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.

We're not free to give into this. She's 19, and I'm 38. And I'm her boyfriend's father. Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.

Eight years ago I fell into a secret summer fling with my best friend’s little sister before our lives went in different directions. Now, I’m the grumpy to Juliet’s sunshine on a popular dating podcast we host, and when a wealthy fan gives us a charming coastal cottage as the biggest thank you ever, we head to the town where I grew up to give it a makeover. And find the house has only one bed. Located under a mirrored ceiling.

I'm the sole witness to a mafia murder. The head mobster warns me to be silent. Piercing blue eyes, god-like body, sexy lips. I didn't listen, and now he wants to punish me. He takes me captive, threatening... to play naughty, filthy games with my virgin body. Dark, dangerous games to fill me with shame.

Seraphina Moretti is half in love with her best friend's brother. An arranged marriage is in her future, and the groom is not the object of her affection. But then the devil of Wall Street whispers in her ear. Telling her to follow her heart, that the unrequited love she's feeling is reciprocated. She just needs to use a ploy as old as time—jealousy.

Moving in with a billionaire playboy is supposed to be some sort of Cinderella story, right? I’m supposed to be having the time of my life while living the dream. Wrong. When the bank took our home, it didn’t come as a surprise. The bomb was when mom told me we were moving out of Breakers Flats, away from my crew, and to a place that only existed in fairy tales—Bellevue Springs. Home of the insanely beautiful, rich, and famous.

Is it possible to fall for a man you don't know? Before I saw his face, heard his voice, or felt the warmth of his touch, I fell in love with his mind. Devious. Cunning. Deceptive. The master of deadly and dangerous plans. The silent threat no one saw coming. Manipulating people's lives like pawns on a chessboard. When he steps out of the shadows, the king reclaiming his throne, he sets the world aflame and burns my heart to ash.

What can I say? I got cocky. One drunken bet and now I've gotta go girl-free for a whole frickin' month. A bet's a bet, though, and now I have to man up and take it… but it's gonna be impossible after last night. Ever since I saved that sassy little freshman from a carload of sleaze bags, she's been under my skin. It's not just the fact she's a hottie. It's more about the fact that she didn't bat her eyelashes or flirt with me. If anything, she insulted me to my face and told me she could take care of herself. And now I'm hooked.

My whole life was mapped out, designed for me, before I was even a twinkle in my old man’s eye. I am the heir to the Valentino throne. A kingdom built with blood and dirty money. But one I’ll rule all the same. My father was the youngest Don to ever be crowned king. However, with any luck, the controlling bastard will drop soon, allowing me to beat his record by a few years.

Piper Skye is rock 'n' roll. She's party all night, sleep all day. She's get wild and be free. Or she would be if she had the time. And the energy. And not being so awkward would probably help, too. As the owner of a thriving dessert business, Piper spends her days at school and her nights elbow deep in batter and frosting. She's confident her hard work and sacrifice will pay off as long as she stays focused and sticks to the plan. Jake Hyde is a workaholic with a jaded outlook on life.

Five years ago three men confessed to killing my brother. Now I'm living with them. Now I'm living with them. Five years ago I was falsely accused of murder. Then three gorgeous enigmatic men confessed to the crime. Otis: the quirky protector who worships the ground I walk on. Wolf: my dead brother's best friend, forbidden to touch me. Jace: the bully who despises me. The newspapers called them the Blackwell Beasts. Were they scapegoats for someone else's crime? Or is one—or all of them—a killer?

They say the Devils rule these halls, and now I've caught the eye of the most enigmatic one: The Devil himself, Roman Valdez. Football star. Ruthless strategist. Cold-hearted player in every sense of the word. To him, I'm just a challenge, a new girl to conquer. But he doesn't know me, doesn't know what I've endured. He's about to find out. I'm not just another mindless follower swayed by Roman's smoldering good looks and devilish charm. I've faced tragedy, loss, and battles that have forged me into a fighter. Roman thinks he can play me? He's got another thing coming.

Bastian Bishop. That’s his name. He’s rough, rugged, and utterly unpredictable. He’s not cautious or contemplative. He’s a volcano. Silent and steady one second, and a nightmare in the next. But that’s not the worst of it. This guy? He’s an outsider, and in my world outsiders don’t belong.