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I'm about to throw an ashtray at my boss's head. Turns out, the mind behind my favorite, steamy romance novels...the ones I only read in private...the ones that are my only escape after a long day of dealing with The Boss from Hell? It's not Natalie McBride, the sweet, rural housewife. It's him. That's right: my boss, Adrian Risinger, the 33-year-old, maddeningly sexy, pissant billionaire "bad boy" who thinks he runs my life. He is also the author of all my deepest, most secret fantasies.

Benjamin Chase is not my type. He's abrasive. He's arrogant. He doesn't take anything seriously. I'd die before I dated him, but he has something different in mind. He has to get married in the next nine months, or he loses his company to his ex-wife. And apparently I'm the most eligible bachelorette in town.

They say when you take revenge against another you lose a part of your innocence. But I'm not innocent. I haven't been for a very long time. My innocence was stolen from me. Taken was the life I was supposed to have. The soul I was born with. The ruby heart embedded in a life full of hopes and dreams. Gone. Vanished. I never even had a choice. I mourn that life. Mourn the what-ifs. Until now. I'm ready to take back what was always meant to be mine. But every plan has a fatal flaw. Sometimes it's the heart.

Lia has known true darkness - she has faced evil and emerged a survivor. Still reeling from the power grid failure nine months ago, she’s faced with the ultimate new test - capture the hearts of two former Force Recon Marines. It won’t be easy, but maybe she’d have a chance at the future she deserves. In a world where nothing is certain, can three people find their way to love?

Rowan Callahan is a career-climbing attorney. But vicious - and false - rumors are destroying her professional life. That all ceases to matter when a plane crashes in downtown Chicago and the entire city goes dark, and she realizes she’s just witnessed the kick-off to the apocalypse. Armed with a backpack of supplies, she leaves Chicago, intent on resetting her skewed priorities and seeking shelter at the family farm with her father and sister. She’s injured and running for her life when she stumbles directly in the crosshairs of two men who just might be her salvation.

I have everything a guy could want - a new single burning up the charts, more money than a man could spend, and a woman I’m planning to marry. Until she doesn’t show up for my proposal. The life I thought was so perfect, isn’t. The guy who thought he had everything, doesn’t. I’ve got my heart on lockdown, but life sends me straight into the path of a mouthy bartender who puts me in my place. Now the only place I want to put her is under me. I thought I was done with love, but maybe I’m just getting started....

My name is Greer Karas, and I should never be allowed near another bottle of booze again. Because when I drink, my friend and I do stupid things. Like take a page out of my older brother Creighton’s playbook and post something completely asinine on the Internet. Waking up with a giant hangover to find my humiliating personal ad has gone viral is not my finest moment. Cue my look of shock when one of the movie industry’s hottest new bad boys, Cavanaugh Westman, comes knocking at my door.

I’ve got a big...ego and an even bigger bank account. That’s pretty much where my bio ends. I don’t need to say anything else. I’ve just sold 99% of women on going home with me. Do I sound like a jerk to you? That’s because I am. It works for me just fine. Or at least it did. Until I met her. Books talk about sparks flying. Screw that. With her, it was like emergency flares mixed with jet fuel. Or maybe just straight up napalm. Only one problem. She wouldn’t tell me her name or her number when she disappeared from the hotel room after the hottest night of my life.

“Si dicono tante cose di lui, che era a bordo del Malaspina quando ha affondato la British Fame, che è un mago, un fachiro, un ipnotizzatore, che non dorme mai”: questo sanno del loro Comandante gli uomini che all’alba del 28 settembre 1940 si imbarcano sul sommergibile Cappellini per andare alla guerra. Sanno anche che il Comandante potrebbe rimanere a terra, al riparo, perché un incidente lo ha condannato a vivere in un busto d’acciaio che gli toglie il fiato.

It was always going to end in heartbreak. You can't pretend-marry the man you secretly love and escape unscathed. Ford has never hesitated to ask for my help before, but this is the farthest he's asked me to go. Not that I ever say no to him. Even when I know I should. Sleeping with my husband is the best worst idea possible. It's everything I dreamed it would be. But everything to me is nothing to him. And he's not the only one I've made promises to.

Two years ago, flirty FBI agent Jameson Bend was the crush I left behind. Today, the grumpy Detective Slade is the man who stars in my dirty fantasies. When my autopsy findings connect five recent murders committed by a single suspect, Jameson and Slade join forces to help solve the series of homicides. Toss in my emotionally abusive ex-husband stalking me, and I’ll not only need Jameson and Slade’s help to piece the clues together on the case but also to protect me from my ex’s attempts to force me back under his control.

When I met Donovan Kincaid, I knew he was rich. I didn't know he was filthy. Truth be told, I was only trying to get his best friend to notice me. I knew poor scholarship girls like me didn't stand a chance against guys like Weston King and Donovan Kincaid, but I was in love with his world, their world, of parties and sex and power. I knew what I wanted—I knew who I wanted—until one night, their world tried to bite me back and Donovan saved me. He saved me, and then Weston finally noticed me, and I finally learned what it was to be in their world.

I’ve discovered Donovan Kincaid’s secret. It’s dirty and filthy and rich–as dirty and filthy and rich as he is–and it haunts me as much as he ever did. Even after knowing what I know now, I still want to talk to him, to touch him. But there’s an ocean between us, and I’m not sure it can be crossed with something as easy as a phone call or a plane ride. Yet I’m willing to try.

The stakes have never been higher, and she's full of the devil. Edward Fasbender is my husband. Together, we brought down powerful men. Now we have a chance to start over. To be the family neither of us ever had, to leave the past in the past where it belongs. Edward has a choice to make. It will decide if we fall into the flames—or rise together.

With her heart literally in his hands, Celia will have to try and bargain with a devil. Edward Fasbender is my captor. Trapped on this island he owns everything on—including, it seems, me. He told me he would break me, but I thought he meant in the bedroom. It turns out Edward is playing a completely different game. And he won't stop until he's ruined me.

Edward Fasbender is a devil. He’s my father's biggest rival. He takes what he wants, and he bows to no one. And now Edward Fasbender wants me. I didn’t expect to want him back. Having him is not in the cards, not when a union with him would destroy my father. But that doesn’t mean I can’t play with him a bit. Except, I’ve never played against such a ruthless opponent. Edward is cold and vicious, and my blood has never run hotter. They say you should choose the devil you know, but I've always preferred long odds. Even if it'll get me slain.

Their relationship changes again when Celia learns the devil takes care of his own. Edward Fasbender is my savior. From the ashes of who I once was, he is helping me to rise. He has a list of people who have wronged him. And now he's adding names to that list. Names that I gave him. And we will have our revenge.

My life is in ruins. Failed marriage, failed career—I'm a failure. My husband may have had a hand in it, but I can't help missing him. We made an agreement. I signed the contract, and so did he. Without our arrangement, everything falls apart. So we'll keep losing ourselves in each other's bodies. We'll keep pretending everything is fine. But maybe I'm getting sick of pretend. Maybe I want to find something real. And just maybe, Luka does too.

If only I'd never signed that contract. Or accepted the one I didn't. My husband doesn't trust me. Not that I can blame him. But he needs me, needs my image. I need his connections. And I have to find a way to convince him to set aside our differences. There's one way that always works. Even when we hate each other, our bodies betray us. The one place we've never disagreed is in bed.

Everything people think they know about the Zoric family is a sham. Even me. I thought I was trying out to be their newest model. Luka was auditioning wives. I just need the career boost. He needs good PR to salvage his playboy image. It's a win-win—on paper. But since when has real life been simple? His jealousy makes me crazy. The control he maintains over my body is unacceptable. I really shouldn't be so turned on by it.