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I’m thinking it’s finally got to be my turn. I've got no man and no money. Nothing but a personality and a smile. But maybe that's enough this time. The richest guy in New York is looking for a secretary, and lucky for me, he’s young and as hot as sin. Too bad he’s an alpha asshole rich boy who’s stuck on himself. Nothing I do is right. Throw in a crazy ex and a father that can’t stand anything that breathes in his personal space, and I. Am. Out. He can find someone else to take notes and get his coffee. I’m fine being broke and single. I’ve gotten good at it.

Do you know the one thing you should never do at work? Your boss. Sadly, following that particular piece of advice is much easier said than done. Ronan Maxwell is hands down the sexiest man I’ve ever met. He’s also the pushiest, most demanding, and most arrogant SOB on the planet. And even though I can’t stand him, I never stop wondering how his ridiculously pretty mouth would feel against my skin. Or whether or not that bulge in his pants is as impressive as it seems.

How far would you go to see justice done? How far is too far? For Madisun, the answer is simple. There are people in this world who need killing, and she's just the woman for the job!

They are beings with no flaws, divine creatures with power sparking at their fingertips. A race so exceptional that it feels almost forbidden to think about them, especially for someone like me. I’m Rosadette Campbell, a seventeen-year-old girl who has nothing in common with those divine, worshiped beings. No, I’m a human - at least, that’s how we refer to ourselves. We pretend not to hear the litany of degrading slurs other races use to describe our kind. We were the dominant species once, but now we’re considered little more than rats.

Being stuck in the friend-zone sucked. I was done. Blake had been single long enough, and if I didn’t make a move, she’d get together with the wrong man again. Because the right one was me.

Colton Wild isn’t just the famous football player everyone sees on their television screen. I met Colton one summer vacation when we lined up on opposite sides of a flag football field. He was the cocky kid with clear blue eyes and a constant smirk. When he picked me up over his shoulder and ran with me the length of the field, I wanted to hate him. But somehow we were the last two left around the campfire that night. We talked for hours under the stars. And when he kissed me, I didn’t want him to stop. The next morning, I left. I thought I’d never see him again. And for ten years, I didn’t.

I’ve made lots of mistakes. But never one like this. Back in high school, the girl next door spent a serendipitous night in my arms. But she wasn’t my type or really up to my level. So I walked away not knowing her secret - our secret. Years later, I’m still at the top of my game, ruling my own chunk of the world. She walks into my office a different woman. Strong, sexy, and dead set on revenge. I need to walk away again, but I can’t. She’s a different person, and yet, all the things that first had me taking a chance with her pull me back in - deeper this time.

Krystina offered me her heart, and I’d given her mine freely and without reservation. She was the angel who guided me to salvation, lighting up all the places inside me that had been dark for most of my life. There was no denying the connection we shared. But now, she was the one who had fallen into darkness. I could control a great many things, but I couldn’t free her from the black abyss. As hard as I tried, I had no way to save her—especially after she changed all the rules.

After a divorce and a thousand-mile move, Dr. Sloan Copeland and her twin daughters are finally getting the hang of their life in Los Angeles. When their live-in nanny bails with no warning, Sloan is left scrambling to find a competent caretaker to wrangle her smart, sensitive girls. Nothing less will do. Enter Rafe Whitcomb. He's all of those things, not to mention good-natured and one heck of a whiz in the kitchen. It doesn't take long for the Copelands to invite Rafe into their home, and just as quickly, both Sloan and Rafe find themselves succumbing to a heady mutual attraction.

Call girls aren’t meant for relationships, and my stalker is all too eager to teach me a lesson about staying in my place. They’ve taken my brother, and they won’t stop until I’m stripped of everything I’d finally started to believe I could have—my guys, my career, and a new life.

Aaron Townsend has given me a life beyond my wildest dreams. But not even a billionaire can prevent cancer. Now that I’m in remission, this Christmas I’d like a present that is priceless—spending time traveling with my five beautiful children and my husband by my side.

Madisun Dumas is on a roll. She kicked ISO-1 out of Detroit and then New Orleans. The people who killed her family are six feet under. Now, it's time to go after their bosses, but not everything is as simple as it appears. Something sinister is brewing within ISO-1. Drugs, corruption, and human trafficking are all just a cover for something far more horrific. And Madi is about to land right in the middle. When the entity inside her tells her to trust no one, Madisun really needs to take that advice to heart. If she doesn't, death may not be the worst option.

Madisun has returned home to New Orleans, almost a year to the day her family was murdered. The people who did it are still free. The man who betrayed her is still alive. Justice is coming to the criminals of the city, justice without mercy. Welcome home, Madi. Try not to burn the whole city down.

My life couldn’t get any more ridiculous. A few days ago, my son’s teacher wanted to berate me on my parenting style. I politely told her to f--k off, in so many words. And now? She’s sitting across the table from me at my first blind date in years. You can’t make this s--t up. Nothing has been easy since my wife left me and Hunter years ago. And yet, we persevered. He’s my whole world, and the last thing I have time for is a woman.

When you know, you know. Or so say the men in my family. While I was never one to run from love, marriage, or commitment, I knew it’d take a strong woman to handle everything that came with being with me. Not only was my family well connected and wealthy, but as one of the top quarterbacks in the NFL, I had made a success of my life on my own. In my world, women came a dime a dozen...or so I thought.

Mila Ali's fiance Warren is killed in a corporate plane crash. Grief wraps around her heart and soul - cushioning her to the outside world and the reality that is now her life. Nothing could have prepared her for such a devastating loss, yet the fragile bubble she has built around her heart is shattered when Mila comes face to face with Blake Baldwin - billionaire, womanizer, Warren's boss, and the owner of that fateful airplane. Mila is not looking for love - been there, done that, but Blake will not rest until Mila Ali is his.

Jackson Vale. My boss’s rival and the man I’ve thought far too much about since we were introduced last week. Of all the - “I’m not his,” I sputter indignantly. “I’m just his employee. He doesn’t own me.” And for some reason this sets off a flare of intensity and...satisfaction? in Jackson’s expression. That’s it, I officially give up trying to understand any of this. But then Jackson leans over and speaks so softly in my ear I can barely hear it above the falling rain.

Colton Allyster is relieved to be back home. After a year of rehabilitation, losing his career as a Marine along with his fiancé, he’s had to learn quickly what’s really important. Colton grew up wanting to serve his country. Managing his parents’ biker bar was never part of his plan, but after meeting Gia Caro, he’s beginning to think that’s exactly where he’s meant to be.

Just so it’s clear, I’m not the kind of woman who sleeps around. And I’m especially not the kind of woman who’d ever sell her body for money. At least, that’s not who I used to be. Now, I’m getting on my hands and knees at the orders of the stranger I suddenly call husband. I’m ashamed of what I’m doing. It’s dirty. Wrong. Twisted. And I refuse to acknowledge how good it feels. Especially in front of him.

I am flawed and damaged. My capacity for love is limited and only I can repair the pieces of my shattered heart. A relationship with Alexander Stone will never work. But he is everywhere I turn. In my mind. In my heart. And in my soul. I cannot deny him. He is my addiction and I'm unable to stay away.