Shane Wilder: pro surfer, dream chaser, thief of my heart—and completely off-limits. It was infatuation at first sight. On our first date, he took me to watch the fireworks. It was a magical night of stolen kisses and whispered confessions under the stars. But it all came to a screeching halt when he asked the one question I’d been dreading: "How old are you, Remy?" Right guy, wrong time.

My first love. A Valentine’s Day Masquerade Ball. And a secret that could ruin everything. The day of my divorce, I don’t feel free—I'm broken. A single mom, barely holding it together, with no idea how to start over. Then a masked stranger kisses me like he owns me. And I let him—because for one reckless moment, I want to forget. But when the mask comes off, I’m staring into the eyes of the man who shattered me in another life. Callum Reid. My first love. My greatest heartbreak. Six years ago, he walked away to chase his rock-and-roll dreams. And I ran straight into the arms of ...

Will his stardom put her out of reach just as he’s ready to take a chance? Kelsey has found peace only by shutting everything out and locking the door. So when the hot single dad next door needs her help, she wants to be a decent person. However, JD has chaos written all over him. JD has been nurturing his band for years, waiting for a big break and hoping for a lightning strike. His biggest shock is that his ex-girlfriend has left him a letter and a daughter he didn’t know he had. It’s about to break him… and the band. If JD gives in to his own desires, he’ll destroy the peace ...

Molly Webster has always followed the rules. After an ugly scandal tore apart her childhood and made her the focus of the media's harsh spotlight, she vowed to live an ordinary life. No fame. No impropriety. No pain. Then she meets Zachary Fox, a tattooed bad-boy rocker with a voice like whiskey and sin and a touch that could become an addiction.

The first time I laid eyes on Lydia Decker, I couldn’t speak. Or breathe. Or string two coherent thoughts together. And I don’t mean any of that figuratively. No, when I first laid eyes on Lydia Decker - my physical therapist - I was lying flat on my back in the ICU, high as a kite on painkillers, breathing on a ventilator, my bones as broken and splintered as my spirit. She said she’d been assigned to fix me. But what I didn’t know...what I couldn’t possibly know...was that Lydia Decker needed fixing far more than I ever did.