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I thought I had my life all worked out. My wedding had been meticulously planned. All I had to do was walk down the aisle and get married to the man I'd been engaged to for over a year. Pretty easy and uncomplicated, right? Unfortunately, all of my well laid plans go up in smoke when my fiancé leaves me at the church alone because he found a woman who was better suited for his snobby world of wealth and privilege. After realizing what kind of man my intended groom really was, it was hard not to be more relieved that I'd dodged a bullet than I was heartbroken.

Maybe my two older brothers had lost their minds over a woman, but that was never going to happen to me. I'd never believed in soul mates, romantic love, or happily ever after. The only thing any woman had ever wanted from me was the Montgomery name and all the billions of dollars and luxuries that came with it. Those facts had been proven to me over and over again until I met Victoria "Torie" Durand, my best friend's little sister and the one woman who wasn't impressed by my wealth or my name.

I've known Chase Durand since childhood. He's drop-dead gorgeous, sophisticated, ridiculously wealthy, and wildly intelligent. Unfortunately, he's also my best friend's brother and completely unattainable for me. Always has been, even though I've had some kind of idiotic attraction to him for the last decade.

What happens when a woman falls in love with her stalker? I'm not the type of woman who actually inspires passion in any guy, much less one who makes it a habit to watch me because he's obsessed. I'm a curvy, plain Jane. I'm an educated geek who would rather have my nose in a computer instead of a fashion magazine. But none of those things seem to matter to Stalker. He sees something in me that I don't see in myself, and I don't know why. I'm terrified, yet I'm inexplicably intrigued.

A billion-dollar fashion empire, and it's about to be mine. I've worked a decade for this. I've sold my soul and my reputation. I've lived a lie, smiled for the cameras, and hated myself, all for this fortune. And then she pops up. A mysterious heir with a rap sheet, combat boots, and a mouth that I want to pin shut with my - it doesn’t matter. I've played this game for a decade. I can continue the charade a little longer, keep my hands to myself and her body out of my mind.

In Black Skinhead, Brandi Collins-Dexter explores the fragile alliance between Black voters and the Democratic party. Through sharp, timely essays that span the political, cultural, and personal, Collins-Dexter reveals decades of simmering disaffection in Black America, told as much through voter statistics as through music, film, sports, and the baffling mind of Kanye West. It is also a funny, deeply personal, and introspective look at Black culture and identity, revealing a Black America that has become disillusioned with the failed promises of its country.

Sometimes it only takes a minute. A connection of eyes across a room, a quickened heartbeat, and everything changes. I was a cocktail waitress with a fondness for partying and meaningless sex. He owned half of Vegas, with the reputation to match. I should have turned away. Instead, I stepped closer. Then, the lies started. Rumors spread. Stalking commenced. And someone died. None of it stopped me from falling in love.

Authors Tina Tirrell and Liam Holt take you to the edge in this taboo erotica collection. Two intense stories and one complete erotic novelette are tucked inside this unforgettable erotic anthology.

In Vegas, there was one man who was off-limits. One man...and I fell for him. I knew there were risks. Still, I played the game. When Dario Capece called, I answered. When he beckoned, I came. When he broke all my rules, I looked the other way. I knew there were risks. I just never realized they included death.

For 12 weeks every year, the Blue Angels land in El Centro, California. The residents treat the pilots like gods. Everyone worships them - everyone, that is, except for me. I hate the way they waltz into my poor town and romance all the residents only to vanish into the sky. But even I can’t afford to say no when I’m offered the chance to be the nanny for sexy, cocky pilot Beckett Daly’s baby girl, Sky. With El Centro’s high unemployment rate, this job is my only hope to feed my family and maybe one day leave this town.

Looking forward to a hot meal and the warm company promised by the long drive to a relative's home on a winter's night, Lisa and Luke never expect the next snow storm to hit sooner than predicted. When it transforms into a full-blown blizzard, Lisa's parental instincts kick in and demand that she find a safe place to pull off the road and wait out the threatening weather conditions. Luke's youthful impatience and tendency to dwell on the negative aspects of their sudden predicament are easily quelled by Lisa's nurturing demeanor and constant reassurance.

Carol and Jason are exhausted and headed up to their shared apartment after a long day of shopping for Jason's school clothes on a hot, summer day in the city. When the rickety elevator entrusted with carrying the two of them and all their clothes up several floors jars to a halt suddenly on a day when there is no doorman or super on duty to come to their rescue, Carol and Jason make every attempt to make light of their predicament and distract one another from the rising temperature in the small, confined space.

Aria - I teach mermaid fitness at a ritzy hotel next to the Naval Amphibious Base. I know better than to let one of those famous frogmen chase my tail. But in a moment of weakness, I submit to Erik, a tattooed badass Navy SEAL. Then I get the opportunity to train to be the first female Navy SEAL. When I show up on the first day of training, I’m horrified to realize that Erik is my BUD/S instructor. He’s the only person who stands in the way of me achieving my dream.

From the moment he sets eyes on her natural beauty and deep, inviting cleavage, he's completely smitten and fighting for the words to make a lasting impression that will permit him to see her again, somewhere outside of their public chance meeting. He volunteers to follow her home as a gentlemanly gesture to help a lady in need. As he steps inside her home, her demeanor changes. The sweet, unassuming woman reveals her dominant, direct nature, flooring him... literally. He can't resist his inner inclination to follow every command of the beautiful, assertive woman standing before him.

Once a year, the Blue Angels perform for Fleet Week in my hometown of San Francisco. As a key influencer, I’ve been chosen to fly with a Blue Angel. My heart leaps out of my chest when I meet Sawyer “Huck” Roberts, and it isn’t from the G-Force. This Blue Devil has a girl in every city. Once he finds out I’m a virgin, he refuses to be my one-flight stand. Even so, I’m determined to change his mind.

In stunning surroundings, within a scene that smacks of peace and tranquility, neither Aaron nor Cheryl have any idea what lurks just beyond the tall trees, what may confront them within the confines of the small space of their shared tent once the sun sets. The danger doesn't exist, the possibility can't even enter their minds, until nature itself proves to be a formidable force with which to reckon.

It's Saturday night in Santa Barbara and it seems like everyone is headed to the same destination. The reason is simple: To celebrate the end of school. But for eleven different people the motives are bit more complicated - to be noticed, to hook up, to make friends, to numb the pain, to get over an ex, to say goodbye. As each character takes a turn and tells his/her story, the eleven individuals intersect, reconnect, and combine in ways that none of them ever saw coming.

When she dresses carefully for a special date, her former fantasy of this being "the night" with her new boyfriend is threatened by the newly developed change in her sexuality. How will he react when it's all too obvious to him that she's unavoidably inclined to solegasm with the slightest touch of her feet?

She's the sole cause of his anguish and the only one who can soothe it. But she's the last one who should.

Preston Evans is a legend in and out of the bedroom. He’s six-foot-two, gorgeous, and famous because his celebrity ex snapchatted his huge package. I hate him. I hate his stupid puppy store, Doggy Style. I hate the way he looks at me like I’m a piece of meat. Every dog bred means a shelter dog dead! I chain myself to his store in protest, but instead of calling the cops, he throws me a bone. If I spend one week with him in Hawaii pretending to be his fiancée to snag an investor, he will transform his store into a shelter dog adoption center, saving thousands of dogs’ lives.