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In an effort to get Charlie out of her system once and for all, Nova offers a proposition: one night, no strings. They’ll kick their uncomfortable attraction to the curb and return to their respective responsibilities. But their explosive night together scatters their expectations like fallen leaves. And with Charlie in town as the temporary head of Lovelight Farms, Nova can’t quite avoid him.

The Butcher. My nickname isn’t really a nickname. It’s a calling. An identity that I was born with, and one that’s as much a part of me as my heart or my liver. I’m violent, remorseless, and I delight in causing pain. I’ve never made any apologies for my nature. Never felt the need to…until I saw Bianca. When I glimpsed her, something inside me shifted. Before I even knew what I was doing, I’d kidnapped her and stolen her away.

Keep the cold. I’ve always understood my duty. As heir to the Winter Court, I must be ready to take my father’s place and keep the realm safe under a blanket of frost. But my father never taught me how to protect my people. That role has fallen to his best friend, Ronan, who agreed to serve as my guardian after my father grew ill. Charming and dangerous, Ronan hasn’t let illegitimacy or family tragedy stop his rise to power. A master of the elements, he’s a faithful ally. Until my father dies.

My life used to be simple—quiet, safe. But then I fell in love with dangerous billionaire arms dealer Callum Torrio. Our love story was doomed from the beginning—forbidden, a temptation we couldn’t touch. His secrets have the power to kill me, and when I discover the hidden truth and the part he played in my mother’s death, I have no choice but to run. But nothing will stop him from keeping me by his side. A king needs his queen.

Rebecca Halstead has never been a bridesmaid, but she can certainly relate to the expression “always a bridesmaid, never a bride.” As one of Chicago’s top wedding planners, Rebecca has had a front-row seat to countless ceremonies, yet her own walk down the aisle has started to feel like nothing more than a little girl’s fantasy. She’s the wallflower who, thanks to a clean bill of health from her oncologist, wants to live life to the fullest. If only she knew how.

I made a mistake. At sixteen years old I fell for the wrong man. Callum Torrio. Ruthless billionaire. Dangerous villain. My best friend's father. At twenty one, I gave up hope that he would ever notice me. He’s twenty years older than me and an arms dealer for the mob. The smart choice would be to forget he ever existed. But that’s not possible. His icy blue gaze, sculpted physique, and huge rough hands play a vivid part in my dreams.

I've spent my whole damn life making the wrong calls. Not that anyone ever notices—whether on the track or back home, I'm always in the shadow of my perfect big brother. But anonymity has its perks sometimes...like when the firmly off-limits ex of my biggest rival finally looks my way.

I hated fire. I hated how the smoke wrapped around my naked body, stinging my skin with defiant embers. I hated the smell of burnt flesh, the ashes heavy on my tongue, my charred soul like splinters deep in my chest. She’s dead, Juliet. There’s nothing else you can do.

She’s just temporary, a momentary blip in my life. Although I have to admit she’s quite attractive, as far as blips go. She’s also the first person my son has ever actually liked, which has to count for something. I’ve always been the kind of man to keep my plans flexible. Adaptation is key. Just like I’ve had to adapt to having a beautiful woman waiting for me when I get home every night - temporarily, of course.

When she fell in love and married her childhood best friend on a whim in Vegas, Tia innocently thought love conquered all. Turns out, that was a crushing lie. Her world shattered as she and Andrew were torn apart by secrets and mistakes. Ten years later, Tia has left the pain behind and carved out a new life with Mr. Perfect. The only thing standing between her and happily ever after? A divorce from Andrew.

The wedding was going to be a fake. The only catch was nobody could know. Not even my wedding planner. Now the wedding planner thinks I’m the world’s biggest bastard. She thinks I’m in love with the woman I’m supposed to marry. She thinks a lot of things, but she doesn’t know the truth. She’s got no idea she’s going to fall for me by the time this thing is over.

Another beach. Another ski tour. Another amorous adventure - or could it be love? A lucrative Austrian ski program is in jeopardy when a colleague mysteriously resigns. Travel guide Parker Moon hurries to the rescue, fulfilling the vision of a beautiful Mayan shaman who also foresees love for him with a woman “connected to Belgium.” On the slopes of Innsbruck, Parker falls for tourist Brooke McCaslin, but she is the companion and confidant to Max Dittmar, an influential investor in the ski program’s success.

Sunshine. It's a nickname I haven't heard since I lived on Woodbury Lane, where the houses were pretty, but the secrets? Deadly. It was a pet name known only to the Bullets. Rough, violent, and ruthless, they laid claim to the town - and my heart. I wasn't supposed to fall for a boy from the wrong side of the tracks‚ especially not four of them. But they were the only ones who understood that sometimes hell hides in plain sight.

Alyssa Miller is tired of waiting for her next-door neighbor to see her as more than just his best friend. Ready to let off some steam, she heads to Las Vegas for a romance-book convention where, if she's lucky, she'll get down and dirty with one of the sexy cover models. Dillon Alexander doesn't do commitment - especially not where his best friend is concerned. She deserves a man who can give her the world, not damaged goods. But when he realizes Alyssa intends to have a one-night stand on her vacation, he hauls ass after her to make sure he's the one to scratch her itch.

One: We’re alive, for now. Two: Gavriel’s totally lost control. Three: Santobello is hunting us. Four: Someone will die.

There are three guaranteed ways to ruin a perfectly unstable marriage: 1. Tell your beautiful new bride she’s the devil. 2. Tie one on, and don’t come home. 3. Oh, and let’s not forget, uncover family secrets that rock both of your worlds. I really need a rewind because now my temporary wife is pissed as hell and wants a quickie divorce. Wooing her is my plan. Sending flowers, writing love notes, and even serenading her are some of the sure-fire methods I’ve learned from watching her favorite romantic comedies.

How to make a reluctant fiancée happy: Buy her a huge-ass diamond ring. Throw a balls-out engagement party. Make the wedding a quickie. Every girl dreams of getting married. Right? Not Paris Elizabeth Hollis Fairchild. And especially not to me. When it turns out she doesn't have a choice, the arranged nuptials dear old granny insisted on go off without a hitch. But that doesn't mean we're riding off into the sunset anytime soon. With both of our failing wineries merging and a contract that states only one family business can survive, we're spending a lot of time negotiating.

Turning 27. No problem. Inheriting my grandfather's winery. Been waiting all my life. Moving back to my hometown. I can handle it. Getting married to my old high-school sweetheart. Wait, what? We hate each other's guts. But I only have 30 days to turn my company around or lose it forever, so I don't have time to worry about that. Besides, she's days away from declaring bankruptcy, and merging is our only chance. There's a big problem though - only one winery can survive.

When he walked into my restaurant, I thought he was the hottest man I’d ever seen in person. And then he spoke. And I realized who he was. The world now knows him as John Brandt - the ridiculously wealthy, handsome, genius workaholic startup founder and tech entrepreneur. I will always think of him as the annoying geek who's my older brother’s best friend.

Summer Bright is just a name on a tombstone. A whispered mystery on the long-forgotten Woodbury Lane. Her ghost teases me with fear and perfection. She knows I'm not strong enough to do what I should've done years ago. The Bullets are united once more, bonded by their demand for blood. There's a vulnerability in their friendship though. Gavriel craves control. Blaise fears losing me. Ryker fights his guilt. Callum's moral compass will get us killed. Chesterbrook may be where the old me died, but it's also where I learned that hell isn't a place.