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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.

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!

A guy in a skirt wouldn't turn a straight guy on, right? I spent the last decade performing next to him. I've never looked at him as more—until I walked in on him in a skirt. He's as broken as I am. We survived our childhood together. And when he's finally trying to embrace the parts his father tried to beat out of him, I can't handle it. He's taunting me with smeared eyeliner and a filthy smile, singing to a sold-out crowd, and it's getting too hot under these stage lights. I can't look him in the eyes. I can't be with him—not like that—but I can't stop thinking about him.

Wes Ward finds himself in new territory. Less than a year ago, he lived in New York City in a fantastic loft that overlooked upper Manhattan. Women in and out of his bed anytime he wanted and not a damn care in the world. Now? Now, he finds himself back in Boston plotting ways to stop his high school girlfriend, Mandy, from getting married, dodging his mother's every attempt at helping him settle down, and trying to understand why Clare Monroe makes him forget everything and everyone when she smiles at him.

Madeline is cursed with the unrelenting ability to survive, and this has made her a valuable prize to those who want to control her. Deep within the confines of a secretive facility, she lives her days as a lab rat and the intellectual property of Omni Biomedical. Nearly two decades of torture and brutal experiments have numbed her to the depths of humanity’s depravity.

When I kissed her in that crowded bar, I had no idea she was my coach’s daughter. I know better, believe me. It’ll never happen again. I’m on the cusp of hanging up my hockey skates forever while embroiled in a custody battle for my daughter. I have no business getting involved with any woman. Least of all the one that’s totally off limits. But Chloe’s looking for a little fun in life and she has no problem flaunting her impressive hockey skills and sultry good looks. In fact, I think she enjoys torturing me.

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 . . .

Shea's my best friend's sister . . . and the only girl I've ever wanted. She's always had a boyfriend, though, so I've been able to keep my distance. Now she's single. As her friend, she asks me to help her navigate our campus dating scene. Of course, I agree. I promised her brother I'd keep her safe—and keep my hands to myself. The only problem? The more time I spend with her, the harder it is to deny how I feel. Except I'm holding my life together by a thread.