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.

I was taken by him. That doesn’t mean I’m his… Discovering I’m pregnant should be one of the happiest days of my life. Especially since the loser sperm donor skipped town. Only my joy ends when a black bag is thrown over my head and I'm tossed into the trunk of a car. My scumbag father sold my unborn child to the Italian Mafia. And they’re looking to collect. Ha! Over my dead body. Cue Armando: mysterious, dangerous, extremely hot. And my jailer for the next nine months. He thinks I’m going to be a good little girl and sit around getting fat. He has no idea who he is dealing ...

Stealing from a Mafia Don could cost me my life. The Heart of Italy: rumored to be crafted by the Gods, split in two and lost in time. Rafaele, a ruthless Mafia Don, possesses one-half, While learning his enemy, Fiero possesses the other. Now we’re tasked to steal it from him. But father, with a sleight of hand, snatched Rafaele’s first. This cost him his life. Now, to stay alive, I must finish the job by infiltrating Fiero’s world. He’s a kingpin as lethal as a viper, tatted with piercing hazel eyes, And a charm potent enough to relieve any woman of her heart and panties. I vowed ...

I got pregnant after a sizzling one-night stand. I didn’t know then he was the son of a billionaire mafia Don. He walked over to me as if he owned the world. The dim light dancing over his sculptured face, Teased me with a glimpse of perfection. His deep baritone voice vibrated thru my core, and before I knew it, we were back at my place, thrusting into ecstasy. For hours he took me to heaven and back, But on earth, he became cold as ice. Then, without so much as a name, He walked out the door and out of my life. I tried to forget him, Until I got unexpected news from my doctor weeks ...

I took a joyride with a mobster… And now there’s a bump in my belly. This guy oozes danger and testosterone. Race car driver, mobster, and the CEO of Royalty Rentals. The kingpin of speed in a city that never sleeps. And the son of a mafia Don. Emilio Fiore was built to command. Sleek, chiseled and abs on loan from God. But I’m no damsel waiting to be dominated. As a lawyer, I’m used to taming tyrants. Our connection’s instant, accelerating at high speed. Before I know it, we’re back at his place. But I’m not one to be tamed… Until he purrs in my ears like one of his high-...

I’m pregnant by a mafia Don and my father’s enemy. My father wants me dead for dishonoring the family. There’s no way I’m marrying the psychopath he picked. So I left them both looking stupid at the alter, and was on the next thing smoking. Now I bartend at the White Rabbit. A haven for Chicago’s infamous gangsters. That’s when I met Felix Carlisi. When he walks in, men instinctively check their guns, and women were ready to throw their panties at him. I should’ve stayed clear, but his deep voice was so hypnotic. He has the face of an angel, with the slick tongue of the devil ...