Mack Emerson is a single-minded business titan who has no time for relationships, especially with a much younger innocent woman. I tried to hide my immediate attraction to the hefty dark-haired giant of a man, but I’ve never been able to lie, and it doesn’t take long for the inconvenient chemistry between us to combust. We have an unforgettable turn past third base on his desk, but it’s a one-time only mistake…that has a shocking and unexpected consequence. And now I’m doing my best to hide my secret pregnancy under flowing dresses and behind file folders.

He's not just attractive, kind, and self-aware. He's also my boss and my dead father's best friend. I had been running from my past, thinking that connecting with my family in Florida was what I needed to find myself. Instead, I'm at a funeral and being gifted shares of a company I didn't even know existed. Some office flirtation turns into longing, which turns into desperation for one another. When our tension reaches its peak, it's clear we can't hold back this attraction, and it nearly feels too good to be true—a man who's not only eager to please but willing to learn what excites me.

Edwin Lyon is about twenty years older, several inches taller, and significantly richer. But that last part is no surprise. He is the CEO of the Lyons Club, after all. And I am so deep in debt that I couldn't see the surface if I tried. The kicker? He has no idea his new nightclub manager—yours truly—used to date his son.

He was supposed to be my savior, but became my keeper instead… I’ve spent years learning everything I can to take over my family’s restaurant. I’ve never envisioned myself doing anything else. It all comes to a crashing halt when rumors of an arranged marriage circle the Famiglia and my brother doesn’t stop my name from being put forth as an eligible bride. Determined to not have my dreams taken away, I do the only thing I have control over: get rid of my virginity. It’s supposed to be a simple one-night stand with a stranger until I figure out the man I’d bedded is our biggest rival.

Carrie might be lost, but she's exactly where she needs to be—in the big tattooed arms of a hot possessive mountain man. This obsessive alpha knows how to treat a city girl right!

Becoming a godfather was a close second. Paul and Emily Clarke have been my best friends for over twenty years. We've gone through it all. We were the three musketeers. When my best friends are ripped from all of our lives, leaving behind a broken piece of themselves, I know it's up to me to put things back together.

I finally had my baby girl back home, but she came with a little baggage in the shape of her best friend. I could deal with that for some more time with my daughter. The only problem is Bay's not exactly what I'd expected. I'd been through hell and back with my ex, but even that didn't compare to the turmoil that girl causes me. My stomach aches every time she's in the room with me, and we're drawn like magnets, but she can never be anything to me. Bay is young, vibrant, beautiful, and totally off-limits.

After a nasty breakup with my ex, his dad takes pity on me and offers to drive me home. But when a snowstorm strands us in the middle of nowhere, we're forced to find a roadside motel with nothing to do… but each other. There's only one tiny bed... and he's huge. We wake up the next morning tangled like pretzels.

Rowan Kincaid hasn’t dated in over a year. Not since the mother of his children unexpectedly passed away leaving him to parent their three children alone. Exhausted, overworked and feeling like he’s failing at every turn he’s desperate for help. The help that shows up? A gorgeous woman almost twenty years younger than him. She’s compassionate and charming and the kids fall for her instantly. And despite the fact that she should be off limits, he falls for her too.

I've watched her for years without her knowing. In fact, she thinks I hate her, probably because I've worked hard to make her feel unwelcome. Wren knows I don't want her in my family. At least not as my son's wife. What she doesn't know is the reason why. See, I want her for myself. It should be my ring on her finger, not his. When my son betrays her, I'm there to pick up the pieces. I can't resist her any longer, but just because she isn't his doesn't mean I can keep her. After all, two wrongs don't make a right.

“Give me a second chance, babe . . . and I’ll blow your mind.” Monroe doesn’t know why she answers the text that’s obviously meant for someone else. Or why she keeps answering. Maybe it’s because she’s all alone in a big city and in desperate need of a lifeline. Or maybe it’s because each exchange leaves her intrigued and more than a little turned on. Still, Monroe never would’ve snarked back if she’d known she was talking to the “Golden Boy” of the Dallas Knights.

I’m a curvy sports geek. Liam’s a hockey god. He’s way out of my league… My brother’s best friend is acting really weird. Flowers keep showing up. He sends me Cameos and concert tickets. Then, there’s the job offer… Well, first, there was the fact that he tracked me down to NYC. It’s really complicated, okay? But so are my feelings for him. I’ve been ignoring them for so long that they became a wall I’m comfortable hiding behind.

She was an assignment: a selfish brat who'd run away from home and who’d found refuge in an MC, a spoiled pain in my ass that I had to bring back to Daddy. Only—Isabelle is nothing like the picture my initial research painted. Yes, she's a brat. Yes, she's insecure. And yes, she's a Disciple…sort of. But she's so much more than that. So broken, yet so hopeful. So lost, yet so eager to be found.

Grant Neville is my father’s best friend. The person he trusts the most in the world. Forbidden territory personified. I know it is wrong on so many levels, but I can’t seem to get enough of his presence.... His ocean-blue eyes have a way of finding me in every room, his dimples make my knees go weak, and my hands itch to be buried in his dark hair. But I know better by now. My history with older men has left me with plenty of scars, and Grant is not just any older man.

I caught her staring at me from across the quad, eyes fixed on the football jersey stretched across my wide chest. And if I flexed my muscles, showing off the strength of a defensive tackle, it was just to see her blush. And then she did, and I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Her wide eyes. The freckles on her cheeks. I needed to know her. The girl who scampered away every time we bumped into each other—by accident and by design.