Cindy Crews is everything I never even knew I dreamed of. Winning the championship used to be my number one goal in life, but one look into Cindy's pretty golden eyes, and I see my future. But Cindy is a feisty little thing who's fighting me every step of the way. I know she feels this electric current zinging between us, but she's put up walls so thick it's going to take a bulldozer to knock them down.

When Hadley's stepdad creeps into her room one night, she knows she has to run away from the only home she's ever known before he steals her innocence. She doesn't know where she's going, only that she has to run. When Damon sees a frightened girl run into the bar looking like a fish out of water, he knows he has to help her. She's the most beautiful little thing he's ever seen. She's an angel, but the problem is he's a felon, and he has no business claiming such an innocent creature. That doesn't stop him from wanting to, though.

When Faith's friends drag her to a Halloween party at one of the city's most successful businesses, she never expects to grab the attention of the notorious "devil". She's never even heard of said devil until his intense gaze is honed in on her and he's coming straight toward her. Coward that she is, she runs from whatever it is she sees in his eyes. She can't stop dreaming of him, though, but tells herself at least she'll never have to see him again, right?

A girl scared to love. A doctor who will do anything to find his obsession: the girl whose life he saved. When fate intervenes and throws them together, it's nothing less than soul-shattering.

Spring break is supposed to be fun. I should be letting my hair down and soaking up the sun, but I’m nervous and jumpy. I don’t know why, but I feel like someone is watching me….

I'm supposed to be preparing for my upcoming MMA fight, but then I see her, and all bets are off. She's the prettiest little thing I've ever seen, and I'll die if I don't find out who she is.

Jenny is a Christmas baby, but that's not why Christmas is her favorite holiday. She loves the magic the holidays bring, and she loves making children happy. That's why she volunteers to work as Santa's helper down at the mall, even though she doesn't need the money. But when she shows up for the gig, Santa is nothing like she thought he'd be. Old Saint Nick is anything but old and jolly. No, he's ripped and brooding, and Jenny suddenly knows exactly what she wants for Christmas—and it's not more material items.

There’s only one bright light in my world, and it’s Olivia Carson. When she goes against her father’s wishes and comes skipping up to the fence to talk to me—a felon who’s not good enough to shine her shoes—every chance she gets, she makes me believe there just might be a little bit of goodness left in this world. I’m a nobody, the lowest of the low, and she’s all sugar and spice and everything nice with her honey-colored hair and big blue eyes. I know she feels the connection that pulls us together like two polar ends of a magnet.

She captivated me from the moment I first saw her up on the stage dancing her little heart out. She's not like the other nightclub dancers. She moves with grace and fluidity. A ballerina. Poetry in motion. Her long red hair and luminous green eyes hold me spellbound, calling to me. I'll die if I don't watch her. She's my obsession. And tonight, on New Year's Eve...she's mine.

The war took its toll on him. The only thing that keeps him sane is his music. He’s a well-known composer in the musical world even though he hoards his compositions close to his heart, refusing to let anyone perform them for fear they won’t do them justice. He tells himself composing music is enough for him, but when he sees Harper Young on the morning news, he suddenly wants like he’s never wanted before. Harper’s pure soprano is like nothing he’s ever heard. She’s an angel in the flesh, and he suddenly knows who he wants to perform his symphony.

One look. That's all it took for me to fall hopelessly in love with Rachel. My Rachel. I'll do anything for her. The pretty little barista doesn't even know me. But I make it my mission to know everything about her. When circumstances force me to come out of the shadows, she's even more perfect than I ever imagined. But keeping my obsession under control is impossible, and it could ruin everything.

Thomas Duncan. Irish heartthrob and CEO of one of the city’s biggest financial firms. He’s as stubborn as he is handsome. But I’m not interested. I’ve sworn off men. If only Thomas would get that through his thick, Irish skull. He’s determined we’re meant to be together, and he won’t take no for an answer.

Mariana isn’t the kind of woman I ever expected to have a chance with. Not when I’m a rough enforcer, someone who shouldn’t be within 10 feet of anyone as innocent as Mariana. But I can’t shake my need to have her, and when she looks at me with those big eyes, I can feel the heat behind them. She wants me just as badly.

“Give me a second chance, babe . . . and I’ll blow your mind.” Monroe doesn’t know why she answers the text that’s obviously meant for someone else. Or why she keeps answering. Maybe it’s because she’s all alone in a big city and in desperate need of a lifeline. Or maybe it’s because each exchange leaves her intrigued and more than a little turned on. Still, Monroe never would’ve snarked back if she’d known she was talking to the “Golden Boy” of the Dallas Knights.

Carrie might be lost, but she's exactly where she needs to be—in the big tattooed arms of a hot possessive mountain man. This obsessive alpha knows how to treat a city girl right!

They'll tell you I seduced them. Used my looks and body to lure them into my playground. They'll tell you I'm a sinner. A demon who held them captive with temptation and lust. They'll tell you I'm evil. A monster obsessed with the both of them. They'll tell you they made a deal with the devil. What they won't tell you...is how much they liked it.

We have reputations for a reason. His? Spencer Beckett: Princeton Charming. Ivy League Playboy. Rich AF. Hers? Charlotte Hayes: Campus sweetheart. Virgin. Working her booty off to get through this last semester. When a bet pushes these two together, it's fire and ice...and Charlotte is melting. Fast. But Charlotte has a chip on her shoulder. She doesn't believe that fairy tales exist in the real world.

Temporary. That's the word I'd use to describe my life right now. I'm temporarily working double shifts - at least until I can break free. I'm temporarily raising my little brother - since apparently our actual mother doesn't give a crap about either of us. And I always end up as nothing but the temporary girlfriend - the flavor of the week for every guy who's heard the rumor that I give it up so easily.

Breslin - I was in love with Asher Holden the moment I saw him. Then he hurt me. He wrecked me. He ruined me. I spent three years putting myself together - fixing what he broke. Asher - I finally know who I am. I own it, I embrace it...I'm no longer afraid. Landon - My life was all mapped out. I knew exactly what direction I was heading in. Then I meet her. And him. Now, my heart is split right down the middle.

It's bad enough Jade Frost's boyfriend dragged her to a boring poker game. It's even worse that he actually threw her into the betting pot during an intense round - and lost. Talk about the perfect excuse for Jade to make him her ex-boyfriend. Now she supposedly belongs to the ultrarich, extremely gorgeous Shep Prescott. He could have anything he wants, yet he seems to be in hot pursuit of her. No matter how rude, how snarky, how impossible she acts, it doesn't stop him.

College drop-out Roxy Cumberland moved to New York with dreams of becoming an actress, but her dwindling bank account is quickly putting the kibosh on that fantasy. To make some quick cash, she signs up to perform singing telegrams. Her first customer is a gorgeous, cocky Manhattan trust-funder if she ever laid eyes on one. And what could be more humiliating than singing an ode to his junk, courtesy of his last one-night stand? Maybe the fact that she's dressed in a giant pink bunny costume....

One look, and panties drop. One night, and they're ready to marry me. Too bad I'm not interested in anything more than a taste. Until I'm tempted by Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. She's a good girl, the kind I want to possess, dominate, ruin. No one's ever told me no, and I'm not about to let it stop me now.

Matthew Hansen is the kind of handsome that has grown women whispering behind their hands and giggling like schoolgirls. Dark, tall and mysterious, he's a newcomer to our little town. He's a gritty, grease-covered mechanic, and a single daddy. Sweet, right? Plus, he's looking for a nanny - and I am desperately looking for a job. Sounds like the perfect deal. Only he's a jerk. An uncivilized, hulking brute. Zero manners. Zero interest in making me feel welcome in his home. Downright rude. But oh, so sexy. And I need the job. I can do this.

They call me Girth for a reason. I’m a damn giant. The muscle in the MC. It’s why I get sent out on loan when some of our brothers down South need some help. And by help, I mean crush some guys' skulls. That’s what the Marked Skulls are good at. Name fits, right? But when I get there, I’m tasked with protecting the President’s daughter, Lila. She’s petite and gorgeous, and all I can do is look. The Pres made it clear; I can’t touch. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? Until he finds out.

He was my uncle's friend, and I was too young for him. But in the heat of the moment, against the wall in a darkened hallway of an illicit club, none of those things mattered. It was just one night of giving in to what we both wanted. I never expected to see him two years later, sitting across me during a family dinner, encouraging me to do my internship for his business.

Unfortunately, not all people from magical bloodlines have powers, and at 22, I’m several years past the age they usually appear. So I’ve resigned myself to a boring, magic-less life. Then something strange happens. I get stuck in the middle of a bar fight, and instead of just punching the guy back, I blow a hole in the wall. So...I guess I do have powers. But they’re unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. This shit is definitely not normal. And it seems the magical authorities agree. I can go to school, learn to control my magic. Or they’ll take it away. Permanently.

Professor Victoria Reese knows an uphill battle when she sees one. Convincing her narrow-minded colleagues at the elite Pembroke University to back a partnership with the local library is a fight she saw coming and already has a plan for. What she didn’t see coming? The wildly hot librarian who makes it clear books aren’t the only thing he’d like to handle. When a tightly wound, sexy-as-hell professor proposes a partnership between his library and her university, children’s department head John Donovan is all for it.

I never thought I'd go to college a virgin, but unless something changes—and fast—that's what's going to happen. In comes Harden Hart, my all-American boy-next-door best friend with an offer to help in a way I'd never imagined. The boy, who turned everything he touched to gold, had a filthy side to him I'd never seen. Oh, and did I mention he's straight?

This marine's the perfect hoax... if she doesn't fall for him first. Stats whiz Kayla Moriarity knows her way around numbers and algorithms. Men, on the other hand, are unsolvable equations. Now Kayla's en route to her sister's wedding - without the fictional boyfriend she invented for her family. Fortunately, her plane comes complete with complimentary cocktails and a ridiculously hot ex-marine in the seat beside her. And that's all it takes for Kayla's inhibitions to go sailing out the airlock.

It's been 12 years since Tru Bennett last saw Jake Wethers, her former best friend and boy she once loved. Jake Wethers, sexy, tattooed, and deliciously bad lead singer, and brains behind The Mighty Storm, one of biggest bands in the world, left Tru with a broken heart when he moved from England to America with his family when they were both 14. Sent to interview Jake for her music column by the magazine she works for, they are both unprepared for the sparks that fly the instant they reconnect.