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Rebecca King had a broken heart, literally. Congenital heart disease has given her less than a year to live. Hopefully, that'll be enough time to complete every task on her bucket list. However difficult, she finally comes to terms with her imminent demise. Then fate delivers an unexpected distraction. Due to a horrific accident that left his wife on life support, Nick Cato, narcotics investigator, is trapped behind a wall of loneliness and grief. However, he had no way of knowing that destiny would deliver a gift strong enough to quell the sadness.

Just so it’s clear, I’m not the kind of woman who sleeps around. And I’m especially not the kind of woman who’d ever sell her body for money. At least, that’s not who I used to be. Now, I’m getting on my hands and knees at the orders of the stranger I suddenly call husband. I’m ashamed of what I’m doing. It’s dirty. Wrong. Twisted. And I refuse to acknowledge how good it feels. Especially in front of him.

This is the third book in Goddess Isles. There was hate once. Hate born from dangerous attraction and fate’s cruel design. There was love once. Love destined to kill us if we didn’t surrender to our war.

I’ll do whatever it takes to get her back. She was mine, and it was everything. That month with her was as near to perfect as I’ve ever had in my whole f--ed up life. But then, I lost it all, and I still don’t know why. Though, I suspect it had something to do with that rat bastard Bryce Gentry. One thing I do know: I’m not letting go of Callie Cruise without a fight. And it’s time for Gentry to finally pay for his many sins.

Jackson Vale. My boss’s rival and the man I’ve thought far too much about since we were introduced last week. Of all the - “I’m not his,” I sputter indignantly. “I’m just his employee. He doesn’t own me.” And for some reason this sets off a flare of intensity and...satisfaction? in Jackson’s expression. That’s it, I officially give up trying to understand any of this. But then Jackson leans over and speaks so softly in my ear I can barely hear it above the falling rain.

Marilyn Ellis is finally putting her life back together. The domestic abuse she suffered may be labeled "textbook" by therapists, but it’s the parts she’s never told anyone that haunt her. She refuses to get trapped in that hell ever again. Former Special Forces soldier turned rancher Noah Dempsey is more than capable of training the delicate single mom in moves and tactics that will help her feel safe. But his own tortured past makes him decidedly less qualified for anything more. No matter how much her big eyes—and even bigger heart—draw him in.

Francesca was the wife of his enemy. A woman on the run. And the only person with information on the man his team was hunting. She was also harboring a major secret. Blayd Caldwell was the team trouble maker. The one who rarely took things seriously. But when his team gets an unexpected visitor in the middle of the night, he suddenly wants to be a better person. To prove that he can be the man who takes care of Franni and the problem that brought her to their doorstep. Franni Accardo never had a say in her life. Not who she married or how she lived.

Posy “Doc” Hicks has high blood pressure. All thanks to a certain hazel-eyed blonde who drives him absolutely insane in her short shorts and cowboy boots. At first, Searcy Hodges is just a passing fancy. A look but don’t touch kind of girl. She has a bad attitude, an even worse bedside manner, and a chip on her shoulder the size of Texas. It would be wise to stay away, even if that attitude of hers really does great things for him. But how is a man supposed to stay away when her temper is just that spectacular to experience?

Air Force Combat Controller Derek Bollinger knows what it is to feel that every breath might be his last. Enduring hell in an enemy prison for five weeks taught him that. The only thing that got him through it was the thought of his family, his hometown of Oak Creek, Wyoming, and especially of Becky Mackay. He survived, but with blood on his hands. His own.