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All I want is Branson Ford. I've been starry-eyed for my handsome boss since the day I started working for him at Empire Media. Problem is, he doesn't see me as anything more than his sweet assistant. I need help becoming a vixen. I need someone to teach me how to be sensual, how to be desired, and how to get the man I've pined over for the last two years. So, I enlist the help of my co-worker. My very sexy, very charming co-worker, Hunter Johnstone.

As president of The Last Riders, Viper's only fear was losing his wife. After all, he had almost lost her once before. As wife to the president, Winter lived in fear every day: fear that a club enemy would take Viper from her, fear that one of the club women would tempt him to stray, fear that she wasn't enough of a woman for him. One thing Winter didn't fear was risking everything to carry her husband's child, even her health, yet Viper refused to take the chance.

Life is full of expectations. For Brady Coldwell, it's always been about the game. Hockey is, and always will be, his life. His family sacrificed everything to get him here, and he won't let them down. He knows what's expected of him. Natalie Banks is no different. She too knows what it means to have everyone sacrifice for you. She knows about the debt that's owed in the end, and the price you pay for making up your own mind. But when an innocent mistake lands Brady and Natalie as roommates, neither of them is prepared for the feelings they have.

A sexy rockstar walking into your hotel room sounds like a dream come true. When you're in the middle of some serious self-pleasure like I was, it's a freaking nightmare. It gets worse. What I thought was my room...was actually his. I'd just given last year's hottest new talent a performance worthy of my own Grammy. Now everyone is talking about the girl who got her rocks off in Brix Wilson's hotel room. Nobody knows I'm that girl and it's going to stay that way. It's not like I'm going to run into him again, right? Wrong.

I was young and naive. I thought I could save the world. I thought that protecting those around me from hurt and pain was what I was born to do. She made me feel that way. Ava Links, the little girl who was too f - king stubborn for her own good. The little girl who absorbed the hurt and pain of everyone around her and tried to bring sunshine to them all. The little girl who somehow looked at me, expecting - no, damn near demanding - I protect her.

Standing on the balcony, outside my boss's apartment, wearing only my underwear? Not how I expected to start my Saturday morning. I guess I should've thought harder about going home with my sexy new gym instructor, especially since I had no idea the guy was married. When he pushed me outside five seconds before his wife walked through the door, I jumped one balcony over. I thought it would be less embarrassing for a total stranger to find me than his wife.

As captain for the Boston Blades, I've spent years working toward bringing home the Stanley Cup. But when the owners sell us out to Hollywood, suddenly we're not just playing for thousands of fans, we're cracking open our lives on Getting Pucked, a new reality show. I agree to sign the contract on one condition: They hire New England's reigning queen of media to call the shots. Holly Belliveaux Carter. The woman who drives me to insanity and turns me on with nothing but a quirk of her lips and the sound of her laugh. The only woman I've ever loved. The problem? She's my ex-wife.

An end to the Billionaire Bad Boy era. The series comes to a close. From Kline and Benny to Wes and Winnie with Thatch and Cassie in between, spend time with the characters who have stolen the hearts of both each other and listeners alike, and meet the men of the upcoming spinoff series Mavericks Tackle Love. Contains mature themes.

We've all been there. One minute, you're sprawled out on your bed, minding our own business, and the next, you're lying in the back seat of your best friend's car as she races you to the ER. And not the closest one either. No. You're headed to the one 50 miles farther out, because the one five minutes away is where you start your residency next week. So there you are, lying in cubicle nine, hoping like hell that the doctor about to examine you isn't young, sexy, or male. Of course, he's all three.

Hard head. Bad attitude. Terrible boyfriend. That's what my exes have said about me - but I wasn't serious about any of them, so what do I care what rumors they spread? What I need is to be left alone; by the press, by the paparazzi, and by women. Too bad I'm about to be surrounded by them for the weekend. My obnoxious, matchmaking brother is getting married, and he's doing his damnedest to find me a wedding date.

The hits just keep on coming for Tessie Marie Harlow. She has never had an easy life. Her mom disabled, her dad long gone, and a single mom raising a rambunctious little boy - that's her world. Her childhood aspirations to be a nurse disappeared after a college spring fling both blessed and burdened her with a baby boy. Dropping out of school, she returned to her hometown and began to settle in. Getting the only job she could, as a bartender, she now spends her days caring for her son and nights serving the Hellions Motorcycle Club and their affiliates.

I'm the lost princess of Howling Sky. Only a few days ago, I would have said that was crazy, that I'm just Sorissa. Now, I'm living crazy. Everybody wants to use me for their own gain in the Prime War. Except for Phantom Fangs, my werewolves. I left with vampires to save their lives. Maybe the vampires intend to kill me, but I'm not that fragile. I'll survive, and I'll keep my werewolves safe.

I believe in fairy tales - the kind where a knight in shining armor sweeps me off my feet. Coming from a broken home, fairy tales housed the hope I clung to. Never in my life did I imagine two knights coming into my life - two knights that wore very different armor. A rockstar versus a lawyer. Fast and furious versus deliberate and calculated. Intense and passionate versus strong and devoted. Chaos versus stability.

Ben Wilde was cocky, charming, and sexy as the best sin. He was also Courtney McKenna's weakness. Every single inch of his muscled perfection was trouble and temptation. They'd sparred in the courtroom more times than she could count, and the tension between them had always been red-hot. One night should have been all she needed to get the guy out of her head. Only...it wasn't.

Life is made up of choices. Single choices like bricks laid out in a path. A path that leads to your future. At 24 years old, I would have never guessed I would be stuck between two men - two men from opposite spectrums of the universe. Their lives, their worlds, their demeanors are as different as the darkest of nights and the lightest of days. I love them both, but I have to choose. There is only one choice I can make. And I choose forever.

Owen Riggins is too good to be true. The best things in life usually are. He's good looking, generous, and interested in me. Too bad someone like him and someone like me aren't meant to be together. He's used to the best things in life, and I've grown up with the worst. Building a better life means working hard and staying on track, not falling for some sexy suit with a brooding stare who is just passing through. Life has taught me not to trust, and even though I want him more than anything, I don't need his charity or his love....

What if... Someone you barely knew asked you for a favor. What if... They needed you to be something you weren’t, in exchange for nothing. Unless you count a mouth full of lies and a half-broken heart. Faker. Pretender. Liar. There are worse things to be called. So would you do it? Would you? Daphne Winthrop did. And you’re about to find out what happens in the end.

When offered the keys to the kingdom, I all but pissed on the throne. I didn't need the figurative crown to become the king, and I sure as hell didn't want anything more to do with the little queen. When the power started to shift and lives were being torn apart, justice needed to be served. Who better to serve it up...than me?

I traded my plaid skirt for a navy blazer, my religion for a red Solo cup, and finally my Bible for a bong, just to fit in. He helped me jeté from outcast to the "it girl". In becoming this new, improved version of myself, my truths became laced with lies. I thought he was my savior, but it turns out that he was really the devil in designer.

To Jackie Ryan, insults are foreplay and love is war. What the feisty redhead lacks in stature, she makes up in attitude. She's made more than one grown man cry and she's damn proud of it. Little does the rowdy barista know she's about to meet her match in the shape of a walking, talking pair of starched khakis.