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.

Five Years Earlier: Henry Dunne knows three things: that agreeing to host this raucous house party was a terrible idea, that he absolutely cannot show up to his nursing shift tomorrow with a hangover, and that the beautiful redhead in the corner will be sleeping in his bed tonight.

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.

Obituary writer Nadine Barbault doesn’t mind being called “Lady Death”. It suits the ice queen persona she’s cultivated to survive the fast-paced Toronto Herald. So when Nadine learns that famous (and reclusive) author Dot Voline has died, she doesn’t hesitate to run the obituary…only to discover that Dot is very much alive. Nadine’s screw-up has brought Wesley Chen of the rival Spear no end of joy—she’s been a thorn in his extremely ambitious side for years. But the renewed interest in Dot also surfaced chatter about a mysterious past scandal.

Hockey coach Ashley Jaswal doesn't take nonsense from anyone … except her overbearing and superstitious family. They believe she's a good luck charm for her brother Jas, the newest Vancouver Canucks draft pick, forcing Ash to attend all his games as he rises up the NHL ranks, sacrificing her personal life (not that she has one—who decided hockey season needed to be 10 months long anyway?). Ash also clashes with Jas’s teammate, Canucks captain Devin Snyder.

He came for revenge. He took my heart instead. My parents’ flower shop is a front. The real money in Vegas comes from drugs, guns, and girls. You can find all three at Expensive Apologies. My nineteenth birthday gift? A demand that I start earning my keep in the family business. Until a dark stranger storms the shop looking for blood and vengeance. Santiago arrives in a hail of gunfire to claim me as his own. Tall, dark, and dangerous; he’s everything I hate about this life. All thorns and no roses. I know better than to fall for a killer. Too bad my heart— and body— never got that ...

A Past He Never Knew A Future He Never Knew He Wanted Oliver I came to Knotty Wood Ridge to make my demons disappear. But there are some scars even time can’t erase. I like peace, quiet, and most of all, solitude. Oakley turns up on my mountain, dragging a baby and a backpack full of old memories with her. And she swears they both belong to me. But the baby she’s carrying isn’t the only thing that’s mine, Her innocent curves belong to me now. I’ll keep her safe. I’ll keep them both safe. No matter what. Whoa, Baby! Climb back on up to Knotty Wood Ridge, readers. Oliver is a ...

I was sent to kill her. I fell in love with her instead. There’s only one rule in my line of work: kill or be killed. I was raised to be the best. A cold-blooded assassin. Until tonight. Until Dahlia. She’s looking for vengeance. I came for blood. One kiss might just kill us both.

Santiago. Ronan. Jax. From Amazon best-selling author Regina Wade comes the Vegas Heat Boxed Set: Three steamy standalone instalove romances featuring curvy heroines and possessive mafia men that plunge them into darkness.

He left to save lives half a world away. She waited for the one man she always dreamed of. McKenna I don’t remember the first time I saw Micah “Doc” Masters. Cowboy. Soldier. Doctor. He’s simply always been there— orbiting the outer edges of my world. I’ve loved him forever. Tall. Rugged. Gorgeous. His eyes aren’t just light. They’re the same marble blue as the endless Colorado sky that stretches beyond his sprawling ranch. Micah’s long absences over the years have only reinforced the ache in me whenever I see him again. As far as Doc’s concerned, I might as well have ...