Sex on the beach with a smoking hot stranger . . . I blame the tequila. And the way he rode the waves like he owned them. And the delicious way the water trickled down over his washboard abs and the V thingy. And the fact that I'm on the trip that was supposed to be my honeymoon until I caught the bastard cheating. Yeah, I'm going to blame it on all that. Because reckless behavior is so not usually me. But surfer god Fyn is a breath of fresh air I so badly need. A break from reality of the world around me.

Brutal, cold, and illegally gorgeous, Dante Sartorre isn't just mafia royalty. He's also the tyrant owner of the infamously deviant and members-only Club Venom. He's also my new husband. In my defense, I wasn't supposed to be the bride. But I sealed my fate when I saved my friend by signing the Venom Devil's marriage contract myself. Now, he owns me. All of me…

What if your boss asked you to have his baby? With one catch: You have to do it the old-fashioned way. Normally, I would've told him to take his offer and shove it. But my mom needs my help. And I can't afford to save her myself. In comes Arsen Adamov with a devil's deal on a silver platter. Have his baby. Then walk away—no strings attached. I'd do anything for my mom. And spending a night with my gorgeous, dangerous, billionaire boss isn't exactly torture.

Let me tell the story of how I fell in love with a woman who had no idea that we were even dating. The ridiculousness started when she stole my beer, and trust me, my grumpy self doesn’t normally share. But somehow, Avery Wilson is the exception to every one of my many rules. Unfortunately, I’m not hers. Not only is she the daughter of the Rev’s coach who hates me, she’s also sworn off dating for the year.

Welcome to Big Bend—my nightmare and my home, all in one. I don't fit in here. I don't fit in anywhere. I've made so many mistakes. Over and over. Two of those mistakes haunt me. One, being responsible for a friend losing his job and reputation in this town. And two, well, that one is even worse. I ruined so many lives with one stupid decision I barely even remember. And now, I'm going to pay for it.

Coming to Stonewell University was the beginning of a fresh start. But in my second year, all of that changes. Because of him. The moment we collide, everything is put in jeopardy. He wants to burn down what I've built. He wants me corrupted and dragged into blackness just like him. And he's not alone. His two dark soldiers are right by his side. Together, they're known as Hex. Once you're marked by them, your life is cursed beyond saving. Levi Knight: Hellraiser. Volatile and tormented, vengeance courses like poison through his veins.

When I skipped town six years ago to pursue my music career, I wanted to start a new life and escape the memories of my broken family. The one thing I knew I wouldn't be able to forget was Hailey Wilkins—my best friend and the girl I left behind. Now my days are filled with my band's nonstop touring, late-night recording sessions, and eager groupies. But when I hear that Hailey is in a coma, I drop everything to be by her side.

Callum Reed just found a fake wife. When Cal shows up to a speed dating event with the express purpose of reaming out Dr. Ruth Coldwell for her abysmal matchmaking skills, he finds himself with an unusual opportunity instead—she needs a fake husband. He needs a fake girlfriend. It sounds like a match made in heaven, and he proposes a deal. Fake date him, and he'll fake marry her, and both their problems will be solved.

When Ella Henshaw agrees to attend the annual Bite the Ice party at Laker House with her best friend, she knows it's a bad idea. Especially, since it’s a hockey party, and she swore off hockey players a long time ago. Enter Connor Morgan. Handsome. Confident. With enough persistence to wear down even the most stubborn heart, he’s determined to win over the girl he hurt in freshman year.

Jess: Meet Mark Donovan. Ex-Army sniper. CEO of a multi-billion dollar global empire. Chiseled to the nth degree. And a man I want nothing to do with.I know the type. Dangerous. Sexy. A bad-boy who fills out a Tom Ford suit or pair of Calvin's in equally drool-worthy ways. At his core, the worst kind of heartbreaker. The kind who doesn't even know he did it.

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.

Aiden Slate. Pro hockey star. Captain of the Redville Saints. And the bane of my existence. All it takes is a little liquid courage to storm his castle. Or, in this case, a cushy five-star hotel suite. I'm supposed to give him a piece of my mind. To unleash a decade of pent-up anger. What I'm not supposed to do is sign an NDA meant for another woman. He thinks I'm here to relieve his stress. Well, he's in for a rude awakening.

I slept with my trainer. And as it turns out, I’m not the only one. Apparently, he sleeps with all his clients. So I block him—the last thing I need is another a-hole in my life. Especially one as irresistibly charming and handsome as Ashton Vancroft. The catch? Three years later, our best friends, Emma and Marcus, get engaged, and we are both forced to play nice at their destination wedding in Florida. Is he really the self-centered playboy I’ve made him out to be? Or is there something more to this fitness-obsessed now-billionaire that I missed the first time around?

Sticks and stones may break our bones…Hockey is my life. After Wren Davis puts my dreams of the NHL in jeopardy, I vow to make her life hell if she ever comes near me again. But she’s my best friend’s foster sister, and even though they don’t live together anymore, their bond is still tight, which makes avoiding each other extra difficult.

Unhinged. Charming. Dangerous. The brother of the man I’m prosecuting and now my stalker. I didn’t know Eoghan O’Rourke was a lawyer for the Irish Mob when I tried to put his brother in jail. And I shouldn’t have gotten drunk and yelled at him. I certainly shouldn’t have gone home with him. But I needed to get rid of my V-Card and a gorgeous mafia man who would never fall for a curvy womanlike me is the perfect one and done. Boy, was I wrong. Eoghan turns obsessed, jealous, and unhinged. I’m a prosecutor. He’s a criminal. We have nothing in common.