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.

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.

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.

We're not free to give into this. She's 19, and I'm 38. And I'm her boyfriend's father. Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.

Eight years ago I fell into a secret summer fling with my best friend’s little sister before our lives went in different directions. Now, I’m the grumpy to Juliet’s sunshine on a popular dating podcast we host, and when a wealthy fan gives us a charming coastal cottage as the biggest thank you ever, we head to the town where I grew up to give it a makeover. And find the house has only one bed. Located under a mirrored ceiling.

Ten years ago, Sage was too damn young for my darkness, so I put up a wall. It worked—until the day it didn't. Being with her wasn't supposed to rock my world, but it sure as hell did. The last thing I planned to do was move back to Texas and the secrets I left behind. But all debts must be paid, and I owed a big one.

The band Raining Chaos is about to live their dream. Having devoted every minute to getting their big break. Now that they are about to have everything they’ve dreamed of they learn fame and fortune comes with a price, and it's all in how you deal with it that makes the journey worthwhile. Chaos is told by the record company that their songs aren’t cutting it anymore and they’re sending a songwriter. Yeah, that goes over well—not—until she shows up.

Jackson Stone is hot-like burn-down-buildings kind of hot. He's also my brother's best friend, and the memory of one kiss with him years ago still might get to me. Maybe. But, I am not looking for a second chance. When I return to the small town of Stolen Hearts Valley, my life is a hot mess. I'm a few bucks shy of broke with nowhere else to go. My heart's battered and bruised, and when it comes to romance, the door is nailed shut. But Jackson's the kind of man women ruin panties over. Oh, and he's my roommate. Talk about too close for comfort.

Have you ever felt such a pull to one person that you cannot control yourself around them? Just one mention of their name and a fire ignites deep within? Well I, Sloan Barton, had that connection... with my brother's best friend. You see, I was in love with Wesley King long before I ever knew what love was. Always tagging along, admiring him from afar. Until one day, he loved me back. Except I found out he wasn't mine first and because of that, I had no choice but to let him go.

I know better than to get involved with celebrities. Especially a Rock God like Sebastian Kane. A man who knows how to make the ladies scream, as evidenced by the leak of his recent sex tape. Which leads to my problem . . . I'm the girl in the video with him. Grief will make you do crazy things. After all, I'm the smart girl, the good girl, not the rebel. But now I'm face to face with the one man I was never supposed to see again. A man with a gorgeous dark smile and even darker secrets.

Life was going well for me. I was on the right track: captain of the soccer team, grades were passing, and I had the respect of my team. Girls threw themselves at me. Then I saw her . . . Something about her drew me in. In her eyes, I could see the fight she had within herself . . . and I wanted to be there for her. Nothing else seemed to matter but the dark-haired, beautiful girl I couldn't stay away from.

It was supposed to be a two-week arrangement that ended when the vacation did. Only Kincaid Maxwell is a greedy bastard; enough is never enough for him. After he's demanded my body, soul, and heart, he wants to own me. As much as I want to give him everything he wants, my past demands that I leave Kincaid alone. Because of my vows, I have no choice but to order him out of my life. Only, the nights in his bed aren't that easy to forget. Nor are they something that I will ever regret.

I wasn't prepared for Delilah Taylor. Settling down was never on my radar. Almost getting caught with my mouth and hands on her body were definitely not in my plans. Now that I've had a taste of her, I'm rethinking every single f*cking thing.

At eight, he gave me roses. At fifteen, he gave me butterflies, and at seventeen, he gave me sanctuary. I wasn't a damsel in distress. He wasn't Prince Charming waiting to whisk me off my feet. We didn't meet by chance. He's been part of my life for years, and for most of that time, I've been under his spell.

As president of my MC, I've always had to hide a part of who I am. I was fine with that until he walked into my life. Now, I can't shove that half of myself into the dark anymore. My club won't understand and the woman I want definitely won't get it, but what choice do I have? I want them both and I'm done with not taking what I want. Yeah, I'm savage enough to screw the rules to get what I want and I want them. Both of them—and I won't settle for less. You can't control who you love but sometimes, it's savage enough to make its own heat.

This was my summer to get away from it all. Live like a hermit. Fix up my family's vacation home. Until Ella arrived. My infuriating neighbor has returned for beach season. Ever since our families bought summer homes next to each other, that was the beginning of our neighbor war. Now I have to see her every. single. day. When I let it slip that I'm making a few home improvements, she jumps at the chance to help. She's an interior designer who needs work. I'm a man who loathes shopping. Any mention of the words color palette makes me want to break out in hives.

It began with a stolen almost-kiss. And ended in revenge. She was never supposed to cross my path. She was never supposed to know about the oaths I swore or the secrets I keep. But like a thief in the night, she took my heart and ran… even if she wasn't mine to possess. As a member of the billionaire Elite, I live by simple tenets. A gentleman above all. Loyalty is everything.. Secrets whispered are never revealed. And power is king.

When my chiseled-by-God boss calls me to his office, I think I'm about to get fired. But instead, CEO Bryce Hollis proposes. Marry him for six months, fix his playboy reputation so he won't lose his company, and collect a giant bag of cash. I'm game. How hard could it be? Answer: very. Because from the moment he kisses me at our fake wedding, I know my V-card won't last long. Neither will the wall I built around my heart. When two pink lines show up on the pregnancy test stick, I'm toast. Because I want more than just pretend from Bryce. I want him to love me—and our baby—for real.

Seraphina Moretti is half in love with her best friend's brother. An arranged marriage is in her future, and the groom is not the object of her affection. But then the devil of Wall Street whispers in her ear. Telling her to follow her heart, that the unrequited love she's feeling is reciprocated. She just needs to use a ploy as old as time—jealousy.

Max Troika never thought he’d be the alpha of his pack. That was his older brother’s fate. Assassinations have a way of ruining everything. Including who Max can take as a mate. It sure isn’t the cute and curvy librarian inspiring his dirtiest dream every night. Galyna has it bad for the guy she never thought a chubby librarian like her could ever win over. Now, he's got all the hots for her too. But there's something strange about Max. No… it must be her imaginations and all those paranormal romance novels.