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I'm in love with my best friend, but Jessica O'Connor sees me as only a friend. The fact that we had sex once and it was bloody awful doesn't help. But she finally ended her engagement with Domhnall Sterling, the Scot she took up with two years ago. Do I have a chance now? Maybe. If I can show her that we have chemistry. The sort that will burn so hot she'll forget all about that damn Scot.

The sweetest lies are the most seductive.... Twelve years ago, I fell in love with Alex Thorne. He was beautiful, charming, sexy, and the best lover I'd ever had. He's also a bloody liar. Every word that comes out of his mouth is a half-truth, a con, or an evasion. Now I find out my dream job at a university in America is his way of pulling me back into his world. I will never, never fall under the spell of the British Bastard again. Catriona MacTaggart is the one that got away. The Scottish lass has fire in her soul and in her eyes, especially when she punches me.

She's off limits, but that's the hottest setup of all. I want a bit of fun, not a relationship, and I've come to New York to find that. When a mix-up forces me to share an apartment with a sexy little American, it sounds like my dream come true. Except Arden Clover Pesti is my almost sister-in-law's best friend, and she's a virgin. And slightly insane. I shouldn't touch her. But when she purrs that she loves my British accent and sashays around in her skimpy underwear.... Arden talks about auras and aliens and microwaves frying our brains.

I entertain naked people for a living. No, not that kind of entertainment. I own a nudist resort. I'm not a nudist, but Val Silva is. And he's a human supernova sleeping in the room next door. The man is tall, gorgeous, tattooed, and a shameless exhibitionist. As the Brazilian bad boy of the international football world, he's as famous for his sextape as for his talent on the field. Oh, did I mention he walks around naked all the time? A girl only has so much willpower. Maybe we can have a little fun...as long as his tabloid past doesn't mess with my quiet life.

Good-girl Erica Teague is out on bail, charged with a crime her ex-lover committed. A lifetime of sticking to the rules has left her broke, burned, and facing a trial and certain conviction, thanks to the evidence planted by her trust-funder ex. Desperate to experience one wild night of sizzling sex before her freedom is torn away from her, Erica heads to a notorious night club in search of a one-night stand - where a case of mistaken identity lands her in the arms of a hot Scot with a secret past.

A British single dad living in America. Four kids who need stability. A nanny looking for a new home. The thirteenth book in the Hot Brits series is coming in November! What can I say about my children? They’re wonderful and exasperating—and they’ve driven away every nanny I hired. With my ex-wife long gone, I’m just trying to keep my head above water, at work and at home. Then the nanny agency calls with brilliant news. They’ve found someone to care for my kids. Unfortunately, Jennifer Cordell is beautiful and sexy, and I haven’t had sex in years. Yes, that’s right—years.

My name is Spencer Halfenaked. Go on, snicker all you like. We Halfenakeds don't care. I've gotten used to the asinine jokes from morons who have surnames like Sallow and Birdwhistle. Now that I've gotten a promotion at work, I'm moving to America. I have my own office and an executive assistant. Tabitha Remington is an unusual woman—cheerful, clever, free spirited, and sexy as hell.

I'm burned out on love, work, and life. So when my sister suggests I spend two weeks at a Caribbean resort, I jump at the chance. My first day there, I meet him - a sexy, mysterious Brit who won't tell me his real name but who promises me one night of incredible pleasure. And whew, does he deliver. So maybe I do a little snooping. Maybe I even steal his wallet to find out his name. What? He won't tell me, and my scientist brain needs to know. But who is Richard Hunter?

I'm a computer nerd who can't keep a girlfriend, but now I've got the best job ever as assistant manager at Au Naturel Naturist Resort. As a naturist - aka nudist - I'm right at home here. Until Mara Severins shows up. She's wicked hot, but the girl thinks "naturist" means birdwatching, and when she catches her first glimpse of all the naked guests here, she freaks out. What else can I do? My job, that's what. I take care of the guests, which means I have to babysit Mara. It would help if I didn't develop an, um, embarrassing condition every time I see her.

How can a man who designs sex toys for a living be so awkward around women? My boss, Dane Dixon, is hot and British, a killer combination, but he can't look me in the eye and has never said more than five consecutive words to me. Until the day he calls me into his office and asks me to be his fake girlfriend. Um...what?

Calli Douglas has avoided romance for five years, bound by a promise she never should've made to a man she doesn't love. Now, he refuses to let her go. When she leaves her backwoods hideaway to attend her cousin's wedding, Calli has no intention of meeting a man. But fate has other plans - in the form of one scorching-hot Scotsman.

Why did I move to another country on the other side of an ocean? To shake up my life. I accepted a job as marketing director of a boutique whisky distillery in the Scottish Highlands. But I have bigger problems than knowing nothing about whisky. My boss, Thane Buchanan, is gorgeous and sexy—and I have no self-control when I’m around him.

My name is Kendall—only Kendall. No one knows my full name, and I will never share that information. For 17 years, I've worked for the Parrish family as their butler, a job that requires more than simply answering the door. I manage the household, maintaining order and propriety.

She wasn't happy anymore, and that was my fault. Instead of fighting for us, I filed for divorce. Wasn't that what she wanted? I'm still in love with Vanessa. We might be middle-aged now, and maybe she refuses to speak to me, but I have a plan to win her back. It's insane, but I don’t care. I've secretly booked a vacation for her at an adults-only nudist resort on a South Pacific island—the same one where I'll be staying. If that doesn't shake up our relationship, nothing will. She thinks she won a tropical getaway. When she finds out I deceived her.... I'll worry about that later.

Everyone thinks they know me, but they're wrong. I have a secret. My friends and family think I earn a living writing technical manuals, but the truth couldn't be more different. I, Owen Metzger, love writing steamy romance novels. Shh, don't tell anybody....

Never talk to a naked man in the woods. I learned that lesson when my solo kayaking trip in the Wyoming wilderness turned into a disaster. The Scottish beast who saved me insists on taking me back to his cabin, where there's no cell service and no one around for miles. And his car is broken. My savior has a deliciously hot body, but I don’t like men with long hair and scruffy beards.

I awoke one day on a beach in Northern California with no memory of who I am or how I got here. But a group of refugees from the apocalypse took me in. After two months in the camp they call Sanctuary, I still can't remember anything.

I want Errol Murdoch—as my business partner, nothing more. The man has traveled the world searching for things no one else can find and solving riddles no one else can crack. Only a treasure hunter like him can help me find a hoard that archaeologists claim doesn't exist. I have my reasons for fighting to prove them wrong, and I won't stop until I've succeeded. Errol is explosive in so many ways, but his hot body will not distract me from my goal. No way.

The fae Tris can't seem to find his place in the world—either world, mortal or elemental. All his friends are married, but he can't get a date, much less get laid. When he bumps into a hot girl, she's not interested in sex or dating. Now a series of bizarre disasters has led Tris to suspect he's been cursed. After all, he is the 13th child in his family, born on the 13th day of the 13th month in the fae calendar. He might also have accidentally ticked off a few too many elementals. Add in his job as the guardian of a coveted healing vortex, and yeah, he's screwed.

Iain MacTaggart is the hottest man on earth. I love his accent, his intelligence, and his rugged good looks. I need him to kiss me, but he always shies away from that. I get that I'm younger and that bothers him. But the deeper I fall for Iain, the less I care about what's right or wrong. Then I finish my final exams, and I'm technically no longer a student. One night changes everything—and ruins us both. But I get a surprise not long after Iain vanishes from my life. Will he ever know the secret I keep? Only fate knows the answer.