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Callum Flannelly would rather dive into an open grave than take a stranger to dinner. But he can only inherit the family undertaking business under one condition: He must marry before his 35th birthday. So it’s out of the mortuary and into the dating scene. Lark Thompson came to Galway, Ireland to embrace life, not be reminded of losing her husband by moving in next to a funeral home. Then, the vivacious Texan animator learns of painfully shy Callum’s dilemma and makes it her mission to help him find The One.

My friends have convinced me: no more hockey players. With a dad who is the Head Coach for the Minnesota Sleet, it seemed like an easy decision. My friends have also convinced me that the best way to boost my fragile self-esteem is through a one-night stand. A dating app. A hotel bar. A sexy-as-hell man who’s sweet, and funny...and did I mention sexy-as-hell?

Amelie: I knew I shouldn't have asked him for a ride. My new neighbor is a study in contradictions—covered in tattoos and dripping intensity. He’s alluring yet aloof, and his every calculated move is dangerously seductive. Little did I know, he’s been systematically inserting himself into every part of my life. Creeping beneath my protective armor. Trapping me like a fly in his web before revealing his true identity.

They thought she was unsuitable as a bride because she was mute. I thought that made her perfect. Silent. Invisible. I could pretend she didn’t even exist.

It was supposed to be cold-blooded corporate warfare, but somehow my heart got involved. My wife penetrated my shields until I could see nothing but her... and her safety. The game has only just begun. I'm going to claim her... along with my birthright. The stakes have never been higher. Manhattan is going to be mine.

Returning to my small hometown after I crashed and burned in the city is bad enough. Having my lifelong rival, Wes Stryker, rub it in my face doesn't make it easier. Even worse, I'm hired to help him pull his family's distillery out of a rough patch. Oh, and I'm forced to be his roommate. That means dealing with his annoying flirting and one-upping all day, every day. He's unbearably cocky, and his dimpled smile charms everyone with a pulse—except for me.

Running away from home at 17 wasn't easy. Let's face it, though, nothing before or in the ten years since has ever been easy for me. And I'm doing okay—sorta. I just need to keep scraping by, living under the radar. Staying out of people's way, off people's minds. When a man walks through my open patio door, stepping boldly into my home and my life, I should be scared, frightened, terrified. I must be more broken than I realized because I'm none of those things. I'm intrigued—and I'm wondering if the way to take control of my life is by giving in to him.

First Mistake: Agreeing to my brother’s crazy, horrible scheme to seduce and drug my college’s hockey star, Yom “Yum” Rustanov, to get him disqualified for doping before his big international championship game. In the dictionary under femme fatale, you’ll find me—in the antonyms section.

There is only one punishment for spies and liars: a slow and painful death. My sweet, angelic wife who bewitched everyone in my home, from my men to my dogs, is the worst traitor of all. But it seems I have fallen under her spell as well. With every smile, every ridiculous outfit, I'm struggling... and failing. I want to hate her. Instead, I'm yearning to hear every silent lie that leaves her irresistible lips.

For eight long years, I have been waiting, patiently plotting my revenge. Now, I've found him. And I'm going to make him pay. He hired me to guard his wife, ensure her safety. I'm going to kill the same woman I vowed to protect. He'll suffer like I did, and when I'm done with him, he'll be begging for mercy. Mercy I won't give.