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.

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.

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.

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.

It’s not easy being a woman working in a male dominated field. Add in the fact that my uncle owns the baseball team I work for, and proving I belong here is a constant battle. Dating a player was never an option. Not if I wanted to keep a shred of dignity and respect. Then Ronan Sinclair sits down next to me in first class with his alluring blue eyes and hard-to-resist dimples. To say nothing of his kindness and charm, or his determination to convince me that a steamy vacation fling is what we both need.

Am I going to get lucky? Maybe if the hunky nerd I met yesterday takes me up on my invite to attend High Five's St. Paddy's Day party …Rachel Wagner, who’s sworn off dating apps, is the last single one in her friend group. Focused on running her thriving cleaning business in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, the thirty-one-year-old is caught off guard when she stumbles upon a bearded nerd while cleaning her biggest client’s lake house.

She's a mafia princess who knows her duty: Marry whoever her father chooses. He's a cold-hearted billionaire out for revenge. And she's his new pawn.

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I did something I’ve never done. I couldn’t help it. The man I met at the bar was too gorgeous, too fascinating, too sexy. The next thing I knew, we had a one-night stand. Except....It turns out, he’s Denver Gilchrist, lead singer of the Road Kings, the legendary band that broke up five years ago. How was I supposed to know I was sleeping with a genius rock god? I’m just a piano teacher who plays jazz on Thursday nights. I have a happy, single life with my cat. I don’t need Denver’s brand of chaos. But now, I’m addicted. And so is he.

Ara is my stalker, but I've become obsessed. She has more curves and beauty than she has a right to. I'm going to break her. I want to cut open and figure out that brilliant mind of hers. Especially when I suspect she's trying to underhand everything I've built.

Knox Holland is in a jam. After an incredible first year on the pro motocross circuit, he should be on top of the world. Instead, his bad reputation has landed him without a team. He's untouchable and desperate to turn it around. Which is how he ends up at my gym asking me to train him. As a college gymnast with two Olympic medals to my name, I know a thing or two about the pressure to succeed. Last season I choked and then injured myself before I could show the world that I'm not a twenty-year-old has-been.

I know I shouldn't want the girl next door. It's not fitting for a single dad or a fertility doctor of my reputation. Plus, I need a nanny… last minute. She's the only one who can help me out. When I finally work up the nerve to ask her, she's out on the driveway arguing with her parents. Something about her having a fiancé? Damn…But then they're all looking at me. And I'm suddenly accidentally fake engaged!?! So I'll play her fiancé.

"Oh my God, Briar! Where did you get that prosthetic leg?" Things as a parent Lane thought he'd never say for four hundred, Alex. But that's par for the course in Lane Ashbury's life considering everything is on the verge of falling apart. He not only has a toddler building her skills as a professional klepto, but he's also on the verge of divorce, and hoping desperately to save his business before it goes under. Luckily, the owner of the stolen leg might just be an angel in disguise when he offers to be Lane's new nanny instead of pressing charges.

He is a sinner and never a saint. His words drip with lust. His touch... sinful. That is what girls whisper after one night with him. He even has scratches to prove it. He is powerful, dangerous, and never backs down from a challenge. The pawn? The new girl. He can smell her innocent nature like a piranha smelling blood and won't be satisfied until he has a taste. The problem? He isn't the only one who wants it.

How does this stuff keep happening to me? First, it was my cheating ex and the—uh—"accident" that had everyone in town calling me crazy. Now, I've moved to a completely different state, and what have I done? I dropped right into another problem. This time, though, it's not a cheating ex; it's the Russian Mob. To make matters worse, I now have to live with the son of my landlords, who are part of the Devil's Soldiers MC. He's a smart-mouthed, arrogant jerk. I don't care how hot he is, I'm not about to make his life easy. Except, the chemistry between us is out of this world.