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.

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.

Hattie Murton never dreamed of TV stardom. A straight-from-a-fairytale encounter with a casting agent somehow landed her a part on what she’d thought would be a one-off pilot for Leicester Square…

One unforgettable night left me pregnant by a mobster. Leo’s the type of man momma warned me about. The one that makes me lose all self-control. The night we met burned with stolen glances, a silent language understood by no other. His scent invaded my senses, beckoning me like a siren’s call. With eyes blazing with masculine strength and raw temptation, I needed to taste him. Back at his place, he snatched my soul with each thrust, leaving sweat dripping off every inch of my body. As I came down from the high, If he asked for my very being, I’d give it to him. Fearing the intense ...

I’m pregnant by a mafia Don and my father’s enemy. My father wants me dead for dishonoring the family. There’s no way I’m marrying the psychopath he picked. So I left them both looking stupid at the alter, and was on the next thing smoking. Now I bartend at the White Rabbit. A haven for Chicago’s infamous gangsters. That’s when I met Felix Carlisi. When he walks in, men instinctively check their guns, and women were ready to throw their panties at him. I should’ve stayed clear, but his deep voice was so hypnotic. He has the face of an angel, with the slick tongue of the devil ...

I was taken by him. That doesn’t mean I’m his… Discovering I’m pregnant should be one of the happiest days of my life. Especially since the loser sperm donor skipped town. Only my joy ends when a black bag is thrown over my head and I'm tossed into the trunk of a car. My scumbag father sold my unborn child to the Italian Mafia. And they’re looking to collect. Ha! Over my dead body. Cue Armando: mysterious, dangerous, extremely hot. And my jailer for the next nine months. He thinks I’m going to be a good little girl and sit around getting fat. He has no idea who he is dealing ...

I took a joyride with a mobster… And now there’s a bump in my belly. This guy oozes danger and testosterone. Race car driver, mobster, and the CEO of Royalty Rentals. The kingpin of speed in a city that never sleeps. And the son of a mafia Don. Emilio Fiore was built to command. Sleek, chiseled and abs on loan from God. But I’m no damsel waiting to be dominated. As a lawyer, I’m used to taming tyrants. Our connection’s instant, accelerating at high speed. Before I know it, we’re back at his place. But I’m not one to be tamed… Until he purrs in my ears like one of his high-...

Wherever I went, I heard it: the sound of a purring motorcycle behind me. They never bothered me or said a word. But I knew they were there because of him - Devlin McRae, the head of the local MC. Being followed all the time like this was disconcerting. And lately, the bikes had been getting closer, less secretive, more obvious. What would I do if Devlin ever caught me?

Stealing from a Mafia Don could cost me my life. The Heart of Italy: rumored to be crafted by the Gods, split in two and lost in time. Rafaele, a ruthless Mafia Don, possesses one-half, While learning his enemy, Fiero possesses the other. Now we’re tasked to steal it from him. But father, with a sleight of hand, snatched Rafaele’s first. This cost him his life. Now, to stay alive, I must finish the job by infiltrating Fiero’s world. He’s a kingpin as lethal as a viper, tatted with piercing hazel eyes, And a charm potent enough to relieve any woman of her heart and panties. I vowed ...

He's next in line to rule the Irish mob, and he’ll do anything to make me his. I’ve been sheltered from the dangers of my family’s criminal activity for most of my life, but when one mistake puts me in debt to the Irish, I have no choice but to accept responsibility and agree to their demands. As Declan MacKenzie’s fiancée. Rumors paint the notorious womanizer as ruthless, wicked and devastatingly handsome. But I don’t know what to believe. You see, I’ve actually run into the Irish mobster before. The Declan I met was intelligent, a fellow art lover, and undeniably gorgeous. ...

I witnessed a mob execution by the man I slept with…now I’m having his baby. At an elite charity gala, I clumsily bump into Matteo De Luca, baptizing his suit with champagne. Cool as a cucumber, He flashes his billion-dollar smile, leaving me wet as his shirt. The look of dominance and danger in his eyes is hypnotic. I know whatever he asks of me, he can get it. With the gift of gab, he teases my ears, Caressing my thoughts with mental foreplay. At his hotel, he shows me how a real man handles a woman’s body, Until gunfire interrupts our bliss, and he rushes out. He wanted me to stay,...

I betrayed him and yet he still saved me. Now I owe him more than I can afford to pay. Nico Allotini is not someone you mess with. His chiseled body was touched by the divine, but he’s no angel. With more power than I ever dreamed, He’s no longer the gentle lover I betrayed four years ago. He’s the brutal mafia boss, nicknamed “The Undertaker,” with a reputation for taking what he’s owed. But then he saves me from certain death, I owe him more than I can afford to pay. Until he offers me a contract. A dangerous, sinful contract. One that will make me his and only his. He needs ...

A one-night stand lands her in the middle of a mafia war. Rachael’s brand of innocence is as refreshing as it is alluring. Rarely do I meet someone who doesn’t know the Moran name. I’d love to keep her in the dark, but unfortunately my enemies have other plans. Let my little rabbit run. There’s nowhere she can go that I won’t follow, and not even a bullet is going to stop me. She’s mine to claim, mine to own, and mine to protect. A sexy stranger, one night of passion, no complications. That’s all Vonni was ever supposed to be. Now there’s no avoiding him, not even in my new ...