In the dazzling world of Hollywood where fame and glamour reign supreme, award-winning megastar Zachary Butler longs for something more than red-carpet events and paparazzi flashes. As he navigates fame and tries to extricate himself from his celebrity ex-fiancée, he discovers an unexpected spark with Rowan Walsh, a production assistant on his latest project.

I wasn't looking for love, especially not in the small mountain town where my brothers and I relocated our security firm. One look at my River of Dreams was all it took to know I'd found the other half of my soul. She wasn't ready for me or my crazy family, so I offered friendship. When tragedy shook her very foundation, there wasn't a force on Earth that would stop me from finally making her mine.

Ezra Knight is the biggest rockstar to ever walk the planet, but before he belonged to the world, he belonged to me. He was my brother's best friend, my soulmate and protector, and when their band—Demon's Curse—took off, so did he. He was like a roaring tornado, crashing through my world and sweeping me off my feet, and just when I had it all, I was abandoned. Left to fend for myself at the hands of a monster. For eight long years, I blamed him for everything that was out of his control. But one phone call changed it all.

Five years ago three men confessed to killing my brother. Now I'm living with them. Now I'm living with them. Five years ago I was falsely accused of murder. Then three gorgeous enigmatic men confessed to the crime. Otis: the quirky protector who worships the ground I walk on. Wolf: my dead brother's best friend, forbidden to touch me. Jace: the bully who despises me. The newspapers called them the Blackwell Beasts. Were they scapegoats for someone else's crime? Or is one—or all of them—a killer?

As a single father, I often feel like the weight of the world sits on my shoulders. When my daughter’s nanny gives me her two weeks’ notice, I’m sweating bullets. Fear that my NHL season with the New England Bay Sharks could be derailed consumes me. Finding a replacement seems impossible when, suddenly, Maci McKenzie—a struggling author who’s running from some deep, dark secret in her past—steps into the picture. She needs a change of scenery to help her write, and I just need someone who isn’t a complete weirdo to watch my kid when I’m not around.

She's a mafia princess who knows her duty: Marry whoever her father chooses. He's a cold-hearted billionaire out for revenge. And she's his new pawn.

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She's falling for her own husband, despite her best efforts to stop it! Jennifer is done with love. It's made her do stupid ass things. Enter Bruce—the fine billionaire white boy who makes Jennifer realize that not believing in love doesn't mean you gotta give up on marriage . . . He needs a wife for business. She needs a husband to open doors. Neither wants a romance. Except their partnership turns out a little too successful.

I survived my waking nightmare by terrorizing others. The only way to keep my secret was to make sure I was hated. Feared. Alone. And it worked—until my mother shipped me off to The Overlook. And then he showed up. Heroin Heartbreak is the hottest band around and Ty is the reason why. His blistering blend of sexiness, bad-boy charm, and killer voice makes him the perfect front man. But his adoring fans don't realize that it also makes him an arrogant, annoying, unapologetic ass. And he's determined to make my stay here hell.

One look. One touch. One sound of her beautiful voice and I’m hooked. Like a dream I never want to wake up from, she pulls me in and wraps me around her. Consumed. Driven with need. Fueled by an unrelenting desire to make her mine. One night, I take more than she has ever given before, which only leaves me wanting more. Needing more. Craving more. She’s the one I’ve waited for my whole life.

Devin Walker. He was my new neighbor, and the hottest defensive lineman Covey U had to offer, and I had no idea. Too bad we were in some kind of prank war that meant we had to keep everything a secret from my new roommates.

Former Hostile Operations Team soldier Blaze "Shadow" Connolly knows what it’s like to lose everything. He’s got nobody except his job and his team and that’s the way he likes it. But when he walks into a gas station during a robbery and locks eyes with Emma Grace Sutton, he knows he’ll do anything to protect the pretty girl with the blue glasses.

Marion enjoys her quiet life of solitude in the shadowy woods of the Black Veil, where even the local villagers don’t dare venture. She sells her healing potions at the village market by day and tends to her otherworldly garden by night, caring for her magical bees and furry familiar, Peek, at their cottage. Then, one moonlit night, she encounters a devilishly handsome male—with powerful wings, sharp fangs, and high fae-like beauty—shot through with a lethal poisoned arrow.

When one of his best guys calls in sick, he's happy to lend a hand. The client is paying top dollar for kid gloves, and they'll need all the help they can get. That's when he meets Wren York, a pampered princess who thinks she can do his job better than him. She's an uptight control freak who needs to supervise every move he makes. She's cute but insufferable. Hot but a colossal pain in the butt. He just wants to do his job and go home. But she's making it impossible. If only he could figure her out. If only he could make her smile. Because the longer he stays, the more he's tempted.

Word of advice: Don’t insult your new boss to his face within the first ten minutes of meeting him. Whoops. Sure, I am a budding designer with a lot to learn. But he’s a manager who’s too grumpy for his own good—even if he does have dimples and a cute dog. So when I find him drinking alone at a bar and blackmail him (whoops again) into being my friend, I realize that may not have been the smartest decision. Zero for two. We both have mouths that could kill. My only problem is that I can't stop picturing what else he can do with his, or whether my job is worth risking to find out.

Accepting my career in the Army is over after losing my leg is hard. But the obnoxious, good looking, glass-half-full surfer in my physical therapy sessions is worse. And god help him if he doesn’t stop trying to give me advice. Living in a home with three of my closest veteran buddies is a challenge as we all have our crosses to bear and wounds to heal from, but mine only seem to be getting deeper with every step forward I take. I already have to adjust to a new life as a civilian. I don’t need a sexuality crisis to go with it.