Kate Aster

Are some mistakes destined to be repeated? The West Point graduate I foolishly hooked up with one night in New York City has transformed into a hardened warrior-an Army Ranger and twice the panty-melting heartthrob he was back then.

Desperate to save her coffeehouse from ruin, the last thing Leia Bellamy needs in her life is a man . . . especially when it's the same one who deserted her after their shotgun wedding when she was twenty years old....

When former Navy SEAL Maddox Kerry sweeps Bridget Needham off her feet, slips a ring on her finger, and talks about "forever," her life should be a fairy tale romance. But a mysterious envelope hidden away in a wall threatens to shatter Bridget's happily ever after....

As the young widow of a soldier, the sister of a Navy SEAL commander, and the business partner of a handful of tempting SEALs, Becca Shey-Corridan knows all too well that those sexy-as-sin uniforms can come with a lot of heartache. Now, she prefers a simpler life....

Bridget Needham knows first-hand how a Special Ops man can shatter a girl's heart. She's still kicking herself over the one that got away after watching him propose to someone else....

Twenty-four-year-old Bess Foster has a three-year-old daughter she cherishes, friends she adores, and an Army Ranger she's been fantasizing about for nearly four years....

Lieutenant Commander Mick Riley, a member of the fabled SEAL Team Six, can't pull his eyes from Lacey Owens at the funeral of his mentor....

Desperate to shake herself free from the humiliation of a very public divorce, TV financial correspondent Vi Owens makes a deal with a Navy SEAL commander....

When Maeve said goodbye to Jack 8 years ago after a weekend fling, she never expected that he'd return to her life and wind up the best man in the wedding of her friends....

Intoxicating smile. Sculpted arms. To-die-for eight-pack. And enough medals on his uniform to set off airport security from a mile away. He doesn't resemble the kid who shared my tree house with me, along with every perfect memory of my childhood....

Stein Adler: The first time I saw him, he was splitting logs like my filthiest lumberjack fantasy. A Delta Force hero with a heart of gold . . . hidden behind pecs that should be sculpted in marble....

Mason Adler: Hot. Cocky. Sugarcoated Bad Boy. The type of man who knocks the big "O" clear to the front of the alphabet every time. That's Mason. My best friend. For me, he's off limits....

There's a hot billionaire in the carpool line that has every mom putting on her lipstick before she drops her kid off to school. Me included. But I can't be tempted by a body hewn from granite or eyes that could melt the polar ice caps...because that hot billionaire is also my boss, Ryan Sheridan.

I'm a SEAL. Women toss sex at me like it's free candy in a Fourth of July parade. But I'm tired of hook-ups, short-term relationships, and mindless, hedonistic sexual encounters.

Since graduating from college, I've been juggling two jobs while fostering abandoned dogs, with my sights set on opening a rescue kennel. I'll do whatever it takes to succeed, even if it means fighting back my cravings for the man who's been fueling my fantasies since I got my first taste of him.

Matchmaker Freya Hansen-Adler is at it again, and this time, it will take apple pie and an adorable rescue dog to help her make a perfect match of her friends, Millie and Dax.

When matchmaker Freya Hansen-Adler is inspired by the holiday spirit, she'll stop at nothing to see former Navy SEAL Harris and single mom Ava get the happily ever after they deserve . . .

FUBAR. The day my life fell apart, I was introduced to this term. It's comforting to know there's one word that completely defines my life. Go ahead. Look it up. And right next to the term, you might see a picture of me as the example.

"A Ranger, a pilot, and a doctor walk into a bar . . . " That was pretty much my life in Hawai'i until my two brothers got married. Now I'm the last man standing. Not a problem. With an eight-pack and a Bronze Star, I'm not exactly lacking company in my waterfront condo on Mauna Kea Beach.

Yep. Cocky? Arrogant? Player? That's generally the impression I like to give women. Outside of my eight-pack and medals for valor, when it comes to women’s expectations of me . . . I try to keep the bar low enough so that I can roll over it. Until Kaila comes along.