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He was my dad's best friend - and my first crush. Falling for him was bad. Flirting with him and trying to get in his pants the night of my 21st birthday party was definitely worse. But can you blame me? I hadn't seen the guy in years and he comes back looking hotter than ever. Our fling shouldn't have even begun but now that it has, I don't want it to stop. I'm crazy for this guy - and he's obsessed with me. Too bad my father will kill him if he finds out. So we can't tell him. We just have to keep it secret. Right? That might have worked...until he got me pregnant.

Cherry comes off as shy to most, but I know her. She's determined, brazen, and way too young. And she wants me. I turn her away because of her age, but she shows up on my doorstep on her 18th birthday. So I can be her first. She's a virgin, barely legal, but this shy yet fiery little contradiction begs me to give it to her rough.

I've been trying to beat Wren Callan for years. Turns out, I had to marry her in Vegas and get her pregnant to finally win. We were supposed to get a quickie divorce before anyone found out… But I couldn't sign the papers. Now she's carrying my baby and crashing in my spare room. We've gotten good at pretending like we're just roommates who can't stop f*cking. She thinks I want to stay married to steal her company. But the truth? I want her in my bed. I want her name inked on my ring finger.

Kipling, our narrator, tells this strange story: he was running a newspaper in a big Indian city. In the hot stillness of one night when he was putting the paper to bed, two men came into his office. They were red-bearded giant Daniel Dravot and his friend Peachy Carnehan. These two 'gentlemen at large', as they called themselves, lately of the British army, had put together an insane and dangerous plan: they wanted to be Kings of Kafiristan, a mountainous region of Afghanistan.

I have loved Channing Monroe all my life. In first grade, he asked for my Trapper Keeper. I hit him in the head with it. Third grade, we were best friends. We kissed in seventh grade. In eighth grade, he turned into a bad boy and the rest was a tumultuous storm. Growing up, the problem was never love for us. Bad times. Good times. There were times when I felt our love in every inch of my body, vibrating, making me feel like it could bring me back to life. The problem was us. The problem is that we're living in two different worlds now. Fallen Crest and its millionaires for me.

Clover's Rules for Surviving Your Hot Roommate: Rule #1: Don't let the hot firefighter see you in your ratty PJs. Rule #2: Just because he's staying on your couch does NOT mean he belongs in your bed. Rule #3: Whatever you do, don't fall for your brother's best friend. It wasn't my idea to let Banks Priestly crash at my place. But when your brother guilt-trips you into housing his best friend after his apartment floods, what can you do? Now I've got six feet of tattooed firefighter invading my space, walking around shirtless, and somehow making the perfect cup of coffee every freaking morning.

Shaw Hollander is desperate. Broke, unemployed, and determined to help his ailing mother, he falls on the good graces of a wealthy benefactor who is willing to give Shaw a job at his mansion in order to pay off his mother’s debts. Suddenly finding himself surrounded by lavish riches, he has no idea what his duties truly entail until he’s sent to the rose garden and meets the tragically mutilated Isobel.

Declan Donnelly has spent years escaping his family’s wild reputation. He’s now a respectable businessman in Lost Coast Harbor—but the mild-mannered bookstore owner is hiding devilish desires. When he discovers the town's delicious baker is using him to get to his family, the devil comes out to play... Annabel Johnson doesn't always think things through, and her last bad decision led to a new name, a new home, and a new job laundering money for the most dangerous man in town. Years later, she’s almost free of that burden. All she needs to do is seduce the man she’s desired for years.

What do you do when your cheating business partner/boyfriend (bad, bad idea) announces he’s selling your software company on Thursday to fund his new life with his other girlfriend? You hurry back to stop him, of course. He’s not getting rich on my dime! Or that would be the plan, but I’m currently lost in the Klamath Mountains, access to my car cut off by a California wildfire, and there’s no way I make it back in time.

Peepolykus (pronounced 'people-like-us') has toured its irreverent brand of comic theatre in more than 100 towns across four continents. Now the group has taken to the airwaves, hijacking the great works of fiction to hilarious effect. Assuming the roles of minor characters in major works, they derail the plots through their own hapless buffoonery, and from Madame Bovary to Macbeth, familiar stories take an unexpected turn.

Levi McCoy took me under his wing when we were kids. He was my protector. My best friend. My everything. And I was sidekick. We stayed close, even when relationships and life in general tried to tear us apart. Years later, he landed an internship at Montague Enterprises, competing with my childhood nemesis, Conner Daniels, for the final coveted position. That's when things got messy. The two bargained for the official job offer, using me as their pawn. And I fell for it.

Sadie Slade was the love of my life. I left for college promising her I’d be back in four years. She stayed behind promising me she’d wait. We both broke our promises. When we bump into each other five years later, my feelings for her come rushing to the surface. I want her back. She wants me gone. How quickly my Sadie Girl has forgotten - I’ve never been the type of man who accepts defeat. No matter the cost.

This ballerina will dance just for me. I am my own man and I won’t end up like my brother - tamed and chained to one woman forever. But I like a good challenge. A challenge like her. Sara may embody the pure and innocent swan on stage, but this blue-eyed doll can’t hide the little nymph she really is. I've never seen a naked ballerina before, and I crave the lithe body of this one.

I'm leaving you this note because I know you're very busy, and I don't want to waste the town sheriff's time. Lord knows I've already wasted enough of it. Thank you for taking me home last night and...everything else. I made you a basket of wild blueberry muffins for your trouble. That seemed like the appropriate baked good for getting naked in your living room. I wasn't myself last night. I didn't mean to kiss you or fondle your backside or ask all those intimate questions. Thank you for pretending to enjoy it.

My son, Logan, wants to have birthday parties, make friends, play at the park - all the normal things that seven-year-olds want to do. All the things I want to do with him. I've put up walls around our life to shield us from danger. Giant barriers to ward off possible threats. Cora Chapman crashes through them like a wrecking ball. She's intelligent and hilarious, with soft curves and a spark that ignites a flame deep inside of me. There's only one problem - she's Logan's teacher.

He's rich, arrogant, and he's about to make me lose everything. Derek Conway is my first client. I was so excited about selling a house and finally making some money. But I never expected him to be the client from hell. Even if he's got abs of steel and a jaw that could cut through glass, the guy is completely awful. I'd punch him if I wasn't busy drooling on his shined shoes. Nothing I show him is good enough. In fact, the only thing that has caught his attention is...me.

I’m a romance novelist who no longer believes in love. My agent keeps calling it writer’s block, but I think what I have is more permanent. If I no longer believe in love, how can I continue to write books about it? Still, I take her suggestion to figure something out and find myself in Whiskey Valley at a ranch to get some firsthand knowledge of what cowboys really do. I am not prepared for the level of male hotness that greets me. Griffin is rough and tough and growly, but I catch glimpses of his tender underbelly that has even my iced-over heart melting a little.

The moment I laid eyes on Penny, her innocent, submissive nature called to my dominant side. I volunteered to guide her exploration into my dark and decadent world. I'm also playing a deadly game of cat and mouse with an obsessed psychopath whose goal is to destroy me. When my worlds collide, I'm forced to call it quits between us. Soon, I discover I'm too late, and she's caught in the crossfire. Now, I'll do anything to protect the woman I'm falling for.

I have a confession to make: I have hated all things tinsel-related for years. Yeah, I know, most people have a right to hate things, but I don't. I'm Nick Kristoff, CEO of the biggest department store chain that specializes in the holidays. Hating a holiday I plan to promote all year long is kind of like living in hell. But that all changed the moment a bundle of sparkly energy hits me. And by hits me, I mean she rams into me, knocks me over, then lands on top of me. In that one moment, my life changed. The second I look into her hazel eyes, I know she's the woman for me.

After the fall of the Mayan civilization, Kane, an immortal Night Walker, has taken refuge in France for over 800 years. The modern world holds little interest for him until the night he meets the Golden Thief, and is robbed of much more than his pocket watch.