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The damsel in distress is supposed to fall for Prince Charming, not the monster in her fairy tale… right? Cleaning offices was far from Penelope's dream job. But dreams don't pay the bills, and if she wanted to save her family's home, she needed money fast. Her grumpy, annoyingly sexy orc boss...

I always had a fantasy about sleeping with a gorgeous stranger. No names. No strings. Just one night where nothing else mattered. So when a ridiculously hot, suited man I'd never seen walked into my small town bar that weekend, I let myself have it. One perfect night. All heat, no history. And...

Today was an epic disaster. I was supposed to be walking down the aisle in front of all my friends and family, getting married to a man I thought I was supposed to be spending the rest of my life with, not drowning my sorrows in a vodka soda. But after finding my fiancé intimately getting to know his best man, I was out of options… and a groom. So I hiked up my wedding dress and walked to the nearest bar. In my defense, I wasn't looking for a one night stand, but then he came in with his irresistible dimples, his gigantic muscles, and a smirk that knocked the tiara straight off my head.

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. 

In this powerful romance and celebration of friendship, a widow relies on the crucial support of her friends to help guide her through her grief and open herself up for love once again. For Tess Lane, owning Lakeside Books is a dream come true, but it’s the weekly book club she hosts for the...

When I was young, I dreamed of being a ballerina. Then my dance career ended up on an entirely different stage, the kind that comes with a pole. After an injury puts me out of work, I'm forced to regroup: new job, new degree… and new boyfriend. Blake Forsyth, the Boston Monsters' new first baseman who just signed a monster contract. Blake's everything I've been dreaming of—which is why baseball's golden boy with an untarnished image can never know about my past.

When I walked into his office for the first time, I planned to make sure Hunter Blackwater knew I wasn't the kind of girl who would let her gorgeous billionaire boss bend her over his desk. But by the end of the day, I was on my knees, showing him what a good girl I could be.

Growing up with a hockey hotshot for a brother, I've spent my life surrounded by cocky men. I know the ins and outs of the games they play, both on and off the ice, which is why I'd never date one of them. And marriage? Absolutely not. Griffin Wright is my brother's best friend and star left wing for the Minnesota Rogues. After a few too many drinks celebrating a big win in Vegas, I wake up next to him with a ring on my finger, a killer hangover, and instant regret. The only option is to keep this a secret from my brother and immediately file for divorce. But Griffin has other plans.

I walked down the aisle in white—ready to marry the mafia prince. I walked out the wife of his father, the king. I trembled when the ruthless monster claimed my innocence. Now I ache for the touch I was raised to fear. They said it was for my family. For honor. For survival. That Matteo Davacalli would protect me. But he is cruel. Silent. Distant. Built like a god. Broken like a man. He looked at me like I was his salvation—a reprieve from his sins, or an escape from the love that still owns his heart.

I finally went to get a tattoo. It was supposed to be a beautiful white lily, but the big, grumpy tattoo artist had something else in mind. Only, he didn't freaking tell me before he got started. When it's time for the big reveal, I don't see a pretty flower; I see his name tattooed across the back of my shoulder. He says I'm his. That I'm his mate. My friends tell him to go to hell. That we're suing. But this grouchy beast isn't shaken. He doesn't care one bit and keeps saying that he's marked me, so I belong to him now.

Griffin Knox is cocky, reckless, and way too hot for his own good. He's also off-limits—not just because he's a rising football star, but because he's her brother. My best friend's. So when our study abroad program sticks me in a hotel room with him—for two entire weeks—in Mexico, I promise myself I can handle it. I was wrong. One tequila-fueled dare turns into a kiss I can't stop thinking about. Then another. And another. Suddenly, we're sneaking around like it's a game we're both too stubborn to lose.

I came here to hide from heartbreak. Not fall straight into it again, times three. One cheating ex, a million shattered promises, and a heat that decided to crash down weeks early. So yeah, I'm not exactly thriving. My only plan? Hide out in a remote cabin, write my next book, and avoid Alphas...

She bakes warmth and comfort. He thrives on mischief and adventure. But love has a way of turning even the wildest hearts toward home. I love my quiet life in Leafshire Cove—early mornings, the scent of cinnamon and honey, the simple joy of kneading dough while the village slowly wakes...

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...