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I didn't do relationships. Because I had been burned. I didn't do repeats. Because I was burned, again. I slipped and allowed a repeat. And I was burned for a third time. Then I found her. Beaten and bruised. I knew only I could protect her. And I wanted to. As a friend. I wouldn't fall in love with her. I couldn't fall in love with her. But I did. And it almost killed her.

There are a few things I don’t like to talk about in life. My father. And Kansas. I hate him, and I hate that godforsaken state. To this day, I haven’t loved because there’s a fear. An inkling. An instinct that I will be just like him. I convinced myself our blood was rotten, tainted, and sour. I believe I didn’t have the ability to be faithful or loyal. But then after a blizzard, a sailboat washed to shore. And she was there. She’s here at the clubhouse now. Violet Winston.

The smallest caskets weigh the most. I lost myself the day I buried my daughter. Her death was only the beginning of my downfall. I will not play God. As a doctor, the oath I took bound me. As a father, only blood could set me free. Pain is my prison. With guilt my only companion, I bought myself a life, Silenced by Sin.

What would you do if your father gave away your hand in marriage to settle a gambling debt without your knowledge? Mine did exactly that. But I didn't get married, I conked the guy on the head, kicked my heels off, and hiked up my skirt. 'Chubby legs don't fail me now' is what I muttered just before I fled the little Woodland Church. The only problem is that I may have fled the flames but I jumped right into the fire when I threw myself in the middle of a lonely road into the path of an oncoming car.

I've been in love with my best friend for as long as I can remember. I tried to tell her in high school, which royally backfired. Ten years hasn't changed things, but now I'm finally ready to lay it all out on the table. The only problem? She's got her sights set on someone else. I made the mistake of letting her go once before. This time, I'm going to prove that the only guy she needs is me.

Chloe Franklin wouldn't call herself a commitment-phobe, so much as she's allergic to anything long term. She loves the sexy, sweaty, and intensely hot hours of the night that come before the sun rises, though. Especially when those nights are spent with Search-and-Rescuer Gage McGraw. Gage loves his job, but there is one thing he's starting to like more than the rush of a mission - a stacked blonde with a mouth that haunts his dreams. Every time he steps foot in the sleepy town of Beaufort, he hooks up with Chloe. But he's tired of hook-ups. He wants more.

In retrospect, it was all Gran’s fault. Logan Montgomery has found his niche as an assistant district attorney. But Gran just revealed some worrying intel - dear old dad and his political cronies are about to maneuver him into running for mayor. But Gran has a plan. A pre-emptive strike involving a pretty blonde caterer with supple curves - and a family history literally dripping with scandal. There’s just one flaw in his grandmother’s scheme: Logan’s not a player. And there’s a delicious spark of attraction that makes him want to try for something special with Catherine.

When Bridger Cole sings, the women of America think he's singing to them. No one needs to know every lyric is inspired by his best friend's little sister, the woman who annoys him and makes him want to grow old in matching rocking chairs at the same time. But when the press catches wind of a new woman in his life, Bridger's management is quick to use the opportunity to repair his wicked rock star reputation with the public. Use his lifelong frenemy in a good-girl changes the bad-boy ploy? Easy. Watch her sing in his kitchen each morning and become besties with his dog? Harder.

I need a deal to survive. But all I have to offer is . . . myself. On the station, humans are the lowest of the low. We take whatever jobs we can, scraping just to get by. Comfort is rare. Security a dream. And a real friend? Almost unheard of. So when my best friend goes missing, I'm desperate to find her. But before long my search leads me to the claws of the leader of the Vinduthi cartel. He's terrifying. Utterly ruthless. He'll help me find my friend, but can I pay the price he demands?

Brooks Carter is wild, reckless, and the youngest stock car driver on the professional circuit. He’s the one everyone’s gunning for when they’re not hoping for his failure at every turn. But Brooks is too hot to be left in the dust by anyone. Even with masses of female fans, Brooks only has eyes for one woman - Faith Ridley. Unfortunately, she’s the little sister of his biggest rival, who also happens to be the most notorious hothead on the track.

He died trying to protect me. Or so I thought. On a hellish Earth I created my own slice of Heaven with Agrish . . . until it was burned to the ground. Along with my safety. For the last year, I've done nothing but run. Alone. Afraid. And with a broken heart. The Burning Sun orc clan was supposed to be my refuge. But then I see him. My giant orc. Rescued and living among them. And now it's my purgatory.

Pushing Lucy Remington's buttons is my favorite pastime and has been since we were kids. Watching as her brilliant blue eyes darken in anger when I mockingly call her Princess—even though she is one—fills me with immense satisfaction. She's the last woman on Earth I would want to take as my wife, yet that's exactly what her grandfather—my King—asks of me.

My status as one of the league's superstars means I can have any woman I want. Puck bunnies line up at the chance to score with a hockey player. There's just one problem . . . the only woman I want is off-limits. No woman can compare to Natalie Remington—at least not the perfect version of her I've created in my mind. Until I laid eyes on her, I didn't believe in love at first sight. One smile from her and I was a goner. Too bad for me, she's already taken—married to a prince. I tried to forget about her. Until . . . one day, she showed up on my doorstep, and everything changed.

When my mother approached me on my 33rd birthday with a brochure for egg freezing, it was a glaring reminder that my biological clock is ticking toward its expiration date. That's why when I decided to take my mother's advice, Christian came up with his own plan: Let's have a baby together. It's a bad idea. A really, really bad idea. And yet...I can't stop thinking about how great it could be. There's just one condition. Before we have sex (oh, yes, we're doing this the old-fashioned way!), Christian is adamant we go on three dates. Sounds easy, but it's not.

I slept with the girl I bullied in high school, then left her on prom night. I screwed up. Ten years later, if I don't save her, the damage I've caused will consume us both.

I'm not like most women. I don't have fantasies of finding the perfect man and settling down to have two point five children. My job is my baby. My dream position is so close I can taste it, but the rug is pulled out from beneath me when I find out there's a catch: they want the role filled by someone who is married. Liam Remington is my best friend, Natalie's, brother-in-law with a hero complex. We've both been living with her for the past three years, helping to raise her four small children after she fled an abusive marriage.

To say my first interaction with Fin leaves much to be desired is an understatement. He infuriates me, barely speaks, and glares at me all the time. Not to mention he thinks I'm a mess. It isn't in my plans to start to like him. To fall for him. To want something more. But Fin's past is filled with a pain that makes any kind of us impossible. He can't seem to figure out what he wants, and truthfully, neither can I.

For months, I've tried to stop loving her. Begged myself in the darkness of the night as I lay awake, to let her go. So badly, I've wanted to move on from the hurt inside and the love I still cling to, but I can't. Telling myself not to love her is like telling myself to stop breathing. Impossible. Unfathomable. But watching her prepare to marry another man is like a searing knife to the heart that keeps twisting. Beginning a new life in California seemed like the only option, but seeing her while I lie in my hospital bed, I can sense something is amiss.

Once upon a time, a girl saved my life. I was p*ss-drunk, high as a kite, and about to jump from a bridge. She stopped me. I told her to f--k off. Exactly how all great love stories start. A year later, I met her again. Sober this time, after yet another stint in rehab. She’s still pretty, still a spitfire, still lights up a room when she walks in. And she doesn’t realize I’m the guy from the bridge. Frankie doesn’t know anything about me or my past. She doesn’t know I’m a former rock star or an ex-junkie. She doesn’t know that two years ago, someone died and it was my fault.

When Thor disappears to get away from the intense pressure of being the heir to the Northlands, his father asks Linea to use her tracking skills and deliver an ultimatum to his heir. Linea knows Thor will be furious and blame her as the messenger. She'll have to face him anyway and prove to herself that she's no longer a young, infatuated girl, but a strong and unapologetic woman who owns the quirkiness he once ridiculed her for. Problem is that the last time she saw the large and angry Nman, Thor threatened to spank her if she came back. He wouldn't, though . . . or would he?