Cindy Crews is everything I never even knew I dreamed of. Winning the championship used to be my number one goal in life, but one look into Cindy's pretty golden eyes, and I see my future. But Cindy is a feisty little thing who's fighting me every step of the way. I know she feels this electric current zinging between us, but she's put up walls so thick it's going to take a bulldozer to knock them down.

Hadley’s world shatters the night her stepdad sneaks into her room, and with nothing but fear gripping her heart, she bolts. She doesn’t care where she’s headed, as long as it’s far from the nightmare she’s escaping. Damon’s instincts roar to life the second he spots her—lost, trembling, and too innocent for her own good. She’s an angel who’s fallen right into his path, and he’s a man with a past he can’t escape. A felon with no right to touch someone so pure, someone so tempting.

Faith didn’t expect to catch the eye of the devil when her friends dragged her to a Halloween party at one of the city’s most elite businesses. She didn’t even know who he was until his gaze locked on hers, intense, hungry, and coming straight for her like he already knew what he wanted. Coward that I am, I ran. But you can’t outrun a man like that, no matter how hard you try. I couldn’t stop dreaming of him, though. The way he looked at me. The fire in his eyes. But at least I’d never have to see him again, right?

The moment he pulled her back from the brink, she became his. Not just his patient, but his obsession. She’s everything he’s ever wanted, and now that fate has placed her in his hands, he’s never letting go. She wants to keep her distance, but he’s not the kind of man to be denied. Her fears? He’ll soothe them. Her heart? He’ll claim it. Because she’s his, and nothing—not even her resistance—will stop him from making her see it.

Two years apart, but he’s never stopped watching. Now, he’ll do whatever it takes to make her remember him. She doesn’t remember me. I know that. Hell, how could she? It’s been two years. But I’ve never stopped thinking about her, never stopped wanting her. I went to prison for her. Took the fall, took the heat, all for her. And now I’m out. Free. But the second I hear she’s going to Daytona Beach for Spring Break, something inside me snaps.

I’ve got one thing on my mind: the biggest fight of my career. But the second I lay eyes on her, nothing else matters. She’s perfect. A knockout in every sense. Problem is, she’s the senator’s daughter. Off-limits. Too good for someone like me. But the way she looks at me? Hell, it's like she’s asking for trouble. And I’m the kind of guy who gives exactly what people ask for.

Jenny has always been a Christmas fanatic. Born on December 25th, she lives for the magic of twinkling lights, snow-dusted streets, and the joy on children’s faces during the holidays. It’s why she volunteers as Santa’s helper at the mall every year. She doesn’t need the money—she just loves spreading cheer. But this year? This year is different. Because when she walks into the workshop ready to don her elf costume, she comes face-to-face with Santa himself… and he’s nothing like she imagined.

He’s the one she’s not supposed to want—but he’s about to make her his, whether she’s ready or not. There’s only one bright light in my dark, twisted world, and her name is Olivia Carson. Every time she comes up to that fence, defying her father’s orders to talk to me—a felon with a past that should keep me in the shadows—I see something in her eyes that makes me believe there might be a shred of goodness left in this godforsaken place.

The moment I first saw her on that stage, I was done. Every move, every twist of her body is pure seduction. She’s nothing like the other dancers—no fake smiles, no practiced routine. She moves like she’s meant to be worshipped. A ballerina. A goddess. Poetry in motion. Her long red hair flows like fire, and those green eyes—hell, they burn right through me. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I need her. My body craves her. If I don’t have her, I’ll lose my mind. She’s my obsession, my fantasy, my everything. And tonight, on New Year’s Eve? She’s mine.

Erik Duvall is half the man he used to be. The war scarred him—physically and mentally. The right side of his face is a reminder of the hell he went through, and he’s sure it makes him a monster. He hates what he sees in the mirror, and he’s convinced everyone else must feel the same. So, he hides away, letting his music be the only thing that keeps him from losing his mind. A renowned composer, Erik keeps his music locked away, refusing to share it with anyone.

One look. That’s all it took. One second, and Rachel became mine. My Rachel. My reason for breathing. She doesn’t know it yet—not while she’s smiling sweetly at customers and pouring coffee like the world is soft and safe. But I know better. She needs me. She doesn’t see the way men look at her, like wolves circling something pure and untouched. She doesn’t see the dangers, but I do. And I’ll protect her from every single one of them.

Ella Brown. The prettiest little thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. She doesn’t realize it yet, but she’s already mine. Sure, she fights it—says she’s not interested. But I see the way her breath hitches when I’m near, the way her cheeks flush when our eyes meet. She can push me away all she wants. It won’t work. I didn’t get to the top by giving up, and I’m not about to start now.

Mariana isn’t the kind of woman I ever expected to have a chance with. Not when I’m a rough enforcer, someone who shouldn’t be within 10 feet of anyone as innocent as Mariana. But I can’t shake my need to have her, and when she looks at me with those big eyes, I can feel the heat behind them. She wants me just as badly.

“Give me a second chance, babe . . . and I’ll blow your mind.” Monroe doesn’t know why she answers the text that’s obviously meant for someone else. Or why she keeps answering. Maybe it’s because she’s all alone in a big city and in desperate need of a lifeline. Or maybe it’s because each exchange leaves her intrigued and more than a little turned on. Still, Monroe never would’ve snarked back if she’d known she was talking to the “Golden Boy” of the Dallas Knights.

Carrie might be lost, but she's exactly where she needs to be—in the big tattooed arms of a hot possessive mountain man. This obsessive alpha knows how to treat a city girl right!