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Looking up into Alexi Petrov’s dark eyes as I break the news, I’m scared out of my mind. This man is the most terrifying defender in the NHL, and if it weren't for my sporty new baby bump, I probably wouldn't believe we hooked up that night. (Yes, I’ve sworn off margaritas for life.) But the Alexi who goes to my doctor appointments, moves me into his guesthouse, and cooks me so many gourmet meals I look like I'm carrying twins? He isn’t scary at all.

Tonight, my virginity goes to the highest bidder.... This obviously isn’t the fun, romantic first time I’ve always imagined, but it’s the only way to raise the money to save my sister from her abusive ex. The best I can hope for is that my buyer won’t be a creep. And that he won’t hurt me. But I’ll confess, by the time the auction is over, this lifelong book nerd is shaking in her high heels and itchy lace corset. And then I meet him. Sterling.

I'm the wrong guy for her. She's sunshine and cherry pie. I'm whiskey and fast cars. I'm also keeping one hell of a secret from the woman I've wanted for years. But when I find a list my sister left behind for Ruby, I've got no choice but to offer the sexy, big-hearted girl next door both a road trip and a chance. A chance to discover how big she can dream.

Two days after my boyfriend dumps me, my business goes belly up, and the sperm bank declines my credit card, a gorgeous rock star offers to whisk me away for two weeks of hot, steamy, all-expenses paid...therapy. I should say no. I’m not looking for a fling. I want a man who’ll be a father to the baby I’m desperate to conceive. Or, at the very least, a guy willing to knock me up before we go our separate ways.

Maxim Thorn is a ruthless Alpha, a mobster king who rules his pack with an iron fist. He’s also my only hope. As a shifter from the wrong side of the tracks who’s just been rejected by my abusive fated mate, I don’t have a lot of options in this city.

Maxim’s pack is under siege. His enemies will stop at nothing to lay claim to everything he holds dear. And thanks to an ancient prophecy, half the shifter world believes being mated to me (or my long-lost sister) is the key to unlimited power.

As a shifter from the wrong side of the tracks who’s just been rejected by my abusive fated mate, I don’t have a lot of options in this city. I have no choice but to make a deal with the devil. But that doesn’t mean I’m powerless. I have an ace up my sleeve, a bargaining chip Maxim can’t resist. He wants revenge on my pack leaders for poisoning his father, and I hold the key to his enemy’s destruction.

What to do when the male "escort" you hired to take your virginity turns out to be a jaded billionaire playing games with your body... and your heart? As a card-carrying Good Girl, I'm the last person anyone would expect to end up in a "Reverse Pretty Woman" situation... I'm the sweet, shy one, not the type to hire an escort to show her the ropes in the bedroom. I'm also not the type to lie to my family, sneak away to New York City for a week of no-holds-barred pleasure, or enjoy being told what a "good girl" I am when I get down on my knees for a gorgeous, commanding older man.

My fated mate and I are finally fighting on the same side, but our enemies have burrowed deeper into our pack than we ever imagined possible. Before we face my mad sister and her army, we’ll first have to free the minds of our own people.

Which is unfortunate considering we already slept together. Last night. In a panty-melting encounter that ended with our "down there" piercings getting stuck together, an emergency house call from a nurse with a shotgun—don't ask—and a promise to meet up again ASAP. (This time with less drama.) But now? Well, Drew McGuire isn't about to date the nanny. Which is smart, it really is… What's not smart is that I'm falling hopelessly in love with his precious little girl. And his giant, meddling family. And even the homicidal turkey currently stalking my ass like it's his job.

Pop quiz: You just banged a rock star you vowed to loathe until the end of time. What’s next? Hint: You don’t agree to be his fake girlfriend. And you certainly don’t fall in love.

My fiancée is a dreary little mouse, and I have no doubt we’ll make each other miserable if we go through with our arranged marriage. But I can’t dishonor my grandfather’s dying wish. Which leaves me one choice — make my sweet fiancée so miserable during our engagement festivities that she calls it quits. Operation Prince Charmless will get her out of my hair. And then I'm back to Sexy Single Ruler business as usual. Or that’s the plan…. But my fiancée is feistier than I remembered. Sexier, too. Looks like the Royal Package and I are in for more than we bargained for….

Note to self - do not bang your best guy friend in the limo on the way to the swanky Vegas hotel. I give myself very good advice. Too bad I suck at taking it. If only Colin and I hadn't drunk so much whiskey, if only I'd kept that red bikini in my suitcase, if only his evil ex-girlfriend hadn't come sniffing around making me feel territorial and protective. Not that my bad boy rock star best friend is any help. Walking around looking ridiculously sexy, telling me I'm perfect in that panty-melting voice of his when we both swore we’d never do anything to put our friendship at risk.

I hate my new roommate. And I want to do dirty, delicious things to her in that swing she installed that we both know has nothing to do with aerial yoga. Neither of which is good, considering Diana Daniels is my NHL team captain's little sister, and he will break my face if I'm not a perfect gentleman. I try to be. Really, I do. But Diana has all sorts of Jedi mind tricks to make a man obsessed with getting her into bed, and I'm not gonna lie - I fall for every single one of them.

So let me get this straight... For the next few days I’ve got myself a grumpy fake husband who’s also kind of my...bodyguard? I guess that’s a better way to spend the weekend than binge-watching reality television, especially since it’s kind of my fault we’re on the run from the mob and I need a protector.

But to be fair, Jake Hansen is no ordinary ex.=He’s the boy who taught me how to love, the breakup I never stopped regretting, and the only person in the world who hates me with the force of a thousand roaring house fires. Which is how I end up buying a month of Friday nights with the man. It’s the only way I can get him to stand still long enough for me to apologize. Jake makes it clear he would rather run headfirst into a burning building than spend time with me, but the longer we’re forced to play nice, the harder it is to pretend the old feelings aren’t still there.

To protect my baby, I'll totally make out with the enemy.... Yeah, he's that guy - my first love, Nash Geary, the heartbreaker I've spent a decade trying to forget. But now I'm back in Bliss River, facing an ugly custody battle with Mr. Bad Idea number two, and I'll do anything to keep my baby girl safe.

A slow-burn second-chance rom-com! She broke his heart 10 years ago. Now he's back - and her new boss. And she might still be semi in love with him. But that’s no problem, right? They can keep it professional. Until her grandmother gets involved. She’s thrilled to think that Whitney and Cam are still in love. And invites him to move in with her and Whitney. Of course, Whitney can handle that, too. Yeah, everything is fine. Just fine. Until Cam makes it clear that he’s all in. Having him back is very sweet, but can she really have it all? Or will it all crumble around her?

I came to London to plan a Christmas gala—not to end up half-naked under a streetlamp with a gorgeous stranger. And definitely not to find out, once the photos go viral, that he’s a member of the royal family. Now I’m a tabloid punchline, my client’s panicking, and my perfectly planned holiday has gone straight to scandal. The solution? Pretend we’re dating until the cameras lose interest. Simple. And nothing Emily Darling, social-media whizz, can’t handle. Except Oliver isn’t the snotty aristocrat I expected. He’s funny, kind, unfairly sexy—and a Christmas nerd just like me.

It was only supposed to be one time. But that red-hot one-night stand from the party? The sexy man in the suit who gave me more Os in a few hours than I've had in a year? Turns out my charming British stranger is keeping a little secret. He's as much of a whiz in the kitchen as he is in the bedroom, and soon, we'll be going head-to-head in NYC's biggest bake off. My one-time lover is now my enemy. I vow to loathe him for all eternity, though that would be easier if I wasn't dying to get naked with him again.