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Nobody has ever handed me anything that mattered. Then my best friend handed me his little sister.I'm the youngest Stone. Billion-dollar name, a job title I've never worked a day for, and a family that talks over the top of my head and calls it love.So when Cooper said he trusted me, I meant it...

Five years. That’s how long I've kept the truth from everyone. One night with my brother’s best friend. My biggest mistake. My dirtiest secret. And the son I never told him about coming home should have been a fresh start. Instead, I walked straight into Warren Carter’s world again —the boardroom, the hospital halls, the dark looks that make my pulse race. Now there’s no avoiding him. Not in the hospital halls. Or after work. Not when every glance sparks something I buried years ago. He still sees his best friend's sister.

Wanting something you can't walk away from is bad for business. I close deals that other people can't. Show up. Charm the room. Walk out with the signature. Then I bought a stranger a drink at a bar in Manhattan. We exchanged first names and forgot the rest of the world existed. She was gone before sunrise and I was on a plane back to New Orleans by nine.

My last name built an empire that controls half the Gulf. I built the part they don't put in the annual report. Enter Quinn Mercer. She's sharp, controlled, and completely off-limits. One look and I want her in my bed. One night and I can't get enough. What starts as heat turns into obsession fast.

The night my father dies, I don’t break. As the heir to a multibillion-dollar logistics empire, I take control. My father built Stone Intermodal from nothing. Now we control the Gulf. Everyone waits to see if I’ll falter with him gone. I don’t. Instead, I kidnap the daughter of the man responsible. It’s a risky move no one can ignore. I'm not going anywhere. She was supposed to be leverage. A message. Proof I handle my own wars. What I didn’t count on is the way she looks at me. The way she steps closer instead of backing away. The way her touch lingers, daring me to stop her.

My family built a Gulf Coast empire. I ran as far as I could get from it. For six years, I chose danger over legacy. War over boardrooms. Anything that kept me moving. Now I’m back in New Orleans for my father’s memorial. I’m not staying. I never planned to. Until I see her. Charli was the one thing in my life that felt real. The only woman who ever asked me to stay. I told her I didn’t do marriage. Didn’t do kids. Didn’t do forever. So she built a life without me. A life that includes a little boy with my eyes.

An explosive one-night stand with years and miles dividing us. Only one thing keeps us connected…the son he knows nothing about. I rent an extravagant beach house on secluded Duck Island to regroup after my divorce. Surprising us both, billionaire owner Grayson Sterling is staying there, too. Come to find out, his assistant has been Airbnb-ing his retreat without his knowledge. Gratefully he honors the reservation since I have nowhere to go. As long as I agree to share it with him.

One scorching summer seven years ago. One sizzling hot billionaire. I was graduating high school. He was a big-time oil exec. Thirteen years between us. We hid our love from the world, for fear of what people might say. On the edge of a scandal, it was never meant to be. When I hooked up with his best friend and ended up pregnant, I had a hunch it could be his. But I never told a soul. There are more secrets between us than in a teenage girl’s diary.

One night. No names. No numbers. Just the kind of reckless mistake that I swore would stay buried—until the agency places me as his half-brother's nanny. I never thought I'd see the man from that night again. Then I opened the door to my new job, and there he was—the ruthless billionaire who...

One night. The wrong deck. My new neighbor who also happens to be a billionaire board member at my hospital. I told myself it was nothing—a reckless one-off with a man who doesn't live in my world. But Cole Houston isn't easy to forget. Not when he's in the boardroom, staying next door, and in...

Six months. That's all I agreed to. A courthouse signature, a ring that doesn't mean a thing, and a contract fat enough to save my business. I told myself I could keep it simple. Keep him at arm's length. But nothing about Parker Matthews is simple. We met once before—one night I never...

Co-parenting with your ex is hard. Co-parenting with your ex in a small town who still looks like that in scrubs is cruel and unusual punishment. Woody Beamer and I haven’t been a “we” in seven years. Our son’s the only reason we still speak. And even that's through gritted teeth. Then our kid’s #SaveChristmas video goes viral. Now Good Morning America wants the whole family to fly to New York and “share our story.” Our story. The one that ended in divorce court and heartbreak. But there’s only one hotel suite. One fake-happy interview.