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They call her the Black Widow. A pop star. A tabloid tragedy. A girl who set the world on fire―and got burned in return. But Sloane Walker doesn't care. She's survived worse―like the ex who tried to kill her and the fans who blamed her for surviving. These days, she's armor and eyeliner, singing songs that hurt and pretending they don't. She's halfway through a sold-out tour and dangerously close to unraveling when a meet-and-greet throws her into the path of Mateo Sylvester―a rising star quarterback with a devastating smile and a grandmother who's Sloane’s biggest fan.

Eliana Haros has hit rock bottom. She's had to move back home with her parents and navigate life again at twenty-three. To make matters worse, they give her an ultimatum: either find a job and move out or go back to college and get a different degree at the University they're professors at. With time running out, Eliana has no choice but to enroll and hope she doesn't bump into them.

Clementine Leon's summer plans are ruined. Not only was her study abroad trip canceled at the last second, but now she's stuck in her college town. With her parents overseas, she's out of luck, and the clock's ticking. That's when Clementine's best friend agrees to let her crash at her house-until she can figure something out. Then she meets him. Arlo Santos. Almost twenty years her senior, devilishly good looking, knows how to wear a golden necklace . . . and her best friend's dad. Living under his roof for the summer just got a whole lot hotter.

My vampire boyfriend is acting strange. Is it the seven-month itch? We've passed that milestone, but maybe our relationship has become routine. My best friend thinks I should spice things up. That might be easy for a half-siren, but I'm a witch. I can master spells, not seduction. My awkward attempt proves it. I'll stick to dancing in clubs rather than my bedroom. Although Diego claims nothing's wrong with us, he's still distant. He's keeping something from me, but what? Then I learn his gorgeous ex is in Salem, and she wants him back. Vamp, please. You had your chance.

A delusional dragon shifter thinks I need his help. Ha. I'm a detective. Why would I need help from an exotic dancer on a case that involves dark magic? We're searching for demons, not dollars. Lucas is persistent, as if he's burned his brain flying too close to the sun. But I don't need this scaly shifter's help solving crimes. Or his all-too-personal attention.

Oakley Farrow is your typical high school senior. He stays up late, cramming for finals. He has impossible deadlines to meet. He worries about his future as graduation lurks just around the corner. He has to defend himself from his abusive uncle. He has to keep his sister safe. He has to survive the constant torture from his bully, Asher Brooks—the seemingly arrogant and cruel star quarterback. Okay… so maybe not your typical high school senior.

Brody Kellerman has a plan. First, become the best defenseman in professional hockey. Second, get over his ex-boyfriend so he can focus on his game. Hooking up with the singer at his buddy's wedding was the perfect solution, but it was never meant to be more than a one-night stand. Seamus Murry has never planned a thing in his life, including hooking up with a smoking-hot hockey player. Being ghosted sucks, but at least one good thing came from it—the breakout hit song of the summer. Now he's one of country music's brightest stars, but one slip-up might cost him his career.

If there's one rule every pro-baller knows, it's to avoid the press like the plague. That doesn't stop Johnathan "Tuck" Tucker, the Rose City Roasters' second baseman with a heart of gold (and a hard-on for carbs), from hooking up with Portland's hot-shot sports journalist one summer evening. What starts as a one night stand quickly spirals into a series of steamy hook-ups between Tucker and the vegan-ish blond in khakis he can't resist. Getting involved with "the enemy" probably isn't the best idea, but a casual situationship couldn't hurt, right?