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I was living a nightmare of my own making. My life had been erased. My past rewritten. My name changed. I had nothing from my previous life. I was no longer Bridget Keller. I was promised federal protection. I was promised a new life. I was promised I would be safe. As it turned out, I wasn’t and I only had one place to run—back to Theo Jackson and his painfilled brown eyes, menacing demeanor, and indescribable kindness. To the man I had no business falling in love with yet I had.

Valentine Malone fell into my life…correction, I fell into his in the aisle of a grocery store. I fell, not in love, but literally into him right before I stumbled into a display rack of parmesan cheese. Our second run-in had me on the floor slipping and sliding in broken party tubs of margarita mix. And if the first two encounters weren’t embarrassing enough, the third left nothing to the imagination when I walked in on Hot Cop in all his magnificent glory in the shower. Not exactly the meet cute I’d always dreamed of.

An overprotective law man meets a feisty red head in a friends to lovers protector romance. He lives to enforce the law. But he’ll break every rule to protect her. Nick Clark: A killer has resurfaced, and I’ll break every rule in the book to protect beautiful, scarred Meadow. Because I’ve done the most dangerous, most distracting thing an agent can do. I’ve fallen for her. Meadow Holiday: I don’t believe in fairy tales. Not after an attack left me a half a woman. But when Nick swears to protect me from my worst nightmare, his charm cracks my resolve to guard myself.

The day Shane boarded the plane for basic training, I was happy for him. He escaped a life we both despised. Then he was killed in action before I had the chance to tell him I loved him. Now I write letters he'll never read. Talk to a cold gravestone, heard only by the wind...and maybe that guy in a baseball cap I only glimpse before he disappears.

When the 707 is assigned to extract a journalist embedded in a deadly terrorist cell, Levi can't believe the face looking back at him from the SITREP file. He's rescuing the same woman who shredded his soul. Worse, she's no longer the naive teenager she pretended to be. She's something far more dangerous. Blake Porter's heart rate spikes when she recognizes the voice behind her rescuer's black mask. Levi, the high school love who abandoned their perfect relationship without a word of explanation. It's all she can do not to blow her cover and reveal the real reason she's in Yemen.

Nolan Clark is the last man standing. While he is happy his teammates have found love, he's even happier to be single. But fate is a funny thing. When a one-night stand turns into a friends with benefits agreement, he starts to question why he's holding the beautiful Reagan at arm's length. Nolan Clark should've been off-limits. He's my closest friend's teammate and a man that I'm not prepared for. I lied and told him I understood he'd never offer me a white picket fence and jumped straight into bed when he offered me the only thing he could...sex.

The moment Jasper Walker hears Emily Jenkins's sultry voice, it's like a punch to the gut. An instant and heated reaction that winds its way through his heart and warms his skin. Then he hears the one word capable of breaking that electrifying connection: "son." That one word rocks his world sideways, triggering his "hell no" reaction - for reasons he keeps imprisoned in the darkest corner of his soul. When their lives collide, Jasper discovers there's more to this black-haired beauty than meets the eye. And he finds himself willing to risk everything to save Emily and her child.

Tatiana Jones is no stranger to the battlefield. One look at her scarred flesh tells the tales of her time in captivity. But it’s not only her skin that bears the marks of her failures; doubt and a healthy dose of cynicism now cloud her vision. She has also mastered the fine art of deception. In her line of work it is a necessity.

A no-strings kinda guy and a forever kinda woman… what could go wrong? I had a stalker and I knew just who to ask for help—Detective Dalton Neary. My own personal Prince Charming. The problem was, he turned out not to be so charming, at least not in the forever kind of way I was looking for. He was a good-time guy with a sexy smile and a goat game that should be illegal. But not the man for me. I should’ve told her no. I had no business playing bodyguard to a woman I’d spent months trying to keep my hands off of. But I couldn't fight the pull of Vanessa Hale.

I was not prepared for the man who showed up at my bookstore. River Kent was tall—so damn tall, good-looking, so damn hot he took my breath, crystal blue eyes, so damn captivating I couldn’t look away. But mostly, he was a bossy, straightforward, tell-no-lies type of man. Which didn’t work for me, since I’d been lying through my teeth for years denying my true feelings. More than that, I was not prepared to face River months after my sister had been murdered. I wasn’t ready to deal with the knowledge that she was gone and in the weeks leading up to her death I’d turned my back on her.

Reese Turmel has sworn off women. Commitment wasn’t something he was willing to consider again after his wife cheated on him while he was on deployment. However, not even a man as jaded as the former SEAL could deny the instant attraction that sizzled to life the first time he walked into Treats Bakery and saw the beautiful woman behind the counter—and he tried.

There wasn’t a lot that surprised me. My years in the Navy taught me a lot, my years hunting human traffickers taught me the rest. Meeting a beautiful woman in a bar and spending the night with her should’ve been a blip on my radar. Instead, I spent years trying to forget her. In the middle of a rescue operation, fate dropped her back into my life, but there was a twist—she wasn’t alone.

Loving Echo Kent was painful. Not the falling in love part, that was easy. One look at the tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed narcotics detective, and I knew I wanted him. A few months later, I knew I couldn’t live without him.

Owen Cullen was a dream. Not a dream come true though, because I’d never dared to dream. He was my wildest fantasy, a hallucination, a delusion. The handsome man who’d saved my life—twice. He was a real-life hero, and I was...what was I? Filth, that was what I was.

Brady Hewitt was all too familiar with the horrors of war. They clung to him, or maybe he clung to them, using the nightmares as an excuse to keep others at bay—especially his boss’ daughter, Hadley Walker. Beautiful, sexy, ambitious, and forbidden. Not just because the former Special Forces soldier respected her father and liked his job, she was too good for him—all sunshine and smiles while he was darkness and filth.

A career-ending mission sends Trey Durum’s life into a death spiral. Out of control, scarred, and with his spirit broken, he tries to adjust to civilian life. His plan to fade into the background goes up in smoke when Adalynn Walker crashes into his life. The sexy physical therapist has everyone fooled. She’s not sweet. She’s not shy. She’s not patient or kind. She’s a ball-busting sadist who pushes his body during PT sessions and refuses to allow the former SEAL to wallow in his misery. She’s also the woman who sets his soul on fire.

I clipped a shiny, new FBI badge to my belt, thinking I could save the world. Four years later, the shield’s got some dents, along with my idealism. And there’s one cold case that’s come back to haunt me.

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Hope Mitchell lived her life on the outskirts; no attachments, no friends, no family. All of this by design. She knew the pain that came when you lost someone who meant something to you. She'd sworn off men long ago; the last time she fell in love she invited the devil into her heart, and she...

If there was ever a time when Jameson Grant wished he was a different sort of man, it was now. The sort of man who had it in him to accept the promise of tomorrow from a sweet woman. But he wasn’t the kind of man who liked sweet. The former SEAL didn’t like much of anything or anyone.