In New Chapter, Chichón is about to graduate college and he’s taking some dramatic steps to ensure he has the best life. He’s so optimistic about his decisions that when he doesn’t get his dream job or even any job in his field, he’s thrown for a loop. This falls on the heels of not being drafted to a soccer team. What will he do now? He doesn't know, but he’s got the support of his friends, and even this man who keeps trying to date him. In Ferocious, Rafael is the top marketer at Frisien, but things are about to change with the entry of a villain or two into his life. He never ...

Some mistakes you bury. Others crawl under your skin and never let go. Jaxon Mercer was supposed to be my past. The stolen kiss. The fist that followed. The silence after. But now? He's here—cocky, dangerous, and looking at me like he already knows how this ends. I should shut him out. I should forget the way he used to make me feel. But when he's this close, breathing is hard enough, let alone thinking straight. Enemies. Ex-best friends. Rivals. Obsessions. I don't know what we are anymore. But I know I want him.

Abe Cooper is a triple threat. He's my best friend's father. He's the football coach at my high school. And he's a married man. His marriage is on the rocks and he could lose his job for the way he looks at me. I could lose my only friend in the world. I know I should stay away instead of flirt with him. But all the cons don't outweigh how I feel when I'm with him.

If there’s one thing I don’t need upsetting my quiet and comfortable routine in the small town of Darling, Montana, it’s newcomer Ash Alcott crash landing on my family’s ranch like some sort of blonde angel. I don’t need his flirting. Or his smile. I don’t need the way he makes me question whether or not I’m truly happy being alone at forty. I certainly don’t need to be giving him riding lessons or appreciating the meals he cooks for the ranch.

Some men ruin you slowly. Others break you all at once. Jace was never supposed to be in my life again. Not after what he did. Not after they took him away. But he's here, standing in my doorway with a smirk that makes my pulse trip and my gut clench. He needs a place to stay. I should slam the door in his face. Instead, I let him in. Enemies. Exiles. Rivals. Lovers? This isn't a love story. This is a disaster waiting to happen. And I can't wait for the impact.