Living by my father's rules has never been easy. Who does he think he is anyway? Jase Steel has broken every rule he tries to make me live by. The last one though, that last D, ruined my virgin skin, my relationship with my father, and changed my whole life. No Decorating. I should have listened to him...but I didn't.

Like a storm, Marcello Effisto tore through most of his life, wreaking havoc on those who opposed him...unapologetically. When faced with keeping a promise to a dying man, to care for the person who tortured his soul, he is forced to go to the cross. Will he allow the wreckage that caused his heart to grow cold keep him on his knees, or will he rise up and allow himself to love again?

Lucas, the star quarterback, seems to have it all—superstar athletic abilities, expensive clothes, cars, and women who will stop at nothing to be his, if only for a night. Tessa is a young woman who lives her life always doing what is right. She tries desperately to hold herself accountable to the demanding expectations of her family, and everyone around her, while remaining virtuous. However, when two worlds collide, sparks fly and ignite in a fiery passion that neither Lucas nor especially Tessa are ready for. Will the fire and passion of first love win, or will it destroy them?

A single mother often lives by certain rules, and Angela Petrov has adhered to hers: Mom first, career second, and no man will meet her child unless they will be in her life long-term. However, with her daughter now in college, Angela’s life has lost all its careful organization. She goes to her company's annual employee Labor Day party in the Hamptons and, while attempting to enjoy the elite Hamptons nightlife with her coworkers, she meets a much younger, tall, dark, and sexy man who offers her an escape for the long weekend.

Once upon a time, Luke Lane loved a little, stubborn, delusional girl, and that little girl was me. My fairy tale happy ever after always included my black-haired, blue-eyed, knight in shining armor, and that knight was Luke Lane. Then I grew up and convinced myself that it wasn't a fairy tale after all. It was Fate. I twisted Fate to make her story come to life, but Fate fought back, and now I am looking at a man I still love, but he doesn't feel the same. I have to walk away.

Hendrix Caldwell wants nothing more than to revitalize the family bar and tear down every last reminder of his no-good father. But business isn't the only thing on his mind. An explosive encounter with a stranger at a charity masquerade is just the distraction he craves, with no names and no strings attached. For Hendrix, sex is casual, and love is a four-letter word. His commitment is to his brothers, his bar, and his bike. So why can't he stop thinking about the naughty Cinderella who rocked his world then left him - and her panties - behind?

Five hockey players, a cabin in the woods...and little old me, Winnie Berlin. Sounds like the start of a fantasy, right? But it's not. It's my reality. It all started when I got lost in the middle of the Canadian Rockies. A wicked thunderstorm sent my car mud sliding into a ditch, and for a girl whose survival skills involve finding the nearest Starbucks, I was in deep trouble. Forced to abandon my car in search of help, I stumbled upon a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

I didn’t know Raphael Amado when he turned up on our doorstep demanding restitution for an old debt. My grandfather knew him well, though, and he quickly conceded. That restitution? Me. Six months later, Raphael came to claim me. He took me from my home, taking me to his Tuscan estate, where from the crumbling chapel to the destroyed vineyard to that dark cellar, the past stalked him like a shadow. Even the walls held secrets here, and I’d need to uncover them all to survive.

The quintessential question asked to every couple. And the answer is usually some bubbly, lovey dovey tale of being struck in the bum by Cupid’s arrow. My meet cute (well, not so meet cute) is slightly different. I was trolling a wealthy neighborhood in Beverly Hills, searching for someone to take me as their bride, you know, to make my arch nemesis jealous who consequently just fired me.

The Gibson Boys Collection is a feel-good, small-town series featuring blue-collar alpha males and smart, capable heroines. Sweet and steamy, the Gibson Boys enjoys favorite tropes such as second-chance romance, blue collar vs. silver spoon, enemies to lovers, and more. Fall madly in love with this relatable, unforgettable family by USA Today best-selling author Adriana Locke. This set includes four full-length novels and one novella.

Since I lost my wife, my life has consisted of being a single dad to two crazy kids and playing professional football, leaving me with no room for anything or anyone else. Until the moment I met Sawyer. Something about her feels right, and I know it’s more than just chemistry. She’s a game changer. My second chance at love.

If Renn Brewer would’ve asked me to marry him, I would’ve said no. Why? One, his reputation precedes him. His name is in the headlines at least once a month. Two, he’s not just my brother’s best friend. They’re teammates. And three, I’m in my self-care era. Unfortunately, a version of me equates self-care with bad choices.

How to kick off a great summer in the Hamptons: Snag a gorgeous rental on the beach. Check. Get a job at a trendy summer haunt. Check. How to screw up a great summer in the Hamptons: Fall for the one guy with a dark leather jacket, scruff on his face, and intense eyes that doesn’t fit in with the rest of the tony-looking crowd. A guy you can’t have when you’ll be leaving at the end of the season. Check. Check. Check.

The Price Dynasty is a contemporary romance box set filled with billionaire alphas, witty banter, and shocking plot twists.

The night we met in the dimly lit bar, she looked like a brunette bombshell, and I wanted to learn her deepest secrets. With sun-kissed skin and soulful bedroom eyes, she was pure temptation, and I was mesmerized. As one drink led to two, I craved more of her playful banter and taunting lips. Resisting her wasn't an option, and we quickly became a desperate mess of tangled limbs and hot kisses. She tasted like the sweetest sin, but I was no saint.