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Those arms, those abs. That storm in his eyes. Dangerous Dante. Her curse, her cure. The only man she's ever loved, and the only one she's forbidden to be with. Now he's gone again, and she'll do anything to win him back. She'll even have his baby.

Brett Ghent, a newly minted billionaire, made it when his company, Pecker, hit the big time. His stepsister, Kady, and he had been attracted since their parents married, but Brett and Kady had tried very hard to remain "normal". Unfortunately for them, their secret lust for each other had been growing.... Their forbidden attraction suddenly takes on new urgency when Kady is accosted by a drunk thug, and Brett steps in to rescue her.

Brett and Kady's parents were in love. Unfortunately, so were Brett and Kady.... When their parents married, they knew that to entertain any thoughts of being together was hopeless. Brett and Kady had tried very hard to remain aloof and unconnected, and now they were forever doomed to be apart. Or were they?

He was a jerk, but she loved him; that was the first problem. The second? He was her stepbrother. Dante Hix. An alpha male. A billionaire at 21. A god. It had been three years already, and she still wasn't over him. What the hell was she thinking going back again now?

Felix. The alpha-male billionaire. He didn't pay any attention to me, but why would he? The prom king. The captain of the football team. A girl like me? I wasn't even on his radar...not until he knew he couldn't have me. When our parents got married, everything changed. Felix and I moved in together. We became step siblings. My secret desire became my forbidden taboo. I hid it away, denied it existed, and tried to ignore my feelings and move on, but I couldn't.

When Dad disappears and Mom remarries, the last thing I expect to get thrown into the dowry is a panty-melting, sexy-as-hell stepbrother. I guess that's what Cory means by fate. Of course, It'd be all right if every time I looked at him I didn't feel what I did. I have no reason to, either. I mean, it's not like he's athletic, or particularly well-endowed, or completely f--king drop dead gorgeous, is he?

My stepbrother Giles is the biggest prick I've ever known. He lives to make fun of me, to tease me, to play his stupid pranks on me. Giles, the boy with the surfer good looks, went from being my long-distance heartthrob, to the subject of my every wet dream the moment he moved into my house and started sleeping down the hall. If our parent's hadn't done the unthinkable, and married during our freshman year, we'd have never spoken a word to each other. And I could have gotten over my crush.

Derek White is my soul mate. From the moment my father married his mother when we were little kids, I knew he was the one for me. I was too shy to tell him how I felt then, and now he's grown it isn't any easier. Navy SEAL and man of action, he's about as Alpha as they come. Time and circumstance have taken him from me, but my heart won't forget.

I've spent so many years fantasizing about this kind of thing I've lost count, and now that it’s here, I can hardly believe my luck. That’s right before my mom drops a bombshell, of course, and fate stabs me in the ass with his sharpened sword. Twins Logan and Jack are perfect in every single way but one. They’re about to become my stepbrothers.

Falling for four gruff tattoo artists is unexpected - getting pregnant is catastrophic. I'm the girl everyone looks to for a sunny comment and a bright smile. That's why my attraction to four older ex-military men with silver in their hair and dark ink all over their muscular bodies comes as a complete surprise. We have nothing in common, but I'm putty in their experienced hands.

I'm excited when I'm given a promotion to tour manager at Club Red—until I find out I'll be crowded into a van with four alpha-hole revue dancers, trying to keep them in line while they travel to other venues. Their bodies may be physical perfection, but the men are infuriating and frustrating, and they seem intent on pushing every one of my buttons.

When I discover my boyfriend Eddie has a side chick, I’m humiliated and furious. But I dry my tears and pull up my big girl panties. I don’t want him back, but I want him out of my head and my heart. Time to turn to every woman’s medicine in a time of crisis: chocolate and cocktails. But my friends have other ideas. They tell me the best kind of healing is the hot, sweaty, toe-curling, mind-blowing kind. So, on a drunken night, I take a chance and kiss three hotter-than-sin men until my knees are weak and my pulse is racing.

When my brother’s best friends walk in on me engaging in self-love, they offer me a deal that I can’t refuse. Why take care of my own pleasure, when they can do it for me? All I have to do is message, and they'll come running.

They call him Big D because he is. Tall and broad, with muscles so thick and good, all I can think about is getting a grip on his biceps and squeezing. Then there’s the other reason. All the girls talk about it. I’m not sure how everyone knows he’s hung like a horse, but they do. I try not to think about it because he’s a popular football player who everybody knows, and I’m just a work-focused history major who likes to stay mostly invisible at school.

He’s a good cop but a very BAD BOY. When gorgeous Officer Carlisle pulls me over for speeding, I tell him how sorry I am. That doesn’t stop him from telling me to step out of the car for a full-body search so he can check me for offensive weapons. I want to ask him if a hungry kitty constitutes an offensive weapon because, damn, mine just wants to eat him up! Those eyes should be enough to get him arrested; forget his cheekbones and delicious full lips that stay serious, even when I’m sassing him. And his hands. When he runs those rough palms against my thighs, I actually moan.