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It all started with a mysterious blue note sewn into a wedding dress. Something blue. I’d gone to sell my own unworn bridal gown at a vintage clothing store. That’s when I found another bride’s “something old". Stitched into the lining of a fabulously feathered design was the loveliest message I’d ever read: Thank you for making all of my dreams come true.

I found Killian drunk and sprawled out on my lawn like some lost prince. With the face of a god and the arrogance to match, the pest won't leave. Sexy, charming, and just a little bit dirty, he's slowly wearing me down, making me crave more. He could be mine if I dare to claim him. Problem is, the world thinks he's theirs. How do you keep an idol when everyone is intent on taking him away?

I’m on Prillon Prime for a surprise party. Me, the unmated Earth girl, a guest of the queen! I want to dress up and have fun. Not trip over my own two feet and fall into the arms of two of the hottest alien warriors I’ve ever seen. Ever. What happens on Prillon Prime stays on Prillon Prime. Before they touch me I make it clear that I’m not looking for a mate. Or two. I have to go back to the Colony. My life is there. But Prillon warriors are notorious for fighting for what they want. Apparently, what these two want…is me.

Everyone's rock bottom is different. For Willow Watson, it's moving back to New Hope, Colorado. The town she promised herself she'd never set foot in again. The place she's forced to go back to when she has nothing left. Nothing but the family she abandoned. And now she's back. But hitting rock...

He thought he was prepared for anything. But nothing could have prepared him for her . . . As a park ranger, Boone Calhoun has learned to be prepared for just about anything. Including the bear attack that resulted in his current forced vacation. Needless to say, getting caught off guard by a...

Emory is the opposite of a good time. He's the grump that won't stop grumping, and our arguments escalate quicker than my heart rate after a roller coaster's fall. He knows I can see right through his broody gaze and big ideas. Repairing the coaster? More like overhauling his own company's reputation, regardless of whether it helps our local theme park. But when our firm handshakes start lingering too long, or when his muscled thighs rest against mine under the table, I'm thrown for a loop.

Attorney Jayne Larsen loves her stay-at-home husband. Eric is attentive and a great father to their daughter. He’s also unfailingly committed to their Wednesday date nights - but things have gotten too predictable. Enter Theo and Mia Winters, the effortlessly cool, attractive couple who are the center of everyone’s attention. They are blissfully happy and ready to share their secret for keeping things spicy. But there are rules. And breaking them has consequences.

My last single friend just got married, leaving me roommate-less. When Rory shows up at my door, I'm more than a little surprised to find out that a guy has answered my ad. Living with a man wasn't exactly what I had in mind - especially one as handsome as Rory. He's charming, confident, and...completely off-limits. He's a total player. And I don't want to end up getting played. But when all the other applicants don't seem to be a good fit, I can't help but let my mind wander back to him. What's the worst that could happen if I let him move in?

The rumors you've heard about the summer games are true. I mean...what do you expect when you put a bunch of sex-starved athletes in the best shape of their lives together in one small village? But it doesn't matter to me. I'm focused on winning gold. Who cares if the hottest guy at the summer games seems intent on winning me over? Because I'm focused on...wait, what was I focusing on again?

My entire life vanished the day I found my parents brutally murdered. It broke me, and everything around me came undone. I went from being a popular best-selling author to an unknown ghostwriter hiding behind my words. Nobody knows who I am now, and I want to keep it that way. An assignment has me pairing up with the new - and very sexy - detective on a high-profile murder case. As we dive in deeper, things spiral out of control, and the body count starts piling up.

The easiest way to get over someone is to never see them again, right? So when my ex stomps on my heart and throws it into the ocean...I decide to spend my summer on the opposite side of the country. And this summer is all about me: mending my broken heart (screw all men), figuring out what I want to do with my life (a life that thankfully does not include my ex), and trying to better myself (does eating ice cream count?). But all of my perfect planning comes to a halt when the sexiest lifeguard in existence asks me out. I have to say no. 

I dated her best friend in high school. That makes her an automatic no-no. Don't go there, right? Wrong. I can't stop thinking about her. We're friends. Best friends. She's the one I can talk to. Guy like me, in this life, that's priceless. Especially since I just was discharged from the military with an injury that's changed my life. She's precious to me, but I can't go there. Right? The only problem, I can't stop thinking about her.

Adler Haley writes great sex . . . just not under her name. And certainly not about her experiences-or lack thereof. There's no safer place to express herself than behind the obscurity of ghostwriting romance novels. By day, Adler's perfectly content to blend in at her boring nine-to-five as an executive assistant. At least until she meets Joel—her new boss—who has her wondering if love at first sight is more than just fiction.

Are some mistakes destined to be repeated? I can't help thinking it as I look at him now-feeling that surge of desire inside of me and that eerie connection that I can't explain, just like I did ten years ago. The West Point graduate I foolishly hooked up with one night in New York City has transformed into a hardened warrior-an Army Ranger and twice the panty-melting heartthrob he was back then.

When I walked into the art gallery, I never expected to fall in love with a naked, blonde, spitfire. But she wants nothing to do with me, so I leave feeling bereft, until I walk into the office and meet the woman who's going to help me save my company. Eden Sager might not want to like me, but with every secret smile, I'm wearing down her walls. Then I find out her biggest secret, and I'm thrust into a position where the only outcome is one where I lose the woman who has come to mean everything to me. But losing isn't an option.

I'm a SEAL. Women toss sex at me like it's free candy in a Fourth of July parade. But I'm tired of hook-ups, short-term relationships, and mindless, hedonistic sexual encounters. No, wait. Scratch that last one. Point is, I want the kind of woman who will stick. Yeah, she'll drool at the sight of my standard-issue pecs and eight-pack, but she'll also put up with the baggage of Navy SEAL life.

I should be immune to a man like Dax. Tall, dark, and deadly . . . quite literally with that sexy Army Ranger scroll on his uniform. But I know firsthand the headache, the worry, the grief that can come with a Special Ops guy like him. And I'll have no part of it. Even after Dax starts living in the extra room in my house. Even when he greets me in the morning, showcasing those glorious pecs-of-perfection before I've even had my coffee. Even when I find out that the man behind that devilish grin is ten times as tempting as his flawless form.

When matchmaker Freya Hansen-Adler is inspired by the holiday spirit, she'll stop at nothing to see former Navy SEAL Harris and single mom Ava get the happily ever after they deserve . . . I set the bar pretty low when it comes to the holidays. I have to. As a Navy officer, I spend plenty of them far from anyplace I'd call "home" . . . sometimes getting shot like I did on my last SEAL mission. So, yeah, I set the bar low enough that I can roll over it. That is, until I meet my neighbor Ava.

Graydon Adler: A man who's impossible to forget. Yet the first time our paths crossed on a SEAL mission—the kind that requires computer nerds like me to mingle with SEALs like him—I was so terrified that I barely remember him there. But every time after that? Oh, I remember plenty. Abs for days, shoulders that fill up a doorway, and a hard-earned SEAL trident on his uniform.

Intoxicating smile. Sculpted arms. To-die-for eight-pack. And enough medals on his uniform to set off airport security from a mile away. He doesn't resemble the kid who shared my tree house with me, along with every perfect memory of my childhood. He protected me—long before he protected our country.