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I'm the unapproachable NHL captain with a reputation for chewing up reporters in interviews, forwards on the ice, and shutting down anyone who tries to get close to me. And that's how I like it—no feelings, no complications, and zero chance of reliving the grief I experienced when my wife passed away seven years ago. But sometimes the best laid plans go up in flames, and that's exactly what Collins Mackenzie does when she strolls into a bar one post-game night and gives me a taste of the cold shoulder I've bestowed on all those around me.

Juniper Bean has big plans for her writing career. Swoony kisses, sigh-inducing happily ever afters—she’s going to write them all. There’s just one problem: she can’t seem to stop killing off her main characters. After accepting that a genre change is in order, Juniper sets out to do some research. What’s the best way to carry a dead body? How exactly does one pick a lock? Juniper is going to find out—with the unwilling help of her new roommate, Aiden.

How to complicate your rookie season in the NHL: fake date your former college rival and now teammate's ex-girlfriend. It's a bad idea, and I know it, especially since Kendra Hart has had a hold over me since our freshman year of college. She has no idea how I feel, and I have zero control over my mouth when her life goes up in smoke and she needs a friend, along with a place to stay. My coach, who also happens to be my stepdad, is warning me to stay away not only for the team's sake but to spare me from getting hurt. I should probably listen to his advice.

Phoenix Park is the man I fantasize about...hitting with my car, that is. He's rich. He's sexy. He's the absolute worst. But after I fall prey to an internet scam and lose every last penny in my account (please don’t ask), it’s Phoenix who swoops in with an offer I can’t refuse. I’ll marry him for the summer so he can inherit the family company from his dying grandmother, and in return, he’ll drop a hefty sum of money into my bank account.

My packing list is all well and good for a quick port excursion as part of my family’s Christmas cruise. But when the cruise ship leaves me behind, with only the contents of my bag and my brother’s best friend to keep me company? Well, I’ve got problems—especially since I'm going to run out of medicine soon. And I don’t think they make sunscreen strong enough to block the sparks that are growing between Beckett and me.

They think my greatest gift is my ability on the ice. But they're wrong. I've been hailed as the guy who has it all when it comes to hockey. Powerful people have invested their time and money, determined to turn my potential into their reality. The most influential of those people? Graham Jenkins, former NHL player and the General Manager of the Dallas Destroyers. The second he set eyes on me in the little leagues, he piled all his resources into my success. And when the Destroyers were awarded the first-round draft pick, he didn't hesitate to snap me up.

She can't stand me. She also thinks she's got me all worked out. My Princess is determined to stay as far away from me as possible. Eighteen months ago, she wanted me, but now, she's convinced I'm bad news. The thing is an attraction like ours doesn't just fade, and my need for her has only grown stronger no matter how many times she offers me a scowl instead of her beautiful smile. We've been playing a game of cat and mouse since the day she wore my jersey, and fortunately for her, I love the chase.

Apparently, she loved me, but that still didn't stop her from doing what she did. And frankly, I'm done with relationships, and I'm done with searching for love when it has no interest in finding me. After the hit I took last season, I plan to focus on rehabilitation and getting my mind back into the game I've loved for so many years. I don't need distractions, and I don't need another woman in my bed or my head. I've got enough complications to last me a lifetime.

I don’t have a diary, I have a pen pal: a Parisian girl named Noel who knows my deepest, darkest secrets. And now that I've finally graduated, it’s time to go meet her. Paris, here I come! Except… something isn’t quite right in the City of Love. Because my first thought when I see Noel? That’s not a girl. Nope, apparently Noel is a guy. That’s right: a guy. An attractive guy, with tattoos and green eyes that seem to see right through me. Who is this, and what on earth is going on?

My whole life, I've come out on top. One of the finest players ever to grace the NHL? Check. Most prolific playboy with an enviable reputation between the sheets? Check. Award for the cockiest athlete in America? Also, check, and well deserved I'd say. So why does my life feel anything but the perfect image I project? And why won't the one woman who came crashing into my life and knocked me on my six-foot-four a-s take me seriously?

A recluse discovers that what he endured and survived was orchestrated by one evil man. With nothing left to lose, Zachary wakes up and chooses vengeance. Charlotte Simmons may pretend to be innocent, but everything she has was bought with money made from my suffering. I intend to uncover her family's sins and expose them to the world.

I didn't believe I had a twin until I met Ashlee and saw myself in the eyes of her daughter. I was adopted. I understand why someone might seek out their biological parents, but I'm not her daughter's father. I shouldn't be the one caring for her after a car accident. This attraction between us is something I shouldn't act on. She's not mine. Her daughter isn't either. I've located the man Ashlee came looking for, but introducing her to him could endanger us all. Falling in love with the mother of my twin's child would be a mistake, but I can't stay away.

Heidi Lucy has a secret—a big one. A scary, dangerous, ugly one. There’s just one problem: thanks to a mysterious head wound, she can’t seem to remember what that secret is. In order to regain her lost memories, Heidi sets out to retrace her steps—followed grudgingly by Soren, a faithful patron of her little bookshop and the less-than-thrilled recipient of the cryptic voicemail she can’t remember leaving. But her journey gets derailed when one of Heidi’s customers drops dead in the middle of her shop, and it isn’t long before both Heidi and Soren come under suspicion.

Am I single? Yes. Am I ready to mingle? Not even kind of—especially now that I have my son to think about. My dating track record speaks for itself, and it is not pretty. It's a good thing I accidentally moved into a retirement community where all the guys are thirty years older than me. But now the new complex manager—the young, attractive complex manager—has realized I'm not supposed to live here, and he's trying to kick me out.

Samantha Quinn: Baseball lover. Plant mama. Eternal friend zone dweller. I know exactly three things: 1) My heart will forever belong to my best friend, Carter. 2) Carter's heart will never belong to me. 3) I will therefore die alone, surrounded by my houseplants, probably old and grouchy like my eighty-two-year-old landlady, Winifred. But now Carter's cousin wants my help planning her wedding, while Carter wants my help stopping it.

Do I want to move in with my ex-fiancé? No. But will it probably end up being a good thing? Also no. Because the truth is, I'm still in love with Jude Anthony. It doesn't matter that it's been years since we've spoken or that he was the one who walked out on me. It's hard to stay mad when I understand why he did what he did. But I need a place to stay, at least until I can find something new. So I'll keep my walls up, keep my distance, and everything will be fine. I'm sure Jude doesn't have feelings for me anymore, so there's nothing to worry about. My heart is perfectly safe.