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Grief. I’ve never battled with the raw, debilitating pain that comes with it. Then a twist of fate hits me out of nowhere, and I can barely keep from drowning. It’s like weights tied to my ankles in the middle of a raging ocean. I’m helpless, with no way to swim back to the surface. But fate is crueler still, bringing my stepbrother back for the first time in years.

I swear I'm not deliberately avoiding telling my best friend I'm in love with him. Life just has a funny way of getting in the way… for the last fifteen years or so. Now, thirteen years later, I'm back in town after Grandpa Arnie died. He leaves me his inn in his will. On two conditions. One, I get married, and two, I stay in town for at least six months. Buzz loves that inn as much as I do, so he offers himself as tribute. Now that we're married and living together, nothing is going to get in the way of me telling him how I feel.

Being near him again makes me crazy. I'm supposed to be the college basketball star my father raised me to be, but now I'm focused on a new game. I'm obsessed with watching him, touching him, breaking him. His body, his head, his heart, anything I can get my hands on… I'm gonna take it all until he's got nothing left. And even though he knows exactly what I'm doing to him, he's gonna let me do it anyway.

One unforgettable night and one nameless face changed everything. He's wealthy. He's powerful. And he's married… to my mother. Staying away is impossible, and secrets and lies have become second nature. He's crawled under my skin, an energy larger than life, refusing to be ignored as he bends me to his will. Now, I'm so far gone I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep him close, collateral damage be damned.

He's a bad man, and I don't mean trash like your ex. I mean seriously bad. I mean dangerous. You can tell just by looking at him: black eyes, a menacing scowl, and a nose that's been badly broken in the past. He is my arch-nemesis. My mortal enemy. My singular obsession. I was afraid of him when we met. He kidnapped and chained me to a bed. Me—Damon Alexander Beckett of BeckIT fame and fortune. Well, the joke's on him because I'm going to make it my life's mission to destroy him. But first, I have to survive being his captive.

NHL veteran Quinn Rhodes was supposed to be a one-time thing: just a hookup who kisses like a dream and screws like a god. Then, three weeks later, a freak accident threatens to destroy my debut NHL career before it begins. And if almost losing my spot on my team wasn't bad enough, I walk into my PT's office and find him assigned to my recovery. I can handle this, damn it. I can keep it professional. And for a short while, it seems like Quinn's willing to do the same. But it doesn't take long for the two of us to shut our mouths and let our bodies do the talking.

Ash Summers is the most beautiful guy I’ve ever seen. He’s also a total d*ck, and I hate him more than anything. That feeling is mutual, by the way, as he does nothing but torment me. Oh, and did I mention he’s my stepbrother? Messing with Ash is all fun and games until our parents force us to room together during our final year at college. Sharing an apartment with him only makes me hate him more. Until it doesn’t.

As a Top Ten draft pick, I'd been on my way to hockey stardom—until one bad hit on the ice threatened it all. Now I have one year of college left to prove to everyone that I've made a full recovery from my injury and am still worth a shot in the NHL. So my plan for senior year is simple: keep my head down, work hard, and win the Frozen Four. But it all goes right out the window when my twin brother Nate finds himself in a precarious situation, and I'm the only one who can help him.

He’s an influencer—whatever that means. He’s also stunningly beautiful with a feisty attitude, and I can’t deny that it intrigues me. But more importantly, he’s in trouble. I’m not like my brother. Except for being a cop, I don’t strive to save the entire world. However, I find myself compelled to save him. If he’ll calm down and just let me.

Falling in love with my father's best friend wasn't on my to-do list. Yes, he's hot. Sure, I've been flirting with him since I was 16. Of course, I'd be down for a little fun. When Laiken begins returning my flirting, things get heated. It was supposed to be sexy fun and nothing more. We weren't planning on making this a forever thing.

My life has become a nightmare. A stalker intent on having me permeates my waking moments. Gifts and threatening messages greet me at every turn. Every cam session is filled with the fear of them watching me in my most intimate moments. One day, my stalker takes it a step further than words and attacks me in my home. Just when I think I won't make it, a stranger with a blue-green stare saves me from my fate.

I'm not saying I've thoroughly enjoyed the three years I've spent in captivity on a pleasure planet, shaking my money-maker for intergalactic patrons… but, I mean, it hasn't been all bad. The jelly donuts were a perk. Granted, I didn't really know what I was signing up for when I agreed to be purchased by the sexy pink shark-man, but things seem to be looking up.

Hockey is my life. It's my only goal, my only escape, and everything was going according to plan. All I had to do was focus on the game, keep my head down, then get drafted into the NHL. Starting my senior year at FU, everything was as perfect as always. But sometimes, just because you play on the same team, doesn't mean you can play nice. And it turns out I enjoy taunting a certain teammate just as much as I enjoy being on the ice. Daemon Forbes loathes me, but I love nothing more than fanning the flames of that hatred into an inferno.

Ethan Fuller committed a mortal sin. The prosecutor didn’t press charges. The judge wiped his record clean. The victim forgave him. But Ethan can’t forgive himself, not even after seven years. Until one restless night, Ethan wanders into a quiet church, and in the multi-hued glow, he sees a priest…achingly beautiful as if the archangel artistically carved into the stained-glass window, come alive.

I decided it was time to shake things up a bit and start living for my dreams, not someone else's. But when I say shake things up, I didn't think a baby spy and Jasper would be the ones doing the shaking. I never expected to pause my life to help a little girl find her forever home, or for Jasper to come barging in. Not that I'm complaining. I just hope that when the chaos subsides and the dust clears, he finally lets me in, and I won't be left standing all alone.

I'm not the obvious choice to run Burlington's coolest wine bar - quiet, brooding, clueless about tannin content, and always one wrong turn away from another downward spiral. But no one seems to mind that I'm a wreck. Besides me. I just focus on getting through each shift until the night a beautiful stranger appears, looking as lost and damaged as I feel.

Spark of Hope: A bi-weekly trauma support group. This is my nightmare. When I think of a support group, I think of sad people sitting around talking about their feelings and nothing changing. And yet, when my brother and his best friend, who happens to be a therapist, presented the idea of holding the meetings at my gym, I caved. Because I, Benjamin Price, have always tried to rescue the people in my life. But I can’t. I’ve usually failed them.

Aaron Taylor-Ladner: As the head of a billion-dollar family empire, being a nice guy isn't part of my job. The only person who doesn't run for cover when I walk into a room is my new chief of sales, Harrison Ducker. He's outspoken, snarky, and a total pain. I'd fire him in a heartbeat—if I had one—if he didn't have an ironclad contract thanks to my father's meddling ways.

The college twink scene is wearing on me. Sure, it works out for a no-commitment guy like myself, but the constant drama and nameless rotation of pretty boys in and out of my bed isn't as exciting as it once was. Maybe watching one of my best friends find love is poking at me too. That's what was on my mind when someone new walked into Moby's looking lost, nervous, and extremely biteable. It only seemed right that I offered to keep him company, and when he readily accepted, I was looking forward to trying someone older, mature, and not looking for anything serious. Just like me.

Anyone who spends time with me knows two things. One: If I want something, I get it, which is how I end up back in my old college haunts, buying a dilapidated bar with my five best friends and staring down the barrel of an unknown future. Two: The idea of settling down makes my skin crawl, and that's how I made it to forty with zero serious relationships in the rearview mirror. At least I'm smart enough to hire the right people. Enter Salem Barlowe, the prettiest twink who ever twinked and my personal kryptonite.