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It's not about the wedding, it's about the marriage…license. Sean When my ex cheated and begged me to take her back, I made a rash, too-public vow: the next woman I kiss will be my wife. It seemed like a good idea at the time—anything to stop being everyone’s second choice. The ultimate...

My best friend's little sister. Entirely off-limits. A craving I cannot resist. Savannah Levine is the one woman I cannot have and the only one I want. I keep her at arm's length, but there's no denying that she is an addiction I'm too weak to ignore. One taste. One touch. I should have known it would never be enough. Selfishly, I steal touches and kisses in the dark, keeping us a secret from those closest to us. But in a circle like mine, lies tend to catch up on you, and justice is served in the most tragic of ways.

I go through crushes faster than a kid goes through presents on Christmas morning. When I crash into my annoying(ly hot) nemesis and we get stuck on the elevator during a blackout, the last thing I expect is to develop feelings for him. Nate Cruz is opinionated, a stickler for justice, talks with his hands, and is the space heater keeping me safe while we're stuck on this freezing metal box. He's also the first person to ever push past my defense mechanisms and see me as more than "the girl who messes up everything" that my family sees.

She's fake dating the wrong guy. Enter Mr. Right. Scottie I've spent my whole life cleaning up after Jake Rodgers—the bad boy of Major League Baseball. So when his latest PR disaster threatens to send him to the minors, agreeing to fake date him feels noble. Temporary. Manageable. Then hot...

I have it all. I work my dream job doing animal-assisted therapy, I live with the four best friends in history, and I own an actual pair of Louboutins. I should be content. Right? Except, ever since an adorable toddler begged me to be her momma, I want more, and an insta-family is my only chance at motherhood. Unfortunately, her absurdly hot NFL star dad isn't quite as enthusiastic about me as she is. In fact, if I didn't know better, I'd think he was avoiding me. At least until his nanny leaves abruptly mid-season.

Working as the social media manager for a pro hockey team is all fun and games—until you trip into the arms of their biggest flirt during a livestream. Now the fans are shipping us, my boss is thrilled with the engagement, and I'm stuck dodging feelings for Cade Lennox, aka the certified charmer. The problem? My contract says he's off-limits. My heart, unfortunately, didn't get the memo.

I thought I had everything under control. A foolproof plan to keep the noxious Sawyer Pack from claiming me as their omega. But right when I'm about to make my bid for freedom, it all comes crashing down. Instead of escape, I'm dumped in the lap of the Volk Pack–incredibly powerful alphas who have taken control of the most infamous club in the city.

All her life, Ella Barrow has allowed others to make her decisions. Forced to stifle her artistic talents and stay in a loveless relationship with Clayton Kerrington, the man her mother believes to be her perfect match, Ella's life may be safe - but it's not her own. Paxon Nightwing, on the other hand, is anything but the safe choice. A charming and alluring dragon-hybrid Morgon, Paxon sees Ella for the woman she truly is. His bold confidence and protective nature ignites a passion she's never felt before.

After my ex dumps me in front of the whole town, my matchmaking business is skating on thin ice. To save it, I rope in my far-too-single best friend, Asher. Finding him a match should be easy. He's six-foot-three of pure trouble, with eight-pack abs sharper than all my matchmaking skills. And it really shouldn't bother me. Oh, except he was my first crush. But he made it clear I'm just friend material. We even made a pact: no dating each other. Ever. Except Asher's dates keep going down in flames, and those broad shoulders keep shielding me from my ex.

English Prep has always been known for housing the most uppity, privileged rich kids in all of Pike Valley. That is what has been driven into my brain since attending the opposing prep academy in the area since middle school. So when I am hastily pulled out of Wellington Prep and thrown into English Prep my junior year, it feels like I am being thrown to the wolves. My plan is to blend in and to remain invisible, so I fly under the radar, staying away from the "in" crowd. Then I lock eyes with Ollie Powell.

Loving You is a steamy, small-town, faking dating romance. Never lie about having a boyfriend, and definitely don't give them a name. I honestly thought there was no harm last summer in naming Miles Asher as my boyfriend. I was convinced my friends from that part of my life would never meet him...

flee to my family's mountain ranch to heal a broken heart. I did not expect a charging bear. But then a shirtless, tattooed cowboy saves me. Declan Brewer is my father's new ranch hand. He's a retired rodeo star who's got swagger in spades. And he's completely forbidden. Declan is new to Huckleberry Hill, but the small town welcomes him as one of their own. Then one night after bourbon and banter, we cross the line.

People may call me an "overachieving ice queen," but I would do anything for the people I love. So when my friends ask me to host an event at their famous farm, I'm more than happy to help… until I discover I've been set up.

My life is rooted in evil and sin. My hands are washed in the blood of corrupted souls, including my own. In the end, they all beg for mercy. They all ask for forgiveness. But absolution is not mine to give. All I want is their pain. I accepted long ago my soul belonged to the devil. Redemption for a man like me doesn't exist. Sage should have walked away, but she refused. That was her first mistake. Her second mistake was giving herself to me. Now that I've had a taste, I'll be damned if I let her go. Sage is perfect. I'm broken. But she just might be my salvation.

Friends don’t let friends fake date alone. Oscar Wilde once said, “Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.” Ha! Wrong. Dead wrong. And I can totally prove it. For the last seven years, I’ve been just friends with Jack Holiday—yes, that Jack Holiday. The swoon-worthy, ridiculously famous, self-proclaimed king of the silver screen. Passion? Love? Worship? Please. Unless you count how much Jack worships himself. Take that, Oscar!

Chance "Drift" Lawton would die before betraying a Redline Kings brother. Until Alanna Bishop came to Crossbend. She was Jax's little sister—the one woman he was never supposed to want. But when her call for help turned desperate, keeping his distance wasn't an option. Now Alanna is under...

Fox never planned to return to the Motorcycles, Mobsters, and Mayhem signing—or to Eden Anderson, the sultry author who turned their weekend fling into a bestselling romance. Now, under orders from his MC president, he's stuck fake-dating her to sell the story to her fans. But one fiery...

I had a plan. It was simple. Find my sister, bring her home, and then disappear where no one could find us—especially him. But you know what they say about plans? They have a tendency to go awry, like a train off the tracks barrelling in the wrong direction… toward the wrong people. That's what happened. Them. Jericho. Sheppard. Arrow. The mafia heir and his two best friends. They came into my life with obsession bleeding through their veins, and the only person they saw—was me. Theirs.

My brother's best friend will do anything to win. Even if it means pretending to date me–his sworn enemy. But claiming my V-card wasn't part of the plan. He's Goalie-zilla of the Houston Heatwave and the man I can't stand. Number 33. Ryker-freakin-Balinger. The only things we have in common are the temporary roof we share and the arena where we both work. Dealing with this muscular, tatted-up grump is the last thing I need. But he needs good press. And I want revenge on the team's newest arrival. So this relationship is all for show.

Some part of me thought being murdered in front of my mate was rock bottom. It was the delusional part. Because I didn't stay dead. Instead, I woke up tethered to my psychotic ex who still insists we're soul mates. I insist he seek immediate medical attention. To top things off, my actual mate...