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Some days I can almost see the person I used to be. See the version of myself that felt joy, even passion. But she's gone . . . just out of reach. Life moves on for everyone else, though, and as my best friend's maid-of-honor, I have a bachelorette party to plan—in Jamaica, no less. And that means working side by side with the best man: Benjamin Black.

Nathan Shaw has been keeping a secret since high school. It was so tightly intertwined with someone else's that exposing the darkest facts meant he couldn't keep the other to himself. He's had years of holding onto those truths. This also means he's had to push away the one person who means more to him than anything—and in the process, all it does is make her think that he despises her like all of the other people in her life. But that's so far from the truth about his feelings that he holds so close to his heart.

Eleanor Enger met someone special and thought they might have a chance at being more than friends of friends, but then Carmen McClain showed up to a weekend away with those friends with a date attached to her hip, and Ellie knew she’d lost her shot. When her little brother is kicked out of their parents’ house, Eleanor finds herself acting as parent and sorting through his problems while trying to deal with her own.

Talon Mitchell had gotten a job right out of college, had her own coffee mug at the office that no one else could use, and planned to keep her job as sales manager for a long time, because she had practically grown up working for this company. She was content and not looking for anything, when a new sales director showed up and changed everything.... She couldn’t date someone who worked with her. Feeling the simmering heat begin to boil over, the two women decide to at least take one step, and deal with the rest later.

Paisley Hill cared about one thing—she was building her company from the ground up without accepting any money from her wealthy family to do it. That was important to Paisley, and she took her job as a consultant seriously, wanting to help companies grow and get more efficient because of her ideas.

Blayze Shaw could sum up his life in one word, fulfilling. He grew up in the shadow of his famous father, Brock Shaw, a multi-year PBR champion, but chose not to follow in his footsteps. Instead, choosing to work on the family's cattle ranch in Montana. Everything in his life was exactly how he wanted it, and he was the happiest he'd ever been. When a woman from his past resurfaces and is given the task of diving deep into his world for the answers he isn't willing to share, Blayze's perfect world is thrown into a tailspin.

It's supposed to be a summer fling until my heart gets involved. When my absent father drops into my life and invites me to stay, my planned summer of fun becomes a vacation of discovery. I go from being an orphan to having a family, including four huge stepbrothers. Anderson, Jefferson, Carson, and Brayson are my dad's best players and rivals to my university football team. Tall and broad with bulging muscles and sexy tattoos, it's all I can do to keep my cool. Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I'm burning up the moment I arrive. Give me temptation, and I'm all over it like a rash.

Morgan Shaw is my soulmate. She has no idea how much I desire her to fill the needs I crave. I've dedicated the last four years to learning everything I could about her. If my desire for her ever came to light before she realized how much she loved me, I would be labeled a stalker. Some might find it a little creepy how I watch her every move. I find it exhilarating. I've even uprooted my entire life for her. Now this man has come into the picture and is not part of my plan. I see the girl's heads turn as he walks by, but Ryan Marshall has nothing on me and my love for Morgan.

Amani is keeping secrets. On the surface, she's envied as a successful influencer with millions of followers, but no one, not even her found family, knows the truth. She's burnt out, fed up, and devastated over the news that her chances of ever having a baby are slim to none, and she's running out of time.

I've always lived by one major rule, don't fall for your best friend, and this is one rule I can't break. I'm supposed to write an article about a topic so scandalous, I can't even say it. Starts with B, followed by DSM. I know nothing about the lifestyle, so I'm committed to learning the ropes—pun intended. When my best guy friend offers his help, I happily accept. Paxton Atwood might be ridiculously handsome, but we're platonic and there will be rules to follow. #1 No kissing. #2 Keep our undies on. #3 No actual boinking!

Tris: When a spring flower blooms too early, it often wilts while others blossom during their proper season. That's me in a nutshell, and what eventually landed me in the nuthouse. Through necessity, I found a new passion, one that helps mask the darkness by thrusting me into the spotlight. Each show is a session, ending in a kiss meant for revenge. He broke me, and I will make sure I do the same to him.

Mila: The six-foot-three, two hundred pounds of lean muscle, disgustingly defined by his white tee hugging . . . all that, with a backpack slung over his bulging broad shoulder is far from innocent. He's Max Steel. He's all sorts of grown up. And he's my enemy . . . even though he doesn't know it yet.

The ultra-luxe Black Rose Underground Club used to be Mary Sandusky's favorite place to play. She was happy to slip into her role as seasoned submissive Blossom and relinquish control to an expert Dom. But when a scene gets out of hand, she can no longer trust her own dark appetites. She's ready to walk away from Black Rose for good . . . until she meets a hot Highlander who pushes all the right buttons. Nothing makes Ronan O'Connor's blood heat more than commanding a submissive in a scene, but forming a relationship outside the club was an urge lost long ago.

Homicide detective Max Jagger has dedicated his life to one thing—speaking for the dead. During one of the most oppressive heat waves on record, the former Navy SEAL is called to a scene where a real estate heiress is found standing over a body, covered in blood, holding the murder weapon. She says she's innocent.

Brody Kanfield. Impulsive. Messy. Bold. My complete opposite. And the guy I met on the day I was supposed to get married. Katelyn Millstone. The girl I rescued from the side of the road in the middle of a blizzard in her wedding dress. She seemed so uptight at first, not my type at all. But underneath all that makeup I could tell she was beautiful.

Acting is my job, but even I can't pretend Ash Draper isn't the hottest guy I've ever met. Ash was my first love—and my first heartbreak. When our high school relationship fell victim to distance and circumstance, I focused on my career. My first major movie releases in a few months, and I'm on the cusp of breaking out. For publicity, I'm paired with an established actor with a reputation in need of rehab. The assignment is simple: pretend to date. I'll get exposure, and the beleaguered actor gets my squeaky-clean image.

I was really an idiot. How I didn't see the signs is beyond me . . . but yet, here I sit, holding the diamond ring I tried to place on my girlfriend's finger. Hopefully the whiskey will do its trick and help me forget the last three years ever happened. I'm such an idiot. Really, I am. I thought my boyfriend was going to propose tonight. Instead, I'm sitting here chugging vodka cranberries like they're water. I just want to forget the last couple years ever happened.

I wasn't born a serial killer. The horror of my past made me what I am today. But I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. Because only one thing gives me respite from my panic attacks. Murder. I used to have a broody protector that kept my demons at bay. His darkness rivaled my own, and he was my everything. Tragedy tore us apart when we were eighteen. And since then, he's stayed away. Not too far, though.

Liam: I don't know what I'm doing. I have no idea where this kid came from. I mean, I know that part, but when he showed up on my doorstep, not only did I have to put everything on hold, but my hockey coach threw me into the sin bin.

My coach wants me to take figure skating lessons so I can gracefully pivot around the net. That's a whole lot of hockey hooey if you ask me. Making matters worse, the class is with my sister's best friend, who I'm convinced hates me after what happened back in high school. We're faced with something of a Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet reversal—she said it's her favorite, so I read it. Since she's totally over me and I shouldn't be interested in her, I set her up on a few dates that go sideways, which does not help me shake these newfound feelings.