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Ever since a traumatic brain injury changed his life, Colter James has kept to himself. He doesn't do small talk. Doesn't do crowds. And certainly doesn't do women. When my sleazy ex starts causing trouble, Colter shows up like a storm—dark, dangerous, and hell-bent on protecting me even if it means breaking all of his rules. Now he's stepping into my world—one quiet gesture, one lingering glance at a time.

I swore I was done with football players. Especially my ex's teammates. But then there's Asher Knox—the star quarterback, the campus heartbreaker, and the guy whose reputation is just as legendary as his arm. He's also my ex's fraternity brother.

As a former professional baseball star, I'm thrown a curveball when my estranged teenage daughter lands on my doorstep during her senior year. Fresh into retirement and back in my small hometown of Blueball, I'm striking out at parenthood and desperate for coaching. Enter Shae Fletcher—once the girl next door I protected, now my daughter's sharp-tongued volleyball coach who seems to have a personal vendetta against me. Heated exchanges mask an undeniable chemistry that eventually ignites into secret late-night encounters.

Peartree House. A home where girls were taught discipline. A home where they were taught how to please powerful men. But I was different. I never understood why I wasn't trained like the other girls, but I was content with being a shadow no one noticed. Until that changed, and a man with a black heart claimed me for himself. He told me he'd never love me, and that my only use was to please him and give him an heir. He was cruel. Vicious. A man I hated with every part of me. A man I could never fall in love with. Or so I thought...

Santa had it right with his naughty and nice lists. Me? I was firmly Team Nice. Need help throwing together a holiday wedding in four days, big brother? No problem. Need me to share my bed with your super-hot best friend? If I must. Want to be sure I won't accidentally fall in love with said super hot best friend—Brooks Claus? Can't promise that. He may have moved away from our small town years ago, but there's something about being near him again that brings back memories of that innocent crush I never quite got over.

One blizzard. One cabin. One uninvited hockey player. Ho, ho, humbug. Normally, I love Christmas. The lights, the snow, the cozy traditions. Then my parents divorced. Intent to avoid awkward holiday drama, I head to our family's secluded cabin for a nice, relaxing week alone. At least that's the plan until Ryder Hanson shows up uninvited and dressed like a serial killer.

Running the bakery with my sister is my life—early mornings, endless dough, and just enough sugar to keep me sane. I don't have time for distractions. But when I accidentally text a stranger, everything changes. He's not just mysterious—he's sharp-tongued, wickedly charming, and far too good at making me forget common sense. What starts as playful banter turns into something more…something that stirs my Omega instincts in ways I don't understand.

Wyatt Ellis, Brantley Ellis, and Maverick Wallace are just as pretentious as their names sound. Who cares if they're gorgeous billionaires? They are the literal worst. Between the long hours, the snippy comments, and the last-minute requests, you'd think even one of them would get my name right. Nope. They're infuriating. Insufferable. Overbearing. Unfortunately, I need this job. Especially after an unexpected expense, it makes me desperate, and I need to look at getting some cash quickly, but there's only one thing I have worth selling. My V-card.

I accidentally walked into the men's room and caught icy-hot goalie Evan Daniels with his pants down. Let's just say the view was unforgettable… I've never been so embarrassed—and turned on—at the same time. Grumpy, bossy, and emotionally unavailable, he's everything I shouldn't want, yet I've been hopelessly crushing on him for months. But when those icy blue eyes lock on mine, all bets are off. And watching him coach his little girl on the ice? Game over for my heart. But just when I think I'm breaking through his frosty exterior, he shuts me out like a puck on a penalty kill.

As dark secrets and forbidden lust intertwine, one burning question remains: can Noah and Anastasia resist the pull of their dangerous attraction, or will the haunting specters of their past ultimately drag them into a spiral of ruin?

Dear Mr. Gallagher, I do not need this job. In fact, I will remind you that I'm doing you a favor. I am working for you only because I don't want you to inflict your grumpiness on my friends any longer. I am a strong, confident woman and know how to put men like you in their place. I won't succumb to your flirtations or your attempts to try and shock me. I am not impressed by your six-pack or your six-figure bank account. I suggest you realize that I am out of your league in so many ways, it's not even funny.

According to my best friends, five months is too long to nurse a broken heart. They're determined to push me out of my nest made of sweatpants and sadness. I need to date, they say. They have the perfect plan, they say. Maddox Graves is the star center of the Minnesota Rogues, and he's every woman's fantasy. Tall, dark, and broody, he's the guy you picture when you're home alone enjoying some self-care. And after my friends win a date with him at a charity auction, he's all mine for one night.

Mistake #1: One scorching night with Jacob Walker, Chicago Blade's notorious playboy and my brother's best friend. Mistake #2: Agreeing to be his fake fiancé to save his career. Mistake #3: Falling for the man who doesn't know he's about to become our baby's daddy. Jacob has a body forged in steel and a smile that can melt the ice… he's every woman's fantasy. I'm the team's new strait-laced PR executive tasked with cleaning up his image... while hiding my growing secret. Whenever he holds me close for the cameras, it feels less like pretend.

She's my best friend's older sister. No matter what . . . I have to keep my hands off Angelina . . . Because she's a Hawke.

I, Everly Townstead, need to stop fantasizing about my brother's billionaire best friend. Should I have accidentally married the notorious charmer in Vegas? No, because his family is trying to buy my dad's company. Nothing says trust and unity between two businesses like an (accidental) marriage of convenience, right? Three reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for my fake husband: One: My brother would be furious. Two: I can't risk my heart getting broken again. Three: Cash Stafford doesn't do serious–ever. Smart girls like me don't end up with men who flirt with easy smiles.

Dear Remington Parker, You may think you're the handsome prince of the law firm and I'm your dutiful wench, but I'm not here to be your plaything. Yes, you're handsome-ish. Yes, you're a partner at the firm. Yes, I'm your ugly duckling assistant. But no, I'm not desperate, and I don't want you. I have no interest in being the nanny to your newly found kid when you want to go on dates. And I have even less interest in your offer to teach me the ways of the world. In fact, after my makeover, I'm pretty sure I'll have plenty of men wanting to help me discover the joys of companionship.

Everything I dared dream of for my life is scorched to ash when I'm forced to marry our enemy: the icy dragon king of Andrathya. My father believes marriage can bridge the gap between us and the beasts we once considered allies. We once held soul bonds with those very dragons before a curse shattered the world we had known for centuries, leaving war imminent on the horizon. I think him a fool. I'd rather die with a sword in my hand than on my knees begging for mercy.

I, Fallon Hayes, need to stop playing pranks on my boss. Did I mention he's my new roommate? Being the private chef for the retired hockey player who haunts my fantasies is a bad idea. Living down the hall from him is an even worse idea, especially considering the one-night stand we had ten years ago. What happened back then was unforgettable. Proof that we are destined to hate each other. There are three reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for my boss/roommate/one-night-stand.

I don't date hockey players. Especially not my best friend's cocky, infuriating brother—the one I can't stand. But one scorching night shattered all the rules, and now, I can't stop thinking about what we started. Gio DeLuca isn't just known for his skills on the ice—he's notorious for his hot temper and bad-boy attitude that fans love to hate. He's also the kind of sizzling hot that makes you forget your own name, with a smirk that says he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

The last person I expected to run into when I moved back home was my ex-wife, Tully Cassio—my high school sweetheart, the love of my life, the woman I hated as much as I still loved. She dumped me nineteen years ago and moved to Hollywood, quickly becoming a star and leaving our marriage in the dust. My dad's last wish included my moving back home and joining the local fire department. I agreed, mostly to be there to take care of Mom. But apparently, I'm not the only one back in Blueball, and now I'm somehow working with Tully on the fundraiser needed to keep the fire station open.