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Davis Guidry is Orleans University's starting rookie pitcher. He's handsome, charming, and an all-around flirt. After spending a hot, spontaneous night together, we can't seem to keep our hands off each other. Our no-strings fun comes crashing down when my overbearing brother, who happens to be Davis's biggest rival, catches us in action. Even that seems to only make the fire burn hotter when we're together.

If Juno could describe his life in three ways, it would be: A little lost. A little happy. And maybe a little hopeful. At least, he was hopeful, but he stops feeling that way when a diagnosis falls into his lap and his entire world turns upside down. Panic sets in, and he can no longer remember what it's like to see a light at the end of any tunnel. Enter Piper, stage right. Juno has been crushing on the older man from behind his bakery counter since Piper started his mall security job.

Reporter Maddy Banks doesn’t realize what she’s getting into when she makes arrangements to have an anonymous interview with an assassin. Her life in Paris was safe, with a devoted if slightly smug boyfriend and a career that was slowly taking off. When she first meets the man calling himself Constantine she can’t see him and his voice is disguised. Even so, she feels a distinct, erotic pull that horrifies her.

With years of hard work, I've made the Rainbow Dorset University Unicorns football team the pride of the state. My reputation speaks for itself, so the school stays out of my way, and that's how I like it. If they can't handle my sparkle, they have no business in my shine. Now, there's someone new on campus—a washed-up hockey player hired to whip the team into shape. The school had the audacity to cut my budget to pay him!

Kissing my best friend was a stupid mistake. It earned me a few good hits to the face by his hulking boyfriend, Sebastian, and I can admit that I deserved that. Agreeing to let my stepbrother move in is another stupid mistake, and every single day since he moved in feels worse than Sebastian's beefy fists. Nicolas Aldana has always hated me. His dad marrying my mom ruined his life, and he never lets me forget it. And I hate him too. I don't care how big of a glow-up the guy has had, I. Hate. Him. But what I don't hate is the way his hands feel wrapped around my neck . . .

There was a time when Ash and I were inseparable. When I moved high schools, we went from friends to rivals. I could deal with that. But when he hooked up with my ex-girlfriend? We became enemies overnight. The Ozarks is a big lake, but somehow, he's always in my way. First, at a flashy rival boat company, where we're always knockin' boats on booze cruises. Sometimes literally. Now, at the newly redeveloped Swallow Cove resort where I'm based.

I don't know where it all went so wrong. I was born a Hellion. I breathe for the club life, but at every turn, I put it all at risk. I am Rhett "Crunch" Oleander. I am still finding my way since losing the one person who meant the most. She's the only taste of Heaven he's ever had. When given a second chance, he's refusing to let go. The question is, will she walk away again or hang on for the ride?

Raised the son of a Hellion, born with the blood of a villain, I wear my patch with pride. Earned, never given. Frank "Tank" Oleander gave me his name, his club, and his respect. I earned my cut, my place, and even this ride as the son of another. I am Kenneth "Red" Oleander. I find comfort in chasing skirts, fixing cars, and riding the open road.

Third generation Hellion. My patches are earned, never given. I'm the son of Talon "Tripp" Crews and namesake to Blaine "Roundman" Reklinger. I was born to wear this cut, to take this ride. I am Blaine "BW" Crews. I deal in motorcycles, money, and mayhem.

I was the perfect wife, my only fault that I loved dogs. My husband tolerated them as long as I kept the house spotless. I tolerated his abuse until he turned his eyes on my dogs, and then I got out. Now I'm in Maine, hoping to start over and rebuild. Trouble is, the house I trusted my realtor to buy for me seems to have a problem. It's huge and full of green goo, and the paranormal investigators won't stop knocking. On top of that my new boss is determined to hook me up with someone, but she has terrible taste in men.

In one month, I turn thirty-five with my virginity still intact. Is there anything more embarrassing than knowing most of my French students have gotten more action than me? Je suis triste. When I accidentally reveal this secret to my close friend and co-worker Seamus, South Rock's baseball coach, he offers to help me round the bases. It has to be a joke, because Seamus is one million percent straight. There's no way he'd want to fool around with a chubby language nerd like me, even though I've harbored a secret crush on him since the day he first walked into the teachers' lounge.

I should be a glitter bomb of excitement about my college friends getting married. But all I can think about is running into my uber-successful ex and his new boyfriend at the wedding . . . while I'm flying painfully solo. I need a plus one, stat. Enter Raleigh Marshall. As luck (or misfortune) would have it, a picture of me and South Rock High's too-blessed-to-be-stressed football coach accidentally finds its way on social media, making people believe we're an item. Raleigh is hot, charming, and one of South Rock's most popular teachers. The problem is that he knows it.

I have one rule to live by: Don't Date a DILF. I've seen the consequences of blurring the boundaries between teaching life and dating life, and I'm not about to take that kind of risk.

Most of the guys on Palm Island call me the token straight guy. The truth is, I'm not so much straight as I'm just… nothing. Asexual, demi, the label doesn't make much of a difference to me. And living on an island that's nothing but parties and nudity half the year… well, let's put it this way… I'm the guy who sells clothes.

The first time I met Ford, I knew instantly we were bound to be enemies. I loathe every gorgeous, pretentious inch of the man, even after the I dos. If it's a marriage he wants, then a marriage he'll get . . . starting with our honeymoon. I'll make our marriage such an unbearable hell that he'll ask for an annulment. When my plan backfires and I accidentally sleep with my new husband on our honeymoon, things take a turn I least expected. Now I need a divorce . . . or maybe not?

It was a meet-cute that should have come with a happy ending. I was hardly at my best when I caught Andy snapping photos of me topless in the name of street photography. I fired angry words at him. In exchange, he gave me his jacket to keep me warm. Thus began our friendship and an unrequited crush on a man who was about to get married.

My printsessa thinks she's taken a regular job for a regular lawyer. She doesn't know the devils that lurk below the surface now that she's in my world. The bratva world. Innocent, sweet, and trusting. All the things I am not. All the things I never knew I wanted.

Walking in on my best friend mid-hookup isn't supposed to turn me on, but it's only sex, right? Finding intimacy is a bit discouraging with a neurological disorder that affects my legs. But Elliot gets it—gets me. He's my ride or die and always supportive. Always protective too. Not because he thinks I'm incapable, but because he cares. When I invite him to my brother's wedding, he becomes the ultimate date. And when we decide to blow off a little steam with each other, I'm trusting it won't ruin our friendship. Except it becomes more than jerking off after late-night study sessions.

I thought I had my life all planned out—great career, swanky condo, wonderful fiancé.... A fiancé who did not show up to our wedding. A bride’s worst nightmare came true, live in front of all my family and friends. And his family and friends. Ryan James was the cake topper on top of this wedding cake of humiliation. All I wanted was to clear everyone out of the venue, throw the hors d'oeuvres in the trash, then light the wedding cake on fire. But Ryan insisted on still holding cocktail hour. And the elaborate five-course meal I had planned. And dancing.

Nico De Lucci's biting opinion of her is seared into Ivy's brain. Not that she should care. No way is she giving Nico the power to whittle away at her self-confidence. Confidence she fought so hard to achieve. Obnoxious. Mr. Satan.