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One minute you’re a struggling graphic designer in L.A. who's finally coming to terms with being single forever, and the next, you're flying to New York in a private jet to get engaged to your ex-boyfriend’s older brother. At least...that’s what everyone thinks. Forced to clean up his playboy image in order to protect his company, Beckham Sinclair, the city’s most eligible billionaire bachelor, wants me to be his fake fiancée and personal assistant. Now I'm spending every spare second with a man I thought I’d never see again.

What happens is that you get “make out with strangers and pee in a parking lot” drunk. Tie the knot with a guy you just met. Then *allegedly* participate in depraved group activities with him and his friends in the honeymoon suite of a five-star hotel. But that’s not even the worst part.

I'm the unapproachable NHL captain with a reputation for chewing up reporters in interviews, forwards on the ice, and shutting down anyone who tries to get close to me. And that's how I like it—no feelings, no complications, and zero chance of reliving the grief I experienced when my wife passed away seven years ago. But sometimes the best laid plans go up in flames, and that's exactly what Collins Mackenzie does when she strolls into a bar one post-game night and gives me a taste of the cold shoulder I've bestowed on all those around me.

I wasn’t looking for love. Not when I was still trying to figure out how to let anyone in. But Sophie Prescott makes it impossible to keep my walls up— because somehow, she feels like the home I’ve always been searching for.

Harlow Dawson went through something terrible while working a case in Los Angeles. She fell in love. To be fair, the love part wasn’t so bad, but the betrayal left her devastated and in police custody. She returned home to decide how to move forward. One thing was for certain. Her life wouldn’t include Jensen Wiley.

It was only supposed to be one-hot-night in Vegas with a total stranger. We even agreed not to exchange names or occupations. So how in the hell did I end up in Seattle standing on the front stoop of his mansion as the new live-in nanny two weeks later? Well, turns out Karma works quick because I stole something that night off the sexy stranger's nightstand before I snuck out of his room without saying goodbye and now, I'm going to pay for it.

Michael Gallo found his calling in life; he wants to kick ass. He works at Inked as a piercer, but spends his mornings training and dreaming of winning an UFC championship. Michael is on the road to achieving his goal when a chance encounter alters his world forever. The title is no longer enough; he must capture the woman of his dreams.

He's watching me again. The dragonborn warrior—a stranger. What does he want from me? I search my memories, desperate to place that face… those dangerous eyes. But nothing comes. The councilors are losing patience. I'm running out of time. As the heiress to the Red Queen, I must name one of the clan leaders as my future husband. But all I can think about is him.

Zane and Maggie have been living a lie...A marriage that’s not really a marriage. A relationship that’s about as f--ked-up as they come. A secret that’s going to kill them both if they don’t sort their sh*t out, stat. And now they’re going on tour with Dirty. As the band’s assistant manager, Maggie knows she has to keep it professional - and keep away from her “husband” on the road.

Cravings and fantasies become her new routine, but while Loren Hale recovers from his alcohol addiction, Lily wonders if he'll realize what a monster she really is. After all, her sexual compulsions begin to rule her life the longer she stays faithful to him. Progress. That's what Lily's striving for. But by trying to become closer to her family—people who aren't aware of her addiction—she creates larger obstacles. When she spends time with her youngest sister, she learns more about her than she ever imagined and senses an unsettling connection between Daisy and Ryke Meadows.

Ivy Noelle Winter is content with being a thirty-one-year-old unbonded omega with no prospects of a pack. She adores teaching fifth grade, she has wonderful friends—and that baking show marathon isn't going to watch itself. Until a snowstorm and power outage traps Ivy in her classroom after hours… with three men. Rome, the new alpha music teacher. James, the flirtatious beta vet he's bonded to. And Logan, the town's grumpy alpha electrician. Their scents call to Ivy and her body answers, setting off her first-ever mini-heat.

He's back. Not just back in town, but living in the flat right beneath mine. And he looks good enough to eat, which is just one more reason to stay away from him. But I can't resist. The sex is incredible (pretty sure we've shaken the house right off its foundation), but he can't fool me - not this time. A degree in marketing and five years in advertising have taught me that "true love" is a fairy tale used to sell lipstick, diamonds, and perfume. It doesn't exist. He thinks I'm wrong, and he wants to prove it. I think he's crazy, so I dare him to try.

Can you imagine a World Series champion not having a date to his high school reunion? Pathetic, huh? Insert weekend trip and fake date with a single mom. I didn't become a professional athlete by chance. I took command of every aspect of my life. But now I can't control my feelings about my gorgeous fake girlfriend—especially when she's standing there wearing nothing but my college t-shirt, telling off my ex, or being mom of the year to the coolest kid I know. I'm a man who needs control, and right now—I have none.

Dr. Russell has a bad reputation around our hospital. I try to avoid him and his temper at all costs. It’s just as easy to admire his sexy, grip-it-while-he’s-ravishing-you hair and chiseled jaw from a healthy distance. Unfortunately, my plan crumbles when my trusty ol’ boss decides to swap his white coat for a Hawaiian shirt. His retirement leaves me with two terrible options: Switch specialties and spend months retraining or take an open position as Dr. Russell’s surgical assistant.

Cooper Bennett is my best friend. That's all he is and all he ever will be. Nothing will change that. Accidentally seeing him naked? Please. So not a big deal. Having less-than-tame thoughts? I mean, have you seen this guy? Who could blame me? Kissing him? It was a one-time mistake, and it will not be repeated. Falling into bed with him? Uh-oh.

I knew it was a mistake to kiss my best friend’s brother—especially behind my boyfriend’s back. In my defense, I had a crush on Johnny for years. But that was before I realized how much I hated him.

Hannah Clarke’s world crumbles when her fiancé announces their breakup in a headline declaring himself Hockey’s Most Eligible Bachelor. Now, she’s picking up the pieces with three simple rules: no distractions, no love, and absolutely no hockey players. But a kiss at All-Star Weekend changes everything. Not just any kiss. One with Ryan Logan, her best friend and her ex’s rival.

Do I have feelings for my sister's best friend? Of course not. That would be stupid, considering my sister once threatened to castrate me if I ever hurt Val. Hurting her is the last thing I want to do, which is all the more reason I can't have feelings for her. Val deserves the world, and I'm not the man who can give it to her. When Val announces she's leaving town (and the country), I'm suddenly confronted with some very capital-F Feelings—ones that refuse to stay stuffed down deep where I've hidden them for more years than I care to admit.

Savannah Abbott was my best friend growing up, and the reason I could be the best version of myself. But then, without warning, she was gone. And my life began unravelling the day she left. My guard went up, and my ability to trust people disappeared. But now, Savannah is back in Magnolia Falls, and she’s acting like I’m the enemy. That is, until she needs a favour. A temporary husband.

One night of fun turns into a morning of regret when I wake up hungover, fully clothed, and next to muscle-bound wide receiver Ty Matthews… and a phone full of evidence of our Elvis-ordained nuptials. Talk about bad choices: I can be kicked off the team for talking to a football player, much less marrying one. After a night of spilling my darkest secrets, even playboy Ty knows exactly how to persuade me to stay married to him—he promises to fund my small business dreams if I convince his parents we're together. Our so-called agreement is already off to a crazy start.