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My life couldn’t get any more ridiculous. A few days ago, my son’s teacher wanted to berate me on my parenting style. I politely told her to f--k off, in so many words. And now? She’s sitting across the table from me at my first blind date in years. You can’t make this s--t up. Nothing has been easy since my wife left me and Hunter years ago. And yet, we persevered. He’s my whole world, and the last thing I have time for is a woman.

New York is auctioning off hot rich guys. The most eligible billionaire bachelors in the city have offered themselves up for an entire weekend away with some lucky girl. Brother. I’m far too broke to afford to play this game, but I’m not interested anyway.

You can’t just use a girl and ghost her. But this guy did. My roommate has some hot jerk lead her on and break her heart, but what he doesn’t count on is me. I’m tired of seeing her hurt, so it’s my turn to play ball with his heart. This guy is going to fall in love with me and then poof—I’ll leave him dizzy in love and wondering how he’ll survive without me. The jerk needs a taste of his own medicine. The only problem? Holy hell is he fine. Like drool and stare fine. Of course he’s not just any regular dude. He’s gotta be rich, talented, and swoony. I’m in trouble. I ...

I’m thinking it’s finally got to be my turn. I've got no man and no money. Nothing but a personality and a smile. But maybe that's enough this time. The richest guy in New York is looking for a secretary, and lucky for me, he’s young and as hot as sin. Too bad he’s an alpha asshole rich boy who’s stuck on himself. Nothing I do is right. Throw in a crazy ex and a father that can’t stand anything that breathes in his personal space, and I. Am. Out. He can find someone else to take notes and get his coffee. I’m fine being broke and single. I’ve gotten good at it.

Get married. Have a child. These are the only two rules to get my inheritance. Neither of which I want. My billionaire life doesn’t play well with either idea. But no one asked me. My father’s company is up for grabs, and whichever of my brothers makes it to the finish line first wins. In no time, I’ve found the perfect woman to play my fake fiancée, while I figure things out. Beautiful. Smart. Strong. Everything I crave in a relationship and more. But there’s a problem. She’s got a past I can’t ignore.

Schools that routinely fail Black boys are not extraordinary. In fact, they are all-too ordinary. If we are to succeed in positively shifting outcomes for Black boys and young men, we must first change the way school is “done.” That’s where the eight in ten teachers who are White women fit in . . . and this urgently needed resource is made specifically for them as a way to help them understand, respect and connect with all of their students.

Last I checked, love wasn’t on the menu. Who needs it. Expectations with a side of white picket fence? Pass. My wife is my career. I treat her well and reap the rewards. You don’t get to be a hotshot lawyer with my reputation with a ball and chain. It’s simple math. So is lending a hand to someone who needs it. Like my friend’s sister, who’s down on her luck and in need of a second chance. Lucky for her, I’m in a position to give it. And I’m down for other positions too… if she’s willing to try them. She’s temptation and I’m the sucker. There’s so much more to her ...

We woke up the next morning with more than we bargained for - wedding rings. Too bad I don’t believe in true love. I’d feel bad about it, but she’s got a strong opinion of me too. I’m a perpetual bachelor from her perspective. Crazily enough, this could work out for both of us. I need someone to keep my traditional Greek family from nagging me about settling down, and she could use some cash for reasons she doesn’t want to share. I know a good deal when I see one. And if she wants to end up in my bed all over again, all the better.

Bethany had one more year of school left, and once again, poverty struck hard. The only option would be to encourage her mother to marry her new boyfriend Kent, a billionaire tycoon in the world of accounting. Mom is more than happy to move the wedding date up, and Bethany's soon-to-be-stepfather is willing to pay for her schooling - on one condition: she works for his firm as an intern throughout the next year. She agrees without hesitation, but little does she know that Kent's oldest son, Damon, is the CFO.

Bethany and Damon have finally come together and made their relationship known to their families. It's time for the wedding of their parents, and excitement is in the air. A four-day trip to Jamaica is exactly what everyone needs. Erica Hall, Kent's chief advertising officer, was invited to join the fun, and she has her eye on Matthew, Damon's timid younger brother. Come witness the start of their relationship and the igniting of a hot new romance.

An unfortunate side effect of "taking a break" is the relief that Bethany didn't expect to feel. With her master's program having started, her teaching assistant job going well, and her workload at M&B, she's grateful to take one thing off her plate, but that relief doesn't last too long. A new woman has joined the firm, one of Damon's old flames. She's sugary sweet on the outside, but just below the surface lies a home-wrecker. One with her eye on a certain alpha billionaire.

New Year? New you. Nope… screw resolutions. I’ve got too much of the past to make up for to look toward the future. This New Year’s Eve is all about proving myself. But I won’t be able to do it alone. I need her. The sexy, hardcore musician who knows everyone. This beauty has the power to bring in the crowds to make my event a hit. I’m not using her. Not exactly. She’s a punk temptress on stage, but offstage? She might be the kind of girl you take home to Mom and Dad. But not my parents. Some say my greatest ancestors invented the wheel. Try living up to that. But this New ...

My ex-love affair just showed up again, now as my boss. He’s the last person I want in my life. Namely because I’ve been hiding a secret from him. My kiddo. His kiddo. Ours. This possessive alpha male is impossible to pleasure and hot as sin. Being a billionaire, he decided to buy up the tax firm I’m at the top of the ladder with. So now I answer to him. And of course, he’s cocky enough to make immediate changes during our busiest time of the year.

I should have known I’d run into him eventually. But at our friend’s wedding with nowhere to hide? Ugh. I wish he didn’t look so good in a suit. Or board shorts. And come on. Nobody looks good in board shorts. But he does. Double ugh. And triple trouble. We had our shot when we were young and in love, and what did he do? He chose my ex best friend instead. The kicker? She’s at the wedding too, and like always, she has ulterior motives. He’s also a single dad. Guess who his baby momma is? You got it. The ex best friend. After all that you’d think I’d know when to turn tail and ...

A woman in the business of love that’s never been in a real relationship. Check. That’s me. Nessa Night. Now I know what you’re thinking. That sounds like a stripper name. Hold up. Let me explain. It’s my radio talk-show name. My incognito way of helping the world love deeper and more often. Though my love life is like a 10-year-old fall leaf trapped between the pages of an old journal.

He’s moody, stubborn, and quite possibly the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen quite a few, but this one...I’ve been watching him since freshman year of college. Word on the street is that he thinks women are too needy, too catty, and overall pains in the butt. He’s about to meet his match.

I’m in love with the wrong girl. Our fathers were arch enemies in business. Hate was the center of their wicked relationship. Not only that, but she’s my best friend’s little sister. The cards couldn’t be more stacked against us. One I’m counting on to hold steady. If I wasn’t married at 35, then this beautiful girl would become my bride. But her career is more important. I’m a billionaire, so I get it. There’s only so much a man can take, though. Best of luck to her in her journey. Fate isn’t so friendly, though. She’s carrying a secret. My baby.

Never in a million years did I expect to fall in love. Let alone with her. My favorite childhood enemy. This girl used to make my blood boil just by walking in the room. Now she does other things to me with nothing more than a look. And it’s making me want more than the tense passion we keep doing nothing about. I’ll break down her walls and show her a side of me she’s never seen. One that will steal her breath and hold her heart hostage. It’s my first time to entertain the idea of forever, but she leaves me no choice.

I usually follow the rules, but with this girl in the office, it’s too easy to slip. The first time I see her, all I notice is perfection. Curves poured into a silhouette that threatens to choke me. A smile that could melt my cold heart. I hire her on the spot. After that, I call the shots in the office—and the bedroom. And all this time? I thought we were on the same page. Turns out she had ulterior motives. My past has caught up to me in the worst way. You see, my girl has been keeping a very big secret from me. He has my eyes and my attitude, and I never knew he existed. Now that I ...

She’s completely off limits, or so I’m told. My best friend’s little sister. Hot, curvy, and soon to be mine. And to say the least, she’s fiery mad. Her brother is willing to sell out their family business to me, and he’s right for doing it. I’m a billionaire. Hello. Little did I know that this beautiful vixen is about to jack my world up. There’s one trinket I want most in the world for my collection, and guess who just bought it? Right. Her.