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Working the ranch is the only thing I live for. It's hard work, long days, but it's all I know. I like being alone and being out here in the valleys of the mountains gives me the seclusion I crave. So when a gorgeous stranger takes shelter in one of my barns, I wonder how the hell she got there. But she isn't just anyone. Elena De Luca may look sweet and innocent, but her family is the reason my business is on the rocks. With her family's corruption and the blood they've spilled, it'll take years to get the Carter Cattle Ranch back to where it was. And now she needs something from me.

A wildland firefighter stumbles into a romance with a secretive EMT in the smoking hot first book of the BookTok viral Sky Ridge Hotshots series. “I want us to be more than fun, Prescott. I wanna make you mine.” Fighting wildfires is the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do and I’m damn...

Read in duet, with charm and gravelly depth, by Savannah Thomas and Brandon Francis. A wildland firefighter stumbles into a romance with a secretive EMT in the smoking hot first book of the BookTok viral Sky Ridge Hotshots series. ‘I want us to be more than fun, Prescott. I wanna make you mine...

I dedicated my entire life to ballet, and what did it get me? A limp, an intact v-card, and zero job prospects. Squatting in my sister's apartment, watching game shows, and feeling sorry for myself seems like an ideal way to pass the time until I figure out what to do next. Unfortunately, my...

Presidential candidate Miguel Ramirez was under attack, fighting for the future of his people—and his life. He needed a bodyguard, but J. J. Blair wasn't the tough-as-nails muscleman he'd been expecting. With a campaign to win and only a petite, raven-haired "fiancée" to protect him, Miguel knew he'd have to rely on his instincts to survive. Only J. J. wasn't used to following orders. She was irritating, infuriating . . . and intoxicatingly beautiful. 

Sammy Braun, star goalie for the Vermont Vipers, is stuck. He's got the skill but can't seem to seal the deal—not on the ice nor with Harper, the team manager he's been crushing on. When I agreed to coach him, it wasn't just about sharpening his game. It was about helping him get his life together. But the more time I spend with him, the clearer it becomes: his real challenge isn't his slapshot or his crush. It's his heart that's holding him back. And maybe mine is what's at stake.

While I'm not clear on where one gets an official copy of the girl code, it seems like "thou shalt not covet thy bestie's hot dad" would be pretty high on that list. Even if my hormone-ridden peanut brain would love to read into every interaction we've ever had and imagine he's been pining away for me, too, my judgment is clearly not to be trusted here. It's time to move on. Unfortunately, coveting is a hard condition to kick when you find yourself spending Christmas alone with him at his fancy house.

One night, no names, and no kissing seemed like a good idea —until I got a big, fat plus sign on a pregnancy test, and I had no idea who my baby daddy was. I'm determined to raise my baby on my own, but then he waltzes into my classroom to drop off his son. Blake Walker. The newly retired linebacker and single dad is even more gorgeous now than the night we spent together, and since he knows I'm pregnant with his baby, he's adamant to do right by us.

My life was perfectly fine. Well, at least up until the night I found out my boyfriend was sleeping with half the damn town. With nowhere to go, I holed up in a motel with whatever I could fit in my car. But not even twenty-four hours after moving into said shit hole, a burly stranger breaks in wearing a skeleton mask. It couldn't get any worse, right? Wrong. Because now this masked man is demanding I move in with him until he gets what he wants—and the thing about cowboys and ranchers? They never back down from a challenge.

If somebody Googled "cautious, responsible, people-pleasing eldest daughter," a picture would probably come up of me baking twenty-four loaves of banana bread for all the neighbors in our building after my roommate flooded the bathroom. So, as you can see, I am not the kind of person to catch feelings for my ex's tech-billionaire father after spending three days stranded at his house. Nor am I the type to keep in touch with him after I go home. Now, it's Valentine's Day, and Julian Ballard is on my doorstep.

Patient #495. Nyx Blackwood. Scorpio. They call me dangerous. Unstable. The Fated M.U.S.E. Mentally insane, they wrote in my file. Unsatisfactory, they marked on my tests. Scentless, they whispered in fear. Excelled beyond control, they warned the others. For six years, Ravenscroft Asylum has been my prison, its white walls keeping the world safe from me. Or maybe keeping me safe from the world. Until four of the most lethal alphas in the Parazodiac Nexus break in. They don't just take me. They claim me.