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Life isn't a game. Life isn't an empty bottle of bourbon spinning on a warehouse floor as I hold my breath. I feel weak when others perceive me as strong. I'm passionate though I appear to hate the world around me. I see beauty in all ugly things. I feel pain when I laugh. No one knows the truth. Well, no one knew the truth until now. Somehow, Brody Pearson understands more about me than anyone else in my life. The severed connection should mean something significant, but I don't know if I can forget all my self-proclaimed promises.

Oh what a wicked web we weave . . . Marine, Benjamin Dryerson has been to war and knows the ugly side of freedom. It changes a man leaving him knowing what is important in life. He's found peace in the Ravage Motorcycle Club and the family that comes with the cut. And her . . . Katie lives in a constant war of her own, a battle of wills against herself with no escaping. She knows the cruel side of freedom. What most people take for granted, she's had to claw for a sliver of good.

Clover Bradley was having the worst day of her life and then she got kidnapped. In her own home. Well, her empty and currently being renovated childhood home on the edge of Disciple, West Virginia and not her former cozy cottage on the grounds of the Dixie Yonder Hotel where she was working and thriving until that very morning. But it still counts and definitely makes her very bad day much worse.

He’s my teacher. I shouldn’t be attracted to him - he’s intent on humiliating me in class and making me kneel in private. I should hate Maddox. Should see him for the handsome, inked monster he is. But I can’t stay away. Can’t stop myself from begging....

Micah thought he was on the right path, making amends with the Ravage MC and taking responsibility for his daughter Remy. Suddenly, everything turned on its head. Now he, along with the brothers of the Ravage MC, have a serious task. Figure out who is responsible for the chaos surrounding them. Can he do this, keep his woman and child safe, and prove to the brothers of the MC that he is ready to be a part of their family?

Eighteen years of summers spent in a beach house in Ogunquit, Maine, have brought Violet Mitchell and Will Seaberg together. For two perfect, beach-filled months every year, they spent every waking minute together. First as friends, until one summer changed everything. But before the two even had a chance to claim the love they’d spent their entire lives creating, disaster struck, tearing the two lovers—and their families—apart.

Four young women enter into a clandestine auction to be married to the highest bidders. For no less than a million dollars a year, for three years, each woman will do what it takes to secure her future. Entangled in a high-stakes game of money, lust, power, and the hope for absolution, this group of women becomes a sisterhood unlike any other.

Mace Nichols is an "I'll die with my boots on" cowboy. Old-school. Tough, silent, and honorable. Which is why he’s leaving his wife, Jenny. She has helped him build his dream - the Montana ranch they loved. Now he can’t give her the family she’s always dreamed of, so he has no choice: He needs to set her free. It makes perfect sense to him. It doesn’t make any sense to Jenny! She loves her stubborn, bull-headed husband. She admires his courage, his tenacity, and his determination to always do the right thing - even if, in this case, it is the stupidest thing he's ever done.

O’Neal Lory has been taught that one mistake can undo an entire life of right decisions—that it doesn’t matter if a person has been good ninety-nine percent of the time—one misstep, one snap judgment, can derail everything. So she’s taken a lot of right steps on the straight and narrow path—eighteen years of them, in fact. Perfect grades. No rules broken. And definitely no boys. Until she kisses him.

The day her mother passed away, Beulah was only given a name. That was it. No other explanation. Portia Van Allan was not someone Beulah could believe her mother ever knew. Wealthy, self-absorbed, and other than the fact Portia was supplying special care for Beulah's sister, Portia was cruel. The day Portia's son returns home for the summer, Beulah discovers that Portia isn't in charge. This isn't her home at all. Her late husband left her with nothing. It all belongs to their son, who doesn't seem to like his mother at all.

Trusting again and facing the lies that had surrounded her entire life, Beulah is ready to move on, love and enjoy the man she's found happiness with, when the past comes back yet again with one last skeleton in the closet.

After facing a truth she never imagined, Beulah has to find a new path. Build a life without help and take care of her sister alone. Or does she...?

Briella’s life has never been perfect, but she’s always been exactly where she wanted to be. Then her mother marries into the King’s Descendants Motorcycle Club, and everything changes. Her new step brother and friend Alarick is the only thing keeping her sane as she discovers the club and all the dangers it holds, finding herself tangled in a world she can’t even begin to comprehend. It’s dangerous and scares her. He’s dangerous and scares her. Their love will become toxic, their hearts, entangle, and everything about him will make her question herself.

With my NHL career ripped to shreds by a devastating knee injury, I've hit rock bottom. Deadass broke. Divorced. Single father. But none of that matters to me. It's all about my precious little girl. My heart. My soul. She's sick, and she's hurting. So when temptation makes its siren's call inside a hotel bar, I answer. How hard could it be? Escorting rich, powerful women around town? Besides, I'll do anything. My daughter's uncertain future hangs in the balance. A simple mistake invites a ghost from the past back into my life.

I never imagined I’d be a single dad, let alone traveling overseas for three months—my little girl and boy alongside me—to open my international agency. I needed a nanny. The fifteen I fired in the last few months weren’t meeting my demands nor expectations. Until her. Except it wasn’t that easy. Not only did I break her heart nine years ago, she was also my best friend—and client's—little sister.

Real estate mogul Sullivan Bradford’s family is pushing hard for him to get married. When his mom sets up an appointment for him with a matchmaker, he seizes the opportunity. A business arrangement with a suitable candidate is just the thing to get his parents off his back. The last thing Kinsley Taylor was looking for was a husband, but she can’t afford to turn down the deal Sullivan is offering. Not when becoming his bride will give her the money she needs to save her brother. Love and babies weren’t part of the agreement...but some contracts were meant to be broken.

There are many reasons to jump off a bridge, but Rylee Sutton only needs one: her husband’s betrayal. Just before she leaps, she receives an email from a stranger. The boy’s message is meant for his dead girlfriend, but his anguish speaks to Rylee. It saves her life. Over the next decade, Tomas Dine continues to email his dead girl. As he evolves from a teenager into a hardened, vicious criminal, Rylee is there, reading every intimate word.

I never should've loaned him my lucky pencil. Like every female in high school I was captivated when he spoke to me. I had no idea that moment would cause irrevocable damage. Over two years later I'm face to face with Carey Slade again. This time I won't get caught up in his good looks and oozing charm. I work three jobs and get straight A's. I can't afford to get distracted. Not again.

I turn weird and awkward around attractive men. I'm a nervous sweater, and when Archer walked into my art cafe that night, he was making me soaking wet. He was stupidly attractive - which caused me to go into excruciating detail about my sweating problem, insult what he had under his fig leaf, and imply I was running a brothel. My career as an artist was a joke. I was desperately trying to live the #bossbabe life after I couldn't hack it as an artist in New York City and moved back to my small hometown. Now my business is failing. But hey, suffering is inspirational, right?

The summer that Chase Stern entered my life, I was 17. The daughter of a legend, the Yankees were my family, their stadium my home, their dugout my workplace. My focus was on the game. Chase started out as a distraction. A distraction with sex appeal poured into every inch of his six-foot frame. A distraction who played like a god and partied like a devil. I tried to stay away. I couldn't. Then, the team started losing. Women started dying. And everything in my perfect world broke apart.