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So . . . I signed up for something. Not a gym or Costco membership, which probably would have been wiser. Oh no, I signed up for a social experiment. You heard me right. I, Lanie Davenport, am going to be the subject of a scientific study. Do I know what this study is for? Not exactly. But I know it means I have to live with a stranger for twelve weeks and do a video diary once a week, answering the researchers’ questions.

My brother's best friend will do anything to win. Even if it means pretending to date me–his sworn enemy. But claiming my V-card wasn't part of the plan. He's Goalie-zilla of the Houston Heatwave and the man I can't stand. Number 33. Ryker-freakin-Balinger. The only things we have in common are the temporary roof we share and the arena where we both work. Dealing with this muscular, tatted-up grump is the last thing I need. But he needs good press. And I want revenge on the team's newest arrival. So this relationship is all for show.

Expensive schools and etiquette classes never prepared Shelby Duchane for Ryder Prescott. He taught her more about life in his hay field classroom beneath a blanket of stars than anyone. Under that Georgia sky, she pledged forever to the farm boy with soul-melting chocolate brown eyes, even though it meant forfeiting her large inheritance. She couldn't wait to clip coupons and buy clothes off the sales rack until death do they part.

Aspen Parker's life can be summed up in one word. Unexpected. For instance, she never expected to become a mother at twenty. Her divorce at twenty-one really threw her off. She certainly didn't see losing her promotion at the bank to that weasel Stephen. And she most definitely didn't see Miles Wickham, better known as Taron Taylor--international bestselling author, the man whose words have captivated her--offering her a job to be his nephew's nanny.

Three years ago, I fell truly, madly, deeply in love. It was kind of hard not to when Cash Denton, the sexiest man alive, literally ran into me on the streets of Bordeaux, France, and kissed me. Best. Meet. Cute. Ever. That led to the best two months of my life. Or . . . so I thought, until Cash disappeared into thin air. At first, I assumed he was in a coma or had amnesia after a tragic accident, since there’s no way he would have left me. But that was just wishful thinking because, you guessed it, he ghosted me with a capital G.

There are many things that go bump in the night, and I am one of them. I was born into power, and greatness was expected of me. When I discovered the truth behind the throne and tried to expose it, however, I was thrown into Gehenna, better known as hell. It's a place for monsters who commit the...

"He doesn't play games. He dominates them. And somehow, I'm the prize." I don't lose control. Not in my career, not in my life, not ever. As L.A.'s most sought-after luxury event architect, I make billionaires and royals bow to my vision. I can shut down a Beverly Hills street, launch a...

My life is boring. Monotonous. And then tall, dark, and dangerous walks into the bar where I work. Before I know it, I’m in his arms asking him to rescue me. He’s Colt Weston, President of the Tarnished Angels Motorcycle Club. Colt makes me feel alive…and wanted.

From Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Emma Slate comes the third book in the Saddles & Spurs series. I swerved off a mountain road into a ditch to avoid a moose. And then a rugged cowboy in a beast of a truck comes to my rescue. Brooks Keel. The quiet loner at Elk Ridge. The cowboy-biker who looks devastatingly good on a horse and a motorcycle. Ex-con. As a jobless twenty-three-year-old virgin, I have no business getting involved with a bad boy. But between his hard-won smiles and protective streak, my heart —and my body —hunger for him.

Demi Blake never asked to be the daughter of Eros, god of love. She’d rather hide behind her black muumuu and bureaucratic rulebook than embrace her divine destiny. As director of the Bureau of Affectional Affairs, she’s made it her mission to regulate mortal relationships with ruthless precision—and zero tolerance for cinematic romance tropes.

Thatcher College was supposed to be my fresh start, a chance to leave the ice and my ex behind in Minnesota. But when you’re the daughter of hockey royalty, the game follows you whether you want it to or not. Transferring also means running straight into Tanner Bouché, the boy I didn’t choose years ago at training camp. Now he’s captain of the Thunderblades, my former school’s rival, and the biggest risk to my carefully rebuilt heart.

Ever since I first read Pride and Prejudice at twelve years old, I’ve dreamed of being Elizabeth Bennet. That dream is now about to come true. I, Monroe Wilde, the woman some could argue isn’t exactly Elizabeth Bennet material, have been chosen to play the beloved heroine for one week at Pride and Prejudice Park, a destination experience for Jane Austen devotees. To make this dream even more amazing and surreal, my best friend, the Duke of Blackthorne, Alastair Fitzroy, has volunteered to play my Mr. Darcy.

Dancing on bar tops means the night is going great. Exiting the bar hauled over the shoulder of Heston University's infamous hockey captain? Not my idea of a good time. But my would-be knight would have to do. I needed an escape route from my brother… his biggest rival. Easton Blake is the perfect reminder of why I avoid hockey players. Cocky. Frustratingly sexy. Accustomed to every girl in his orbit falling for his charm. With his sultry smile that tells me he knows all the ways to make girls come undone with his touch, I'm almost the next score on his stats. 

English Prep stands tall with its ivy-covered exterior and old, wrought-iron doors. The stone gargoyles sit at the school's entrance, knowing just as much as anyone: I don't belong. Once upon a time, I did. I belonged in the "it" crowd with all the other well-endowed kids, but now, I am no longer welcome.

flee to my family's mountain ranch to heal a broken heart. I did not expect a charging bear. But then a shirtless, tattooed cowboy saves me. Declan Brewer is my father's new ranch hand. He's a retired rodeo star who's got swagger in spades. And he's completely forbidden. Declan is new to Huckleberry Hill, but the small town welcomes him as one of their own. Then one night after bourbon and banter, we cross the line.

She's the coach's daughter and his rival's newest target. Aasher Matthews is everything I detest. Arrogant jock: check. Coy smirk: check. Too hot for his own good: check. To make matters worse, he plays hockey. Unfortunately for him, my father is his coach. Fortunately for me, I'm deemed...

I only ever loved one woman. I still love her, even though she left to get us breakfast one morning 10 years ago and disappeared. I searched for her for months, but she was just gone. Most days, it's all a distant memory of what could've been, but I do think of her whenever I wake up next to a strange woman and wish it was her. Then I see her on the sunny Mexico City street one random afternoon, and it's like no time has passed at all. But she belongs to the cartel boss now. She's out of my reach. Technically. 

We shared the love of a lifetime. Too bad I don't remember any of it. Pieces of my life were ripped away without warning. My career, my control, my sense of self...it's gone. So are my memories of him. I now know him as the handsome doctor who was there for me when I first woke up after the accident. But before that, he was the love of my life. My everything. Or so I'm told.

At 17, Charlee Jensen packed her bags and left her beloved hometown of Loveland, swearing she would never have anything to do with the men that left her heartbroken: her father, the man who taught her heroes can fall; and Ryan Carter, her much older neighbor and teenage crush.