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.

A disturbing tale of a young man's uncanny ability to remain both young and beautiful while descending into a life of heartless debauchery, The Picture of Dorian Gray was considered proof of both Wilde's genius and his perversion. Oscar Wilde's scandalous best seller of 1891 was one of the most damning pieces of evidence used against him in the trial that brought about his downfall.

Kyran Harbor is everything I'm not. Rich. Popular. A superstar football player who's awfully broody for someone who has it all. Basically, he's a preppy jock who hates me. Oh, and he's also my stepbrother. That's right. We're stuck together, sharing a school, a house, a bathroom. Honestly I wouldn't care if he wasn't such an uptight control freak who messes with me just because we're different. I had every intention of avoiding him when we got to college. Until abrupt misfortune forces us both into a compromising position.

Best-selling authors Sarina Bowen & Elle Kennedy return with their first Male/Male romance in 3 years. LobsterShorts, 21. Jock. Secretly a science geek. Hot AF. SinnerThree, 21. Finance major. Secretly a male dancer. Hot AF. LobsterShorts: So. Here goes. For her birthday, my girlfriend wants…a threesome. SinnerThree: Then you’ve come to the right hookup app. LobsterShorts: Have you done this sort of thing before? With another guy? SinnerThree: All the time. I’m an equal opportunity player. You? LobsterShorts: [crickets!]

I cross the tracks every day for one reason - to graduate from this school and get into the Ivy League. I'm not ashamed of where I come from, my family, or how everyone at Marymount thinks my skirts are too short and my lipstick is too red. Clay Collins and her friends have always turned up their noses at me. The witch with her beautiful skin, clean shoes, and rich parents who torments me daily and thinks I won't fight back. At least not until I get her alone and find out she's hiding so much more than just what's underneath those pretty clothes.

Parker knew her life would change when she came out as a trans woman. But she never expected to be forced into an arranged marriage. Years ago, her parents made a deal with a crime family — the hand of their first-born daughter for the money to expand their business. They were a young couple. Already with one child, and a daughter on the way. But when that pregnancy ended in miscarriage — when they could never conceive again — it seemed they would never fulfill their end of the bargain. That changed when Parker told them her secret. Now, Parker is being forced to go on a date with a ...

He's my best friend. We love each other. How hard can it be to convince mom and dad that we're actually in love… And that he's a girl. "I've already found the right girl." As soon as the words slip away from me, I know what a terrible mistake I've made. But I'm so sick of all these blind dates that mom and dad keep setting up for me. All because they want me to find a girl and finally move out. I rack my brain to think of some way out of the mess I created, and that's when I think of Sai. He's my best friend. He'll do anything for me. And he looks so much like a woman that no one would ...

I've been in love with him for nearly twenty years, but I've always hidden it. Just like I've hidden my true self. But when I find out he's coming to my town, I know this is my chance. He doesn't know this version of me—the real me. So when I walk up to him wearing a dress and with my long hair done perfectly, he doesn't recognize me. And when his eyes drift down my body, I know I've got him. Just like I planned. I've been heart-broken and alone since he walked out the door. He never gave me the chance to tell him the way I felt, and I've never forgiven him for that. Now, I'm going to ...

Matthew needs a new administrative assistant to replace the one he just fired. He doesn’t realize he’s the perfect woman for the job. He’s well known around the company. Matthew Lands. Head of Accounting. Womanizer. Sexual Harasser. When he fires his pregnant assistant, it’s the final straw. Someone should put him in his place. For good. There’s one person who has the powers to do it. One person who’s had enough. One person who thinks Matthew needs to be transformed into a brand new person. The changes are gradual. Panties instead of boxers. Wedge heels instead of wingtips. They...

Sundays are Anthony's day to be himself. To be the woman he hides from everyone else. To be normal. When he's forced off the side of the road, though, everything changes. As soon as he sees the man rushing to the side of his wrecked car, Anthony's heart races. And not just because this man could discover his secret. When he feels his touch, Anthony's body feels like it could explode. And when the man insists on seeing him again—insists on a date—Anthony knows that he has to say no. He can't let this man into his life. He has too much to lose. But would one date really be that bad?

I'm at rock bottom. I have no job, and I found my girlfriend cheating on me in our own bed. Even after kicking her out, everything in the apartment still reminds me of her, and I swear I'll never make the mistake of falling in love again. When I find out about the house I've inherited, I don't hesitate to leave everything in the city behind. It's finally my chance to start over. A chance to build a whole new life from scratch. But Aunt Nora's house isn't as nice as I remember. In fact, it's almost unlivable. But it's all I have, so I'm determined to fix it up. No matter what. As I slowly ...

Being forced into witness protection could be Henry's chance at a new life—a life as Jessica. But that's only if the mafia doesn't find him. Henry was all alone on the street. Until the terrified man ran around the corner. Until the SUV roared up and opened fire. Now he's the only witness to a murder, and the city's two most powerful crime organizations are desperate to get to him before he can testify. The police immediately place him in their witness protection program. Whisking him away to a new city where no one will find him. Where no one knows him. A place where he can be himself, ...

Waking up with a strange man standing over me should be terrifying, but I’m not scared until he threatens to call the police. I’m at my limit. I have no money, no car, no place to live. But it’s all worth it to get away from my ex. A chill runs through me when I imagine what he would do if he caught me now. Then I meet Sean. When he says I can stay with him with no strings attached, I believe him. When he tells me he can keep me safe, I trust him. But I have a secret. Something I had to bury so deep that only a few people know it. Sean makes me so comfortable, I want to show him. I ...

I thought I was alone. I thought no one would catch me. I'm by myself in people's houses all the time. They trust me. And I've never violated that. But when I see the dress hanging in the closet, I have to try it on. Who would ever find out? I gasp when I see myself in the mirror. The dress hugs every inch of me. I spin from left to right just to feel it move with me. I walk to the window and imagine I'm a woman who lives in this penthouse, rather than the man who was hired to sell it. It's so easy to get lost in the moment. But when I hear his voice behind me, everything crashes down. My ...

“Is this your makeup in the bathroom?” My heart stops. I deny it. But she knows it’s mine. I've asked her out so many times, but each time she's told me no. Until now. After our dinner, I press my luck. Maybe just one drink back at my apartment? It's my only shot. And now it’s over because I didn’t hide my makeup. She’s going to storm out, and I’ll never see her again. But she doesn’t leave. She goes to my bedroom. When she comes out, she’s holding a dress. My dress. “I want you to wear this for me.” My mouth is dry, and my whole body is trembling. I can’t do this. I...