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I gave everything to my job. Untiring hard work. Dedication unmatched by anything else. My entire life revolved around my career. Despite all that, I didn’t get the promotion I was hoping for. I got the boot. They say the best revenge is a life well-lived, and I’m determined to show them by landing on my feet.

Violet Valentine has had enough of tattooed bad boys for one lifetime. Sure, nice guys don't set her on fire the way her ex Ethan did. They don't have his piercing blue eyes, or his bright smile, or his skilled hands. They don't serenade her with her favorite songs. Or make her laugh until her sides ache. Or make her feel so good she could die. None of that matters. Ethan isn't breaking her heart again. No one is.

A baby in a basket left on a doorstep is such a clichè...It’s also my life. I carry a gun and a badge and help keep order in small town Crescent Cove. What I don’t do? Change diapers. Sing songs about sharks. Or...ask for help. But my best friend, Gina Ramos, knows I’m in over my head. She’s the only one keeping me sane. And playing house with her is starting to feel way too real. And get way too hot. Because the biggest thing I don’t want to do? Is to lose my best friend...or find out my little girl isn’t really mine.

As the son of a Formula One racer, the need for speed was in my blood. But in the blink of an eye, my life in the fast lane came to a screeching halt. With my racing career gone, I had no choice but to endure a new way of life. And that’s when I met her—Kalliope Benton Riley. She wasn’t my usual type at all. She was a total hippie, packaged to perfection with flowy dresses and rainbow-colored hair wraps. She had outlandish ideas about the stars, the moon, and predetermined destiny. Ridiculous. Yet, I couldn’t turn away from her mesmerizing green eyes.

Months. I'd been looking for her for months. Nina Astor gave me one red-hot night and disappeared into the city. The woman was a phantom, and I was obsessed. Now she is back in my life, as real as ever. And completely unattainable. Because Nina Astor is beyond off-limits. Daughter of a dynasty. Cousin of New York’s most notorious billionaire. Married to the scum of the earth — the subject of my next investigation. As a criminal prosecutor, I’m supposed to be on the right side of the law. But when it comes to Nina Astor, I’m a very bad man.

This charming and wealthy playboy, who can't pay his bills on time or find his way to the grocery store (but we all have flaws, right?), is sweet. Confident. Playful. He's almost perfect. And, to make matters worse. He's smitten with me. I know what you're thinking. You're rolling your eyes. You're assuming this is some opposites attract situation - or that maybe we can be friends who turn into something more. How can this be a bad thing? Well, it's simple. I'm not the kind of girl you fall in love with.

Rose Weston is in hell. After being kidnapped and held as a sex slave, she is struggling to come to terms with the trauma. Under the care of her sister, Daisy, Rose is recovering at the Hades Motel and Diner, owned by the Four Horsemen MC. When Rose is threatened by her former captor, she asks Duke for help.

Yesterday he decided he wanted me. Today I am his property. I thought my father's money made me special. Then Darko Lijander taught me otherwise. He did much more than just strip me bare, spank me until I called him master, and claim me as roughly as he pleased...he showed me what real power looks like in the most shameful way possible. As I am taken from my home to his waiting helicopter, naked, blushing, and already very, very thoroughly used, I have no idea what he has in store for me, but one thing is abundantly clear. I am now his property.

Cameron Bixby was in her third year of residency at UMC of Southern Nevada when her entire world was stripped from her. She was given a new name, Petra, and for two years, she was made the property of the worst kind of men who abused her until she was nothing but an empty shell. Then the Royal Bastards MC stepped in and saved her. Sly, club treasurer and resident hacker, and Moto, road captain and gearhead, were tasked with finding out who she was and what they should do with her.

I’m that guy. Camilla Landry rustles against me, the silky fabric of her overpriced lingerie slipping along my bruised rib. The porcelain perfection of her skin is even more innocent against the colorful ink dotting my own. It’s demure meets damaged, pampered meets punctured.

I should’ve taken her insurance information and driven off like any reasonable CEO with places to be would. She crashed into my car, for heaven’s sake. Because she had to sneeze. What did I do? I didn’t get in my car and drive away if that’s what you’re thinking. Nope. I stuck around. I could suggest I stayed because she needed help, but the truth? She was really, really hot.

I hate Christmas. For years, I've avoided the holiday entirely. Until Kandy Kane enters my life - the same seductive mystery woman I danced with at a club last night. When she shows up at my company the next day as our Christmas party planner, she's desperate for help with her little problem. My hot elf in striped tights needs a last-minute Santa. And I need her. In every way possible. And this time, she's not going to run.

When my brother was killed, his vampire mate Esme made me her thrall. She’s the second in charge of the Blackblood faction and is determined to make my life a living hell.

On the worst day of my life, I was given away by my own blood. Sold to a handsome bad guy in exchange for my father’s debt. Easton Van Buren claimed me and locked me up in his mansion. That devilish man wanted more than just my body. So, I ran. But when a rich man’s prized possession escapes, he’ll do anything he can to get her back in his claws. Anything he can, to entice her heart to fall for him. And submit.

I shouldn’t be driving in a blizzard. I definitely shouldn’t be driving up Snow Mountain. Now my car’s stuck in a ditch, and the only one who can help me is Joel Alder, the reclusive lumberjack who lives in an old hunting cabin deep in the woods.

Rule number one: Hands off my kid sister's best friend. Rule number two: See rule number one. Rule number three: Seriously, don’t even think about touching Luna. Luna is my new roommate. My very off-limits roommate. My gorgeous, feisty, painfully tempting roommate. I try to keep my distance. To ignore her soft laugh, her intense eyes, her sweet smile. And that groan, the one she makes over her morning coffee. All right, the sassy college student is driving me out of my mind.

From USA Today and Amazon Top 10 best-selling author Harloe Rae comes a sizzling enemies-to-lovers romance where a billionaire CEO battles against a snarky redhead who has her own agenda.

Baby Daddy Wanted: "Single, personable woman seeking a man for the purposes of procreation. No further interaction with the child is required, unless desired by father-to-be. Child will be created the old-fashioned way, assuming both parties agree." I wasn’t expecting much, to tell the truth. For a week, I got no bites. Then I got a reply. We started to email. Text. He was sweet. Funny. Suddenly, the idea of doing the naked make-a-baby rumba with him seemed like more fun than function. Then I found out who he was. He found out who I was. Tomorrow, I’m going to see him at work.

This is one mistake Sienna Landry can't buy her way out of. As Walker Gibson looks at her, then at the damage to his precious truck (that she may or may not have accidentally inflicted), she knows she's in trouble. It's not the busted headlight and dented grill that's sunk her though. It's the downright sinful man in front of her that's the problem. The small-town mechanic is broody. Rough. Smells like engine grease and gasoline, and Sienna isn't sure why that's so sexy, but it is. It so is.

A huge and very particular appetite for a blonde, curvy, shifter who just happens to be my partner on my next mission. As a soldier of the Fae Corps, I must keep my hands off her, or risk the anger of both the Fae and the shifters. No problem then. I have the perfect solution. Temporary relationship? Check. Giving her multiple o's? You bet. Making her come until she’s completely lost sight of anything else but me and what I can do to her? That’s my specialty, folks.