Meet Randi Burnett—she’s brilliant, she’s beautiful, and she works for the bride. Missing groom? Intoxicated in-laws? Crying ring-bearer? You name it, she wrangles it. Too bad her personal life isn’t thriving like her side gig as a bridesmaid for hire. Recently dumped, Randi throws herself into her biggest challenge yet when she’s hired as a maid of honor and pretend best friend for an ice queen bride. There’s just one problem—the best man is infuriating, overprotective, and anti-marriage.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

I'm addicted to my stalker. He watches me at night, sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder, getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction.

What if your boss asked you to have his baby? With one catch: You have to do it the old-fashioned way. Normally, I would've told him to take his offer and shove it. But my mom needs my help. And I can't afford to save her myself. In comes Arsen Adamov with a devil's deal on a silver platter. Have his baby. Then walk away—no strings attached. I'd do anything for my mom. And spending a night with my gorgeous, dangerous, billionaire boss isn't exactly torture.

Amira has never been more than a pawn in her powerful father's games, but a chance to escape her life of lonely monotony arises when the king invites all nobles of marrying age to find their perfect match. Now, she must play a new kind of game. Forced into the political machinations of the ruling class, Amira learns that darkness lurks behind gowns and lavish parties.

My return home to my family's small town hasn't been easy, but the new contractor I hired—a struggling but strong-willed single mom—keeps stripping her clothes off on the job site, which certainly spices things up. (She swears a spider crawled under her shirt.) She also divulges she's scared of her ex and he's taking her to court for custody of their daughter. I hate to see a woman mistreated, so I step up and marry her so she has a stronger case in front of the judge. Temporarily, of course.

Coming to Stonewell University was the beginning of a fresh start. But in my second year, all of that changes. Because of him. The moment we collide, everything is put in jeopardy. He wants to burn down what I've built. He wants me corrupted and dragged into blackness just like him. And he's not alone. His two dark soldiers are right by his side. Together, they're known as Hex. Once you're marked by them, your life is cursed beyond saving. Levi Knight: Hellraiser. Volatile and tormented, vengeance courses like poison through his veins.

Everyone fears them. Except for me. The kings who rule Grove Academy don't scare me, not with their gentle touches, sweet words, and smiles reserved only for me. But maybe... Maybe I should be scared.

Noah Ryan was my whole life. From start to end, it was always him. He taught me pain, patience, forgiveness, and the impact of the footprints I will leave in the sands of time. But most of all, he taught me what it meant to truly give my heart to another. It was short-lived and intense—a soul-shattering type of love—but it was mine, and I clung to it right until the end.

I went to Vegas to celebrate my divorce, and the pro football star was there celebrating his new contract. I heard someone call his name, and I wasn't about to miss my chance to get with the man my ex had idolized. I didn't find out until long after a sizzling night filled with fingertips dragging along skin and breathless whispered pleas that it was a case of mistaken identity. I never thought I'd see him again, but then he walks into my office. I'm working hard to rebuild myself as a financially independent single mother when my eyes lift to the VIP client my boss warned me about.

Dakota's plan was simple: drive to Las Vegas, start her dream job at a luxury spa, and leave her old life behind. But when her ancient pickup breaks down in the middle of the Nevada desert, she's stranded, helpless, and alone. Enter Frankie, a charming cowgirl with a heart of gold and a big ranch to run. What starts as a desert rescue sparks into an unexpected connection neither of them saw coming.

I’m in trouble. Deep, deep trouble. I never meant for it to happen, but my ex is dead—and I’m the one who pulled the trigger. Whether he deserved it or not, whether anyone will even miss that jerk, it doesn’t matter. Joey is dead, and I have to figure out what to do before I get caught with a corpse on my hand.

Every bride dreams of her wedding day. Today was supposed to be that day for me, except it’s not me marrying my college sweetheart. My best friend is doing that. Or, well, my ex-best friend. Instead, I’m over a thousand miles away, riding the subway in a city where lost people come to dream. Me—I’m just hoping to distract myself from my heartbreak. That is, until I met Jake Worthing. Grumpy. Hot. A total jerk. Did I mention hot?

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.

Shea-Lynne O’Rourke is no innocent princess. But she is off-limits. Older. Strong-Willed. Mouthy AF. That doesn’t stop me from wanting to possess this feisty Irish Rose and make the only woman I can’t have mine. She's my last bodyguard gig before I take my place in Quinlan Empire. I'm riddled with scars and past sins, too filthy for an angel. Who surprises me with a savage taste for the forbidden.

Fear pounds through me every time I approach the man in room #526. But I put on my big girl panties and deal because I'm a nurse, and helping people is all that matters. I moved across country to a hell mouth with my fiancé who then dumped me. But I found a new job, got a new apartment, and the new me isn't going to be cowed down by some big, scary guy. Even if he is becoming more monster than man.

When the Capo dei Capi of the Cosa Nostra comes to Sicily to give his approval for his cousin, Stefano, to take me as his bride, I know my fate is all but sealed. Marrying Stefano is the last thing I want, but being a woman, I don't have a say in the matter. Damiano Falco is merciless and rules the Cosa Nostra with an iron fist. Everyone fears him and won't dare go against him. I'm still trying to accept that I'll have no choice but to marry Stefano when Damiano utters the last word anyone expects to hear. "No." He doesn't give his approval, nor does he offer any explanation.

The first time I saw him, I knew I'd never want another man the way I wanted him. The second time, I drank a bottle of his most expensive cognac, which I'd never be able to afford on my own. And the third time… well, he caught me stealing from him. Stealing from the head of the Irish Mafia wasn't smart. But then I never claimed to be. Now I owed him a debt… a big one. And it couldn't be settled with money, or favors.