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Playing in a star-studded charity basketball game should be fun, and it is, until I literally go balls out to show up my arch nemesis. When I dive for the basketball and my junk slips out of my gym shorts, I know my life and career are over. There’s no way the network can keep my kids’ show on the air after I’ve exposed myself to millions of people. I don’t know how Andy, the new CEO, can go to bat for me with such passion. I also never anticipate how hot she looks in a pair of high heels.

Only one word can describe Chef Jameson Fury: shameless. He parades around with that sexy smirk and those fabulous abs like he’s the king of the kitchen. Of all the places he could choose to open his new restaurant, why does it have to be right next door to mine? It’s hard enough trying to get my place up and running without having him hovering around and disrupting my business. Not to mention the way my body betrays me every time he’s close.

Only one word can describe Sebastian “Bash” Fury...dirty. He’s dirty hot. A dirty talker. And a dirty player. On the ice, he truly earns his nickname. He bashes opponents without regard for the rules or safety. Which is precisely why I can’t have him on my team. As the first female head coach in the NHL, all eyes are on me, waiting for me to fail. A man like Bash Fury is a liability who could ruin my career. Even worse, he’ll destroy my willpower. I should despise that cocky bastard. But something about his swagger and quick smile make him irresistibly charming....

He's everything she didn't know she wanted. She's everything he thought he could never have. The last thing I expect when I walk into The Hawkeye Club is to fall head over heels in lust. It’s supposed to be a rescue mission. I have to get my baby sister off the pole, into some clothes, and out of the grasp of the pussy peddler who somehow manipulated her into stripping. But the moment I see Savage Hawke and verbally spar with him, my ability to remain rational flies out the window and my libido takes center stage.

Returning to Loch Ness means coming home in more ways than one. The monster exists. I’ve seen him. Visions of the beast haunt my dreams and waking hours. When he rises from the water again, I watch him shift into a sexy Highlander right before my eyes, and everything I think I know evaporates.

Buying and renovating the old plantation house seems like a great idea. The fact that it’s supposedly haunted by the spirit of a murdered prostitute is a minor oversight. I don’t believe in that crap anyway. But after a late-night rendezvous with a sexy spirit elicits a very real nocturnal emission from me, I have to rethink my belief in poltergeists…and love. The intoxicating woman who has been trapped here for over a century casts a spell over me with her humor, courage, and passion. I have to do something to free her from her ethereal prison.

I own the runway. Until my nipple pops out of my dress during New York Fashion Week and it suddenly owns me. Being called a worthless gutter slut by a fuming designer is the least of my problems. My career is swirling around the toilet like the other models’ lunches. Until smoking hot Tate Decker steps in with a crazy idea about how his magazine can maybe salvage my livelihood.

All I want is to be CEO at Warren Enterprises Worldwide, but the newly revised Warren Trust makes it clear … I won’t inherit the company or the family fortune unless I’m hitched before the first of the year. Too bad I don’t have a girlfriend or fiancée. What I do have is charm, dashing good looks, a prestigious lineage, an email address, and a faithful assistant willing to help me sort through all the applicants. But the longer we spend weeding out the duds, the more I appreciate the woman in front of me.