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The roll of the dice, the flip of the cards, I love it all. The risk, the chance, the odds. Which is why I'm here again. In over my head. Drowning in debt, with no clear way out. But when a sexy, commanding boss makes me an offer, I can't refuse. After all, it can't be that hard being married to the Brash Boss. But deals struck over money should never involve the heart...

She'd always been off-limits...and I'd never wanted her more. Gorgeous, loyal, poised, and all grown up. Riya Guliani had been a thorn in my side since we were kids, it seemed not much had changed. Except for the fact she was known in influential circles as "the fixer", and she was back in NYC to clean up a mess. Mine. Who cared that I was a little reckless? I hadn't turned my father's million-dollar company into a billion-dollar empire by doing what was expected of me. But sometimes the unexpected was exactly what we needed. And I needed her in a way I never saw coming....

The first time I met Benson LaCroix, he sat in a bar wearing “cocky player” like a cheap cologne. The second time, he stood in a locker room in nothing but a jockstrap and a scowl. Apparently, the Miami Storm’s star pitcher isn’t too thrilled his new boss is the woman who turned him down.

Things have always come easy for me; sports, academics...girls. And I’ve used all of that to my advantage the past three years of college. I’ve got it all, or at least I thought I did until Laken walks into my life.

I’m sick of following suit, doing everything my dad thinks I should. I’m my own woman, and I know just how I’m going to prove it. I went through six years of college to earn my master’s in business to please him, while I wanted a degree in interior design, so I worked my tush off and received my bachelor’s in that, too. Now that I’m 24, I’m going to do a 180 in my life and take a job I never saw myself doing, just to please me. It really can’t be too hard to serve food to people, make beds, and use a feather duster...can it?

Can what happens in Vegas stay in Vegas? Taking a well-earned break with her best friend, Sam Walker would never have expected to be faced with her brother, or his teammates, enjoying a pre-season stag party. Sam knows the single footballer mentality and didn't expect to be drawn to the charismatic one and only Jackson Taylor. One night. That's all he wanted. But after just one night with Sam, he knew once would never be enough!

My flight was cancelled and I ended up sharing a ride home with a guy I had met on my vacation. But he was no ordinary guy. Two hundred pounds of sexy. Six foot three made of steel. Top scorer both on and off the ice. This hottie knew how to slap a puck!

London’s most eligible bachelor, Ryder Winston Noble, is working on a special project at Morgan Financial Holdings in New York City, and I managed to land a job on his team. For a recent technology grad like me, working alongside the crazy hot, self-made billionaire and computer genius is the opportunity of a lifetime.

I’d never forget the day Melody Dumas approached me in that bagel shop. I sure as hell didn’t plan to offer her assistance. But when she flashed those deep brown eyes, she could get any man to do her bidding. The streets of New York were not an easy road - one must earn their way. But this beauty was different. She needed to be on a stage, not singing on a street corner. I had the power to help her make beautiful music. Question was...what was in it for me?

Sean is a normal guy. Has a great job as a photographer. Drives a new car, but not overly flashy. Has his small group of friends. Yeah he's just your run of the mill average Joe. Except, is anyone really all that normal? The secrets Sean harbors run deep. Stemmed from agony deep inside and a thirst for vengeance. Melody is perceived as the beautiful spoiled princess that fell for a beautiful, confident stranger many years ago. Two polar opposites. One night that changed everything without either of them knowing it. Can love conquer all? With the help from a mysterious stranger, Adele.

I can’t believe I’ve fallen in love with a single dad. I’m not looking for anything serious when I fall into Logan Simpson’s bed. He’s the former basketball team captain and my high school sweetheart. We broke up when we went to different colleges. He has a business and a three-year-old girl named Annabelle now. His ex-wife is out of the picture, and somehow we end up tangling the sheets together. Now I’m pregnant and don’t know how to tell him the news.

Some said I was running. They were right. And while I tried to adapt to my new inconspicuous life, I ran straight into one man who wanted to hurt me and another who wanted to control me. The latter was the most egotistical jerk I’d ever met. One look in his glacial eyes and I knew he was a monster. His intensity proved it to me. He was definitely the opposite of someone I wanted to spend any kind of time with. Except - I couldn’t just walk away from him...or my new life.

As a political blogger living in Manhattan, I have no time to date. My few free hours are spent with best friend Soraya and her husband, Graham. Love has no place in this equation. Then Prince Zan walks into the coffee shop. He’s confident and different from other men, making it clear from our first conversation royal lineage won’t stand in his way. I know better than to be carried away by green eyes and soft lips. But if that’s the case, how did I end up in his bed?

When my college crush, Talbot Richardson, was elected to the United States Senate, I bragged a little too loudly that I knew him. Oops. Did I really know the sexiest, slickest guy on campus? Not a chance in hell. Unless knowing someone is following them around campus to see which dorm they live in, and which class they have at 8 a.m. on Wednesdays. Thanks to my big mouth, the paper I work for now expects me to do a story on him. Surely he’ll meet with me since we went to college together? Right? Logical assumption, except that he doesn’t know me from a hole in the wall.

For the last year, my brother and I have been on the run hiding from whoever killed our parents. The details are spotty, but Lucas thinks our father stole money from the mob and the day our parents were killed is the same day they came to collect.

I screwed up. Considering the team is laden with controversy, adding to the rumor mill wasn’t my intention, especially since this is my second shot at the majors. As the Boston Bears’ first basemen, my job consists of more than winning games. I’m tasked with winning over the scorned fans.

Coming home seemed like a good idea at the time. My ex-fiancé split, I was almost done with my master’s degree, and I was already working at the family architecture firm. When I move in next door to pediatrician Ryder Mackay, I’m not expecting the connection - or the passion in his eyes that I feel deep in my soul. He’s the best doctor for my baby, but he’s not the guy I need. Still, the way Ryder looks snuggling my puppy - and my infant daughter - to his rock-hard chest makes me wish this sexy, smart, compassionate man was mine.

A last-minute trip puts me face to face with the most arrogant man I’ve ever met. The pilot. Grant King maybe hot as all get out, but he’s a grade-A jackass. Before I even board the chartered flight, his irritating and judgmental comments make me want to throttle him, bringing out my snarky side. Only what was supposed to be a five-hour trip turns into my worst nightmare. The last thing I want to do is spend anymore time with the gorgeous jerk. But weather forces us to land in a small town I’ve never heard of.

If there’s a contest for two people who don’t belong together, Jasper and I would definitely win. Jasper’s tall, dark, and waaaay too handsome to be on my farm. He’s an uptight British big-shot, and my goat got mud all over him only minutes after he showed up. It’s safe to say we didn’t get off to the best start. To make matters complicated, Jasper owns half of my farm. I’m broke, he’s dripping with money, and I hate him on sight.

Why am I even here in New York City? More importantly, I should be a chef, not a damn bartender. Here’s the thing: I can create the most decadent desserts from scratch, but mixing cocktails is a totally different story. So when she sauntered into the bar with her flowing red hair and asked for something strong with her heart-stopping smile, I served up my best. I didn't expect that one cocktail to make me question all my plans. Then she said it would be perfect paired with cheesecake. Now I need to make her mine over dessert...and so much more.