It'll be fun," they said. "You need to get out more," they said. Everything was fine until I realized it's all a setup. A weekend-long blind date orchestrated with the help of their boyfriends. To say I'm annoyed is an understatement. But then he shows up, looking like a lot more than a tall glass of milk.

I’m not truly one of the devout, bonneted brides who traveled to my sister’s wedding in Scotland hoping to find a pious mate in her adopted kingdom pack. Honestly, I only signed up for the free plane ticket and a place to lay low until I could sneak off and start the academic life I’ve been secretly planning for years.

He's the troublemaking, foul-mouth hockey goalie who always gets what he wants. She's the shy, anxiety-filled, dog lover who just so happens to be the key to him playing this season. Add in striking a win-win deal that includes a fake relationship and these two college students have one complicated year ahead of them.

I used to believe in fairytales. I thought my happy ending was inevitable. Until I lost my father, my home, and the gorgeous golden boy I loved in the blink of an eye. I rebuilt my life with one thing in mind—certainty. I didn't get my happy ending, but I spent my days making other people's come true. I wasn't happy, but I was in control. It was enough. Until my first love crash lands back into my life and I start questioning everything about my perfectly constructed life.

She's falling for her own husband, despite her best efforts to stop it! Jennifer is done with love. It's made her do stupid ass things. Enter Bruce—the fine billionaire white boy who makes Jennifer realize that not believing in love doesn't mean you gotta give up on marriage . . . He needs a wife for business. She needs a husband to open doors. Neither wants a romance. Except their partnership turns out a little too successful.

The first lesson my father ever taught me was that power is the only currency, loyalty is the law, and always take what you want. When the Mayor of our city begs me to keep his precious daughter safe, I seize my chance to strengthen the DeLuca hold on the town. I’ll keep her safe, but it’ll come at a price. Mia Gordon, the sheltered heiress, must become my wife.

"Lachlan King Caught Naked Kite-Surfing with Hollywood Starlet!” “Scandal Rocks King Family…Again!” “King Media Family Furious with Out-of-Control Second Son!” Yeah, I’ve seen the headlines, too. My family is threatening to disown me if I get near another bloody scandal. So I’m staying out of trouble. Or trying to…until I see her. It doesn’t matter that she’s dancing with someone else. The moment our gazes meet across a crowded club, I know one thing. I have to have her.

Draven Harvey came home to Ironhaven, South Dakota, to settle down. The retired Marine was done with serving his country and just wanted a peaceful life working his father’s ranch. The Silver Creek Ranch was for men like him–broken and needing help finding their place in society. After his time in the military, he wants to be left alone. Ranching was to be his life. Cashea Moss took notice of the grumpy town hero who came to the bar where she sang every weekend. She was new to town, but she’d heard plenty about Draven.

First Mistake: Agreeing to my brother’s crazy, horrible scheme to seduce and drug my college’s hockey star, Yom “Yum” Rustanov, to get him disqualified for doping before his big international championship game. In the dictionary under femme fatale, you’ll find me—in the antonyms section.

New York Times best-selling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward bring you three sexy short stories to heat up your holidays: "Get Sleighed", "Lights Out Love", and "Hot Item".

A historic Upstate New York snowstorm traps Michelle's high school bully, star quarterback Duke Callahan at her house. She can't bear to look at him after what he did to her. He's cruel, remorseless and an utter sociopath...Michelle wants nothing to do with his confession of love, even from the chiseled, popular and effortlessly charming Duke.

I also managed to get into the kind of coed naked trouble with him that involved a nurse, a shotgun, a feral turkey, and a pair of pliers. But all's well that ends well, and we already have plans to meet up again. It's early days, but I'm already thinking Drew might be the one.

The minute I hear her laugh, I smile. The second my fingers touch hers, I never want to let them go. When my eyes take her in, I know… Sadie Spencer is meant to be mine. She’s everything I never knew I wanted. Her curves put me in a trance. Her body has me in a choke hold. She’s an addiction, and I can’t keep my hands to myself. It’s the sexiest one-night stand I’ve ever had. At daybreak, the bed is cold, and Sadie is gone. And for the first time in my life, the scorching chemistry and carnal memories leave me wanting more. When I see her again, I’m shocked. Consumed. Enthralled. Obsessed.

He's my brother's best friend... And completely out of bounds... One look from Nathan Davenport makes my heart stutter. Six feet three inches of pure muscle with stormy blue eyes that see right through me. He's everything I've dreamed about since I was sixteen. And snuck glances as he trained with my brother in our backyard. Not that he noticed... He’s the decorated Royal Marine who commands every room he enters. I'm the curvy girl who hides behind textbooks and oversized hoodies. He’s the definition of off-limits–my brother's best friend,...