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We were supposed to run away after high school. When she didn’t show up at our meeting place, I gathered my courage and went after her. It was a mistake. I left bloodied and bruised. My heart didn’t fare half as well. I had no choice but to walk away. Years passed. A decade. More. I traveled, settled halfway around the world, and made myself a name and enough money that I didn’t have to look back. But I never got over her.

Als Judith Humphrey sich aus dem Bett ihres unglaublich guten One-Night-Stands schleicht, ist sie fast ein wenig enttäuscht, dass sie den attraktiven Unbekannten niemals wieder sehen kann. Hat sie doch beim Verlassen der Wohnung sein gut gefülltes Portemonnaie mitgehen lassen. Aber Jude läuft ihrem One-Night-Stand schneller wieder über den Weg, als ihr lieb ist. Und er ist niemand anderes als Célian Laurent: bekannter Playboy, Erbe eines millionenschweren Medienunternehmens - und Judes neuer Boss.

Ich bin pleite und mein attraktiver Chef bietet mir einen fragwürdigen Deal an! Doch das ist nicht alles: Erst wickelt er mich eiskalt um den Finger, dann tritt er alles mit Füßen, was ich mir aufgebaut habe und kurz darauf erwarte ich ein Kind von ihm... Die gutherzige Olivia lässt ihren Job in New York sausen, um eine kleine Pension in ihrer Heimatstadt Harpers Ferry zu übernehmen, die ihre Großeltern ihr hinterlassen haben. Bestürzt stellt Olivia fest, dass die Pension im Grunde pleite ist und sie einen Haufen Schulden hat.

Some people wear their heart on their sleeve. I wear vengeance like a suit of armor. I’ve got a list with six names on it. Six people who wronged me, who hurt me, who took everything from me. Six people who turned me into the monster I am now. And I’ve crossed off every name but one.

Zane and Maggie have been living a lie...A marriage that’s not really a marriage. A relationship that’s about as f--ked-up as they come. A secret that’s going to kill them both if they don’t sort their sh*t out, stat. And now they’re going on tour with Dirty. As the band’s assistant manager, Maggie knows she has to keep it professional - and keep away from her “husband” on the road.

Célian Laurent. Manhattan royalty. Notorious playboy. Heir to a media empire...and my new boss. I could have impressed him, if not for last month's unforgettable one-night stand. I left it with more than orgasms and a pleasant memory - namely, his wallet. Now he's staring me down like I'm the dirt under his Italian loafers, and I'm supposed to take it. But the thing about being Judith "Jude" Humphry is I have nothing to lose. Brooklyn girl. Infamously quirky. Heir to a stack of medical bills and a tattered couch.

Love is a game, wanna play? Wer ist der arroganteste Immobilienmakler in ganz Manhattan? Ganz sicher Carmelo Mancini, der auf seinen freizügigen Plakaten eher für seinen Sixpack wirbt als für sein Verhandlungsgeschick. Dummerweise bin ich mit meinem Maklerbüro direkt gegenüber von ihm eingezogen und wir sind vom ersten Tag an Erzfeinde. Okay, vielleicht habe ich ihm versehentlich einen seiner Kunden gestohlen! Aber ist es wirklich Diebstahl, wenn der Kunde auf mich zukommt? Selbst unsere hitzigen Wortgefechte und abschätzigen Blicke können nicht verbergen, dass es zwischen mir und Mancini knistert.

Tony Lambrianu might look like he's sitting pretty, but when you're the kingpin of a gangland empire you have to keep your guard up at all times. Deceit and betrayal lurk around every corner. With threats looming from all sides, he is about to find out just who his real enemies are. Meanwhile, Tony’s twin daughters, Scarlet and Katie Lambrianu have their sights set on building their own empire and establishing a Lambrianu legacy of their own....but will it cost them everything?

Carrie Wells is nothing but trouble. She's wild and difficult. Not worth anyone's time. Carrie Wells is a beautiful little brat. She's also a vulnerable young adult on my case list.... I'm breaking every rule of friendship by holing her up in my best friend Jack's house while he's away on business. I thought life was difficult enough when I fell for the girl, but it gets a whole lot harder when Jack comes home early and finds a beautiful stranger causing chaos in his house.

Zach has been my ride-or-die since we were nine. Business partners, roommates, best friends... we do everything together. But the last thing either of us expected was to be staring 40 in the face just as single as we both were when we made a silly, drunken marriage pact 20 years ago. The problem? Zach is gay...and, well, I’m not.

Turn-ons...Party girls. Platinum blondes. Zero expectations. I used to think that if you could combine all three into one female, you'd have the perfect woman. Then why the hell does Ava Pearson an outdoorsy girl, a brunette, and a woman who screams stability and responsibility seem to be the only woman on my mind lately? I've got enough obligations without adding any complications to the mix my son, my bar...well, that's about it. But that's enough for a guy like me.

He’s the arrogant Manhattan realtor with billboards advertising his six-pack more than his expertise in negotiations. I’m the competing broker who stupidly moved across the hall from his office. From day one, I’ve been his sworn enemy. Okay, so I might have accidentally stolen one of his clients. Well, is it stealing if the client comes to me? Even our vicious banter and loathing gazes can’t hide the chemistry between us. Who can blame me? He has enough charisma to make every hot-blooded woman in the city melt with a single word.

Coach had two rules when I joined the team: Keep my name out of the press, and don't even think about touching his daughter. The first one? Easy. I'm not some rookie with a chip on my shoulder. The second one? Complicated. Emilia Lariat might just be the thing I've been missing. But this sassy little minx thinks she can hide what we are together. We'll see how easy that is when I've got her bent over every flat surface in this arena. She wants to play? That's fine. But I came to win, and not even her father will stop me.

Abigail Haddock is stunning, sensible, and some would say...stuffy. But it's not really her fault. She was raised in one of Wessco's oldest, most affluent, aristocratic families - "stuffy" is their middle name. So is successful. Abby's working overtime to distinguish herself as a top-notch physician, just as her family legacy demands. She doesn't have time for nonsense. Tommy Sullivan's all about nonsense.

Dirty Eddie’s War is the true account of the wartime experiences of Harry Andrew March, Jr., captured by way of diary entries addressed to his beloved wife, Elsa. Nicknamed “Dirty Eddie” by his comrades, he served as a member of four squadrons operating in the South Pacific, frequently under difficult and perilous conditions.

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.

Ten days. That’s all I’m asking for. But not one of my NHL teammates is willing to cough up a sister, cousin, or trusted friend to play my fake girlfriend for this wedding. Pucking BS. Yeah, my mouth has been known to get me into places I don’t belong. But this Class Five panty melter is on lockdown because the last thing I need is another complication. I’m about to give up when fate delivers the answer to my prayers.

Books talk about sparks flying. F--k that shit. 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 f--king night of my life. Now I've had a taste of unicorn pussy - the sweetest, rarest of all pussy - and I need it again. So what's an asshole to do? I took this problem to the street, a missed connection gone viral. And when I find her? I'm keeping her.

It’s time for the good girl to be just a little bit bad. We’ve never been interested in rules. Never been interested in what other people think. When we see something we want, we get it. We want the good girl. She’s lush. Curvy. Beautiful. She looks demure, but she has a wild side. We can tell. We’re going to make her crave. Make her beg for more. Make her forget everything but our names.