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Bumping into my three ex-Seal one-night stands from years ago, now living next door? Yep, our fresh start just turned into a wild complication for me and my son. Life as a single mom in Lilyfield seemed simple until my past walked back in—Justin, Ben, and Mason, the men from a long-ago wild night, reappeared. Justin's tender care contrasts with his fierce passion, making every moment with him a whirlwind of emotion. Ben, with his commanding presence and protective nature, stirs something deep within me. And Mason, whose quiet strength and understanding complements the trio perfectly.

He’s my art professor. I’m his student. With an electric connection and undeniable chemistry, I know it won’t be long until one of us cracks. When the opportunity arose to pose nude for a life drawing workshop, I couldn’t help the thrill of knowing he’d be watching. While everyone else looked past me with their eyes narrowed and concentrated, drawing only the lines and angles of my body, he saw right through me down to my vulnerability. Professor Hampton looked at me like he wanted to do more than look at me. He saw more than just the physical aspects—he saw me.

My life was fine. I worked, went home, and spent time with my best friend. Until I gained some unwanted attention, that is. To keep me safe, my childhood crush hides me away with him and his two roommates, who are also ridiculously attractive. Can I stay here for weeks without falling for one of them... or all of them?

Hours of second chance romance, best friends-to-lovers, grumpy-sunshine, and dating the coach’s daughter…all in the second, oh-so-bingable, Bad Motherpuckers box set.

After finding out the baby his fiancée is carrying is not biologically his, Theo Reeves leaves town and vows to never come back. That is until, 22 years later he returns to handle his late mother’s estate. The hatred of being back in his hometown drives him to a dive bar just outside city limits. A night he planned on spending alone and drinking away the memories, is interrupted by a blonde half his age he can't help but be drawn to. Something about her green eyes and the way she despises this town nearly as much as he does, has him wanting to make some reckless decisions.

I am a researcher. I read books, conduct experiments, and live quietly on the fringes of the orc town. All I want is peace, quiet, and a female to satisfy the wild urges of my orc body so they don't distract me from my work. Getting a human wife through the Temple seems like a logical solution—until I bring her home and she starts sowing chaos. She moves my books, cuts my herbs to make bouquets, and replaces the blessed silence with laughter and song. For such a tiny person, she can be very loud. And opinionated.

Sheriff Henry Wilder holds together a town full of broken lives and bitter secrets, but none of the damage cuts deeper than the woman who lives just thirty-six yards away—who hasn't dared meet his eyes in ten years. Louisiana Wright never left Thunder Ridge. She left him. Because she's convinced she's poison—a barren woman with nothing left to give, a heart hardened by pain, a future shattered before it began. In a move no one saw coming, Henry claims Lou as his fiancée. One lie. One ring. One reckless gamble to hold on to the only family they have left.

Baylor "Wizard" Chadwick didn't think he'd fall hard and fast for a woman like a few of his club brothers had recently done. Not until the Hounds of Hellfire tech expert saw Thea Drummond's photo during a background check.

You know when you see that big red flag, and you think to yourself, I should probably not go anywhere near there? Yeah, Quincy Carter ignored that big red flag. He walked right up to that red flag, waving blatantly in the wind, and kissed the holy hell out of her. Sure, he probably should've arrested her for breaking a restraining order. He probably also should've stopped her from continuing to break that restraining order. Yet he can't.

He calls me prey. I call him a bully. Sebastian Arturo isn't just cruel, he's downright terrifying. With piercing green eyes, a body made for doing very bad things, and a charming demeanor, it's no wonder everyone thinks the world of him everyone except me. When I wake up with pieces of my memory missing, he's the only one who can give me answers. But he doesn't give me answers; instead, he tells me to stop asking questions, or else.

Inheriting the Everhart Inn was never part of my plan, but here I am—back in Twilight Harbor, staring down the past I ran from. And the first people I run into… Ethan was my first love. My biggest mistake. He's bigger, broodier, and even more gorgeous than I remember. Tyler is the reformed bad boy with a cocky grin and hands that can fix everything. And Brodie is the man who unravels me with a single look—and everything an Omega dreams of.

Golden boy. Party king. Trust fund brat. That's what they call me—Lee Sterling, Oakmount University's favorite disaster. Everyone thinks they know me, but they only see what I let them. I’m the guy who can charm his way out of anything and never takes life seriously. But it's all a ruse. They don't see the mask I wear or the cage of family expectations slowly threatening to suffocate me.

My name is Kit Salazar, and all of my dreams just came true. I'm a romance writer, and my debut novel is going to be the summer's hottest movie for two very big reasons: Rafe Burdock and Grant Stone. They're Hollywood's hottest actors. Any project they take on turns to gold, and, somehow, they're starring in a movie based on my book.

My three neighbors are not just sexy billionaires—they're also single dads who know exactly what they want. And apparently, they all want me. The plan was simple: friendly neighbors and casual BBQs. But Chase, Bear, and Smith—three irresistible billionaire dads—had a different idea. A sultry BBQ under the stars quickly turns into an intoxicating mix of desire and danger. Chase pulls me into his orbit, Bear shields me with his strength, and Smith's games leave me gasping for air. Every laugh shared and glance exchanged fans the flames of a deeper connection, threatening to expose us.

It should be easy: Avenge his family by destroying the daughter of the man who ruined his life. Lilith. The beautiful, spoiled Omega daughter of a monster. He wants to take her. Break her. End her. But she threatens to tear at his heart and melt the ice that has frozen his soul. Revenge should be simple. Yet his obsession with her is anything but.

Morrigan St. Pete. The woman that’d been hounding my every step since the day she was born. From the moment we first comforted each other in the hospital to the day that I left her to follow her dreams, I knew that she was my one.

Liches are almost gone, only a handful of us left. I must marry to keep my race from extinction, yet how? No living female will ever stoop so low as to marry a lich. People fear us. They say we are the harbingers of death, bad luck, rot, and decomposition. In one last bid to carry out my duty, I request a wife through the Temple. She turns out to be a neglected, sickly thing with trembling hands and downcast eyes, seeking an arranged marriage out of despair. And she's perfect.

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.

Sanctuary is more than a band—it's a home for the lost and broken. No one knows that better than Ryker, the lead singer of the newly rising rock band. It seems he is unable to go even one day without being in the spotlight, and not always for good reasons. From run-ins with his label to arrests and a long line of broken hearts, it seems this rock god is determined to enjoy fame.

Running away from my disastrous career to an island off the Florida coast wasn't part of my summer plans, but life hasn't been cooperative lately, anyway. At least here, I can hide away and figure out how to untangle the mess I've gotten myself into. One thing is certain: my A-list status and title of America's Sweetheart are long gone, and they're probably never coming back. I'll just remain on this island until the worst of it blows over. Until the gossip magazines move on to another juicy topic. Until the paparazzi lose interest.