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Beau Shanahan is my best friend's younger brother. He's also an arrogant jerk and a globe-trotting, snowboarding bad boy—in other words, everything I despise. When I'm jilted by my cheating fiancé and left homeless in the process, being Beau's roommate for the next few weeks is my only option. As a roommate, Beau's inconsiderate, perpetually half-naked, and ridiculously unreliable… except when he isn't. Because he keeps coming to my rescue—he cooks me dinner, saves my puppy's life, and shows up for me when I need him most.

For three years, ballet teacher Natalie Taggart has lived across the hall from grumpy, reclusive, sexy Greer Wilde. Save for a handful of hellos and the occasional heated glance, they never spoke to each other. Until the morning Greer lands on her doorstep, bleeding, beaten, and bullet-riddled. Greer doesn't need or want her help. He has only one goal: revenge. And nobody - not his brothers, and certainly not his too-hot-for-his-sanity next-door neighbor - is going to get in his way.

Headlands Hospital's hottest doctors. Brilliant. Good looking. And terribly off limits. I went to the hospital with an aching . . . need. And the handsome doctors made me all better with their big . . . instruments. I want to show them my . . . gratitude. But first I have make sure they don't find out my father is their boss. Or that I'm just finishing nursing school—and will start working with them next week.

Becca McKenzie is happy - crazy, ridiculously happy. She might not have figured out what she wants to do with her life, but she has something better - Ryan Jackson - and they couldn't be more in love if they tried. He might have been pissed when she went off to a different college, but they make the long distance work because they're "Becca and Ryan", and nothing is going to break them. Until it does. Until one terrible, unforgettable night away from Ryan. Until too much drinking and one empty bedroom.

Bastian Bishop. That’s his name. He’s rough, rugged, and utterly unpredictable. He’s not cautious or contemplative. He’s a volcano. Silent and steady one second, and a nightmare in the next. But that’s not the worst of it. This guy? He’s an outsider, and in my world outsiders don’t belong.

All Jesse Rogers wants is one night...One night to forget she's a cop. To let her hair down. To finally have some fun. The sexy stranger she meets in Vegas? Yeah, he delivers. Multiple times. With no regrets she walks away, never believing she will see him again until she gets an unexpected surprise. Finding out the father of her child is the irresistible bad-boy billionaire Joshua Hastings, the last thing Jesse wants is to play happy families.

Pretending to be married to my brother's best friend and my biggest enemy is the last thing I imagined I'd be doing. But there was a thin line between lust and hate, and when I fell into bed with the NHL's rookie playboy, I found out just how easy that line got blurred. We were enemies with benefits, but then two pink lines changed it all. Now he was bringing me back home to his family's farm and faking it became real . . . in more ways than one. He was meant to be the enemy but falling for him meant letting him win.

After a partial victory that leaves them more broken than they can handle, Sophie's group is splintered when Valor abandons the pack. But walking away won't be so easy. Actions have consequences, and Valor will reap an unexpected harvest that's sure to wreck the people he's trying to save. To ensure Sophie is never again tormented by the vengeful being that has plagued her, she, Carrigan, Hagan, and Jonas must track down a powerful amulet for Elowen. But the great mage has plans of her own and the price for her services could rip Sophie from her men forever.

Ryder Malloy. Selfish. Arrogant. Self-absorbed. Prick. An epitome of manliness. Six-foot-three, all hard, chiseled muscle. My brother's ex best friend, and my new client. Four years ago, he took my innocence and left - without a word. Today, he's the star quarterback who needs an image makeover, And I'm his publicist, who doesn't quite believe him. Task at hand: Swallow my hate for him and concentrate on the job at hand - making Ryder look like a real life knight in shining armor. Complications: I'm falling for him all over again.

They throw around words and phrases: "Could be the greatest ever..." "Revolutionary sound..." I don't give a sh*t about anything but my music. It's my art. My escape. Until I run into a fiery redhead coming out of the bathroom of my favorite dive bar. Literally run into her. Both of us pressed against the wall. Her panting against my neck. Bristol's different - quick-witted and snarky, not the usual groupie. She doesn't care that every record label in the country wants to sign my band. She didn't even know who we were until tonight. But, she wants me. They all do.

Love is strange. It comes out of nowhere, and there's no logic to it. It's not methodical. It's not scientific. It's pure emotion and passion. And emotion and passion can be dangerous because they fuel love...and hate. I'm now a reluctant connoisseur of both - an expert through immersion. I know them intimately. When I fell in love with Miranda, it was swift and blind. She was the person I'd elevated to mythical status in my head, in my dreams. Here's the thing about dreams: They're smoke.

I'm a motherless son to a father who hates me. The only thing that's ever mattered to me is protecting my twin sister, Sabella, from my father's temper. So when the chance to join a secret society presents itself, there's no question I'll do whatever it takes to become a member and earn my place in the ranks of only the most Elite. With a taste for the deviant, I'm drawn to the darkest of desires, and no one ever leaves my bed unscathed. My task: seduce Patience Noelle, St. Augustine's sweetheart and the mayor's beloved daughter - then break her heart.

What's a spelled, violin-wielding thief-for-hire to do when parts of a poem that lead to a map to unknown treasure falls into her lap? Follow it, of course. After being shot while retrieving the first piece of the map, Finley knows she's going to need some help with the next piece. On the road to figuring out where the second piece of the map is, a tip points her in the direction of three men. Obsidian, the hamrammr, Stolas, the hellhound, and Verkor, the unseelie fae. Finley gets a little more than she bargained for when they meet.

Someone once told me that there's a fine line between love and hate. They forgot to mention how that line, once broken, can never be mended. Skylar Ames. My stepsister. The very embodiment of all I've ever desired. She'll forever hold my heart in her hands.

With only three days left until the predicted apocalypse, the small town of Franklin Springs, Georgia, has become a wasteland of abandoned cars, abandoned homes, abandoned businesses, and abandoned people. People like Rainbow Williams. Rain isn’t afraid of dying. In fact, she’s looking forward to it. If she can just outrun her pain until April 23, she’ll never have to feel it at all.

Illustros is a cursed realm ruled by the ruthless Gods of Fate, and no one understands the Fates' wrath more than Calliope Rosewood. Blessed with unspeakable powers that terrify even the most dangerous witches and fae, Calla hides her forbidden magic in shame and fear that one wrong touch could send her to her death.

Longtime personal assistant Georgie Mulcahy has made a career out of putting others before herself. When an unexpected upheaval sends her away from her hectic job in L.A. and back to her hometown, Georgie must confront an uncomfortable truth: her own wants and needs have always been a disconcertingly blank page. But then Georgie comes across a forgotten artifact—a "friendfic" diary she wrote as a teenager, filled with possibilities she once imagined. To an overwhelmed Georgie, the diary's simple, small-scale ideas are a lifeline-a guidebook for getting started on a new path.

I had the best sex of my life with a man whose name I didn't even know. No names, no strings, and . . . no panties. Long story. Don't ask. So imagine my surprise when I walk into my dad's office a week later and see none other than the man who has my panties, but not my name. Turns out, he's the Avalanche's hotshot goalie, thirteen years older and my father is his coach. As if all of that wasn't bad enough . . . we still can't seem to keep our hands off each other. The man is famous for . . . using his hands.

It was just supposed to be one night. No kissing. No feelings. A wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am tangle in the sheets and we go our own ways. Only it's a small town, and I was bound to run into the irresistible Porter Jones again. I just didn't expect it to be at my job interview...which he's conducting.

Self-obsessed. Arrogant. Jerk. I mean...what sensible man would have nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist in his own office? And what sensible girl can avoid all those naughty thoughts then? He's in his 40s - old enough to be my father. OMG...those green eyes that I want to drown myself into, that smooth voice when he orders me around, and don't even get me started on the muscles...and those hard abs I saw that day in his office...oooh lord! Have mercy! Because I am compelled to...call him daddy! He says, "Age brings in experience," and I am so ready to surrender my V-card.