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When three gorgeous chefs decide they want to expand their restaurant right into my boutique next door, things start to heat up. In more ways than one. With big dreams and bigger egos, three sinfully handsome restaurant owners are out to grow their culinary empire. Problem is, my little pet store is right in their way. But I’m not going down without a fight. I don't care how hot they are. Or how they look at me with hungry eyes.

Okay. So I’m not perfect. In fact, I might have a little problem. And it might involve breaking the law. So, when mob boss Leo Borroni and his buddies catch me in the act, well, I’m pretty much screwed. They take bets on how far I’ll go to get out of the mess I'm in. And the winner? Well, it looks like he gets...me.

To get my promotion, I needed a fiance or better, a husband. What I got was so much more. This hot, over-the-top romance involves four hot alpha dudes and a strong woman who gives them a run for their money. If you love outrageously naughty stories as a way to indulge your wildest fantasies, then this is for you.

This hot, over-the-top romance includes sexy professors with a penchant for pursuing and protecting the college coeds who give them a run for their money. If you love outrageously naughty stories as a way to indulge your not-so-secret bad girl side, this story is for you.

This hot, over-the-top romance includes sexy professors with a penchant for pursuing and protecting the college coeds who give them a run for their money. If you love outrageously naughty stories as a way to indulge your not-so-secret bad girl side, this is for you.

This hot, over-the-top romance includes sexy professors with a penchant for pursuing and protecting the college coeds who give them a run for their money. If you love outrageously naughty stories as a way to indulge your not-so-secret bad girl side, this is for you.

It's time to play.... I'm in debt to Luca and Leo Borroni, the gorgeous mafia twins of Las Vegas. And my payment is to play "The Game." Their dirty, deviant, sexy game. But I'm a big girl. I'll pay my debt. They can have my body. But they won't touch my heart.

Fast paced, fun, and full of seriously naughty revenge...When four mountain mercenaries found me alone in a bar, in a dirty wedding dress, and with mascara stains under my eyes, deep into several shots of tequila, they had a few questions. Like WTF? When they learned about the a-holes who used me in their quest to get ahead - who lied, stole, and tossed me aside like a piece of human garbage, they set out to exact revenge. Those people, who exploited me and preyed on my innocence, should have just killed me because now they’re going to pay, thanks to my men.

So I split. Flew the coop. Got the hell out of dodge. I figured I could do better on my own. And how wrong I was. Why’d I do it? Because I’m stubborn. Spoiled. A pain in the ass. And I hate the mountains. Although the guys were nice. And hot. And sexy. That made it hard to leave. Well, so did their locking me in my room. Sharing a house with brawny mountain men? Let's just say it wasn't only my new hiking boots that got a good workout.

She saw something she should not have. That happens when you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time. And when you meet the wrong man - me. Her sister’s gone now, and her own life is in danger. Not my problem I say. But she was so different. So, I made a deal to help. And my deal was just as filthy as you’d think.

You will marry me. Our wedding will be in your father’s hotel. You will invite 200 guests so we have plenty of witnesses on our happy day. Your father will walk you down the aisle, dance with you, and give a delighted speech. Then, you will come home with me, where we will live happily-ever-after. You have two weeks to pull this together. And if you try to disappear during that time, I will find you. And when I do, both you and your father will find yourselves in a very...unfortunate situation.

When my college crush, Talbot Richardson, was elected to the United States Senate, I bragged a little too loudly that I knew him. Oops. Did I really know the sexiest, slickest guy on campus? Not a chance in hell. Unless knowing someone is following them around campus to see which dorm they live in, and which class they have at 8 a.m. on Wednesdays. Thanks to my big mouth, the paper I work for now expects me to do a story on him. Surely he’ll meet with me since we went to college together? Right? Logical assumption, except that he doesn’t know me from a hole in the wall.