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He wanted a simple transaction. Well—he married chaos. Marry the boring billionaire. Pop out his baby. Collect the cash. Easy enough. If you're the obedient type. Pope Langston wants my grandfather's share of a multibillion-dollar business. My grandfather wants an heir. I want to ruin their...

Some say the past has allowed us to hide. Such interpretations should be considered dangerous. Following the destruction of the Time Regulation Agency, subversive activities have increased across multiple regions worldwide. Former TRA personnel are suspected to have dispersed to Canada, Germany...

Logan I like my life controlled, measured, exactly on schedule. Which is why I don't date teammates' sisters. But Tallulah "Lulu" Parnell makes that one hell of a rule to keep. Sunshine in a maxi dress, always asking questions she shouldn't, always finding new ways under my skin. When she moves...

Chase Walton is a menace. Arrogant, too damn pretty for his own good, and my brand-new fake boyfriend. It started as damage control. A PR stunt to clean up his reputation after an ill-advised video from his Playboy past surfaced. He needed stability, an image overhaul—and apparently, I'm it. Never mind that I work for his hockey team's PR department. Never mind that we're in the same social circle, or that his favorite activity is getting under my skin. Never mind that I made the catastrophic mistake of sleeping with him once and now can't stop thinking about it.

Twelve years ago, I let her walk away. For one unforgettable summer, Charlie and I were inseparable—camp counselors sharing stolen laughs, late-night talks, and a bond so rare it left a mark. But when the summer ended, we said goodbye, thinking the world was too big for us to hold onto each other.

Seems the little girl who had a crush on me is all grown up. She ran away from our hometown a solid decade ago. Now she’s back for her brother’s wedding. For my friend’s wedding. Not gonna lie, I had no intention of crossing the line with her. Not back then. And not now. Until I catch her swimming in her parent’s backyard. Nope. Not even then. I’m determined to keep all thoughts of what she might look like naked at bay. Besides, I have more important things to worry about than how grown up Rory Buchanan is.