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Girl meets a handsome stranger, gets swept off her feet, and has the best night of her life. Sounds like a dream, right? If only... When I wake up the next morning in a stunning penthouse overlooking the Seattle waterfront to a note saying, “have a safe flight back to Chicago,” his message is loud and clear: One and done. Famous last words. Guess who’s waiting to greet me on the first day at my new job? It turns out the mega-rich Asher Kingcaid is far from one and done.

Have you ever loved anyone so much that you’d give them up at the expense of your own happiness? No? Well, I did. Okay, that’s not the first lie I’ve ever told myself. I fought tooth and nail for the only man I’ll ever love, but in the end, I had to concede defeat. Even now, seven years later, the cruel words Ryker uttered the morning after he took my virginity still wield the power to shatter the remains of my heart. Yet fate has a way of shaping our lives. No matter how hard we fight for a different outcome.

Fifty million dollars. That's how much my sister's freedom cost. She's moved on. I haven't. I think about the horror of her kidnapping every day. Every hour. Every goddamn second. Someone has to pay. Yet despite my relentless searching, each road leads to a dead end. Until a chance meeting with my secret high school crush changes everything. She promises answers where I only have questions. She vows to support me on my quest for justice. Except I'm on a path to self-destruction, and if she's not careful, I'll take her down with me.

Six months ago, I escaped from a monster in the dead of night, our five-year-old daughter asleep in my arms. Desperate and rapidly running out of cash, my luck finally turns when I land a bartending job at a swanky Los Angeles nightclub. The owner is difficult, moody, and relentless in his crusade for perfection. But it’s not hard work that scares me. It’s the burgeoning swell of desire that consumes me every time our eyes meet across the crowded dance floor. But if I’m damaged, he’s wrecked. The truth is, we can’t run from our pasts.

If I wrote an autobiography about my life right now, I’d call it Blackmailed by the Billionaire. Ruthless, callous, and self-serving are the nicest words to describe the powerful CEO who wants what’s mine. He’ll use any method at his disposal to emerge victorious—including coercion. Too bad. He’ll soon learn I’m not like the others he’s manipulated to bend to his will. Those bully tactics won’t work on me. He has nothing of worth to offer. Until tragedy strikes and, like a vulture, he swoops in and rips apart my life.

Wanted: Companion for a reclusive billionaire. Apply online now. It should be so easy. A twelve-month contract with a fat bonus at the end—providing I don't quit. Except when something looks too good to be true, it usually is. Little did I know how interwoven my life is with his. Saving him might cure my own crushing guilt. Or it could break us both. The question is—am I brave enough to find out?

When my BFF asks me to be her maid of honor, I’m, well, honored. Until she introduces me to the best man and I realize we’ve already met, just this morning when…wait for it…I accidentally spilled a cup of OJ all over his pristine designer suit. Not my finest hour, but he didn’t have to be a dick about it, either. And now—God help me—I’m forced to spend five days on a paradise island with a guy who’s the complete opposite of me. He’s bossy, a clean freak, and hates tardiness. I’m sassy, messy, and will turn up late to my own funeral. But if I dig real deep, there are some similarities.

Two years ago, the perfect woman walked into my life—on the arm of my brother. From the moment I saw Trinity Lane, I wanted her. Despite the absolute contempt I have for my brother, there's a code, one I won't break. Not even the night she lands on my doorstep a quivering wreck and refuses to tell me a damn thing… Or when he comes looking for her with guilt in his eyes. Sometimes, our choices have a habit of exploding in our faces. None more so than the one I made by letting her walk away. It's the last mistake I'll make. I'll shatter all the rules to keep her safe—and keep us both alive.

What’s your worst day ever? Mine is getting fired and discovering my boyfriend cheating on me on the same day. At least, I thought that was as bad as it could get. It turns out I was wrong. Only someone with my kind of luck could arrive at an interview for a job I desperately need and then discover my potential new boss is the guy I drunk-kissed the other night. An unsolicited—and unwanted—kiss if the way he recoiled is any indication. I don’t expect him to offer me the job as a nanny to his seven-year-old daughter. I mean, who wants a drunken harlot taking care of something so precious?

Patrick Mahoney erased my bloodline in one brutal night. His answer to my father's betrayal? Total annihilation. But he missed one. Me. Instead of finishing the job, he's claimed me—bound me to him with a ring instead of a bullet. Now I'm trapped in a marriage forged in blood and vengeance with my family's executioner. For him, it's a strategy, a twisted merger of violence and power. For me, it's survival. But grief hasn't made me meek—it's made me dangerous. I fight him at every turn—his cruelty with defiance, his dominance with rebellion.

Music star Silver Lawson has it all—except her freedom. Thrust into the spotlight six years ago at the tender age of sixteen, pop sensation Silver is the envy of teenage girls all over the globe. But beneath the public persona lies a woman whose demons run deep. Royal Marine veteran Cruise "Crew" Garrett only has to survive three months guarding the diva who pushes buttons he didn't know he possessed. As he peels back the layers to the real woman beneath her superstar image, he uncovers a well of dark secrets amid a sickening past.

A year ago, Honor Reid was kidnapped and held hostage for seventeen days. Freed in a ransom drop gone wrong, her ordeal has lasting consequences. Despite round-the-clock security, she lives in fear of her abductor returning to finish the job. Royal Marine veteran Aiden "Mack" McKenzie is struggling with his own demons. He isn't interested in a babysitting job on the other side of the Atlantic, especially for a damaged billionaire heiress who point-blank refuses to leave her house. When the man Mack owes his life to pleads with him to take the job, Mack reluctantly agrees.

After enduring an exhausting year, two weeks in the south of France is exactly what Hope Devlin needs. Sun, sea, sand, and relaxation. Romance is not in the cards—until a handsome stranger muscles his way into her life. He's cocky, blunt, unapologetic, and oh-so-sexy. There's just one problem: Hope's future is already mapped out, and her new lover isn't part of the plan.

Lost in a cloud of grief, Destiny Rivers abandons her dreams in pursuit of redemption. The music in her mind plays a solemn tune riddled with loss—that of her best friend and the only man she ever loved. She blames herself. Royal Marine veteran Loris Winslow blames her, too. Her fatal error caused the death of his beloved sister. When Destiny turns to Loris for protection, he refuses her plea for help. Too late, he realizes his catastrophic mistake.

A moment of weakness ruins everything that Liberty Sullivan holds dear. The worst part of it? She has no one to blame but herself. With her marriage in tatters, she returns to her hometown in rural Scotland with her daughter.

Cuando mi exprometido tuvo las narices de invitarme a su boda, mi primera reacción fue contestarle: «Va a ser que no». Pero entonces mi mejor amigo, Kadon Kingcaid, me propuso una idea mejor: que él me acompañara como mi nuevo novio, más rico y más guapo. De locos, ¿verdad? He sido modelo de pasarela, nunca actriz. Aun así, solo eran tres días. Podía fingir estar enamorada durante un fin de semana si con ello podía cobrarme mi ansiada venganza.

Conocí a mi alma gemela cuando yo tenía ocho años y él, seis. Cuando cumplí doce me pidió que me casara con él. Cuando celebré mi decimosexto cumpleaños me regaló un anillo hecho con margaritas. Al marcharme a la universidad, a los dieciocho, lloró. Y a los veinticuatro me rompió el corazón. Lo destrozó en mil pedazos. Sin embargo, este no es el final de la historia. Una década después nos hemos visto obligados a reencontrarnos, y mi futuro vuelve a estar en sus manos. Solo que esta vez tengo más años y más experiencia. Finge ser inocente, pero yo sé la verdad.

Hace seis meses escapé de un monstruo en plena noche con mi hija de cinco años dormida entre mis brazos. Desesperada y casi sin dinero, mi suerte cambió al fin cuando conseguí un trabajo de camarera en una discoteca de moda de Los Ángeles. El propietario es difícil, tiene mal carácter y está obsesionado con que todo sea perfecto, pero el trabajo duro no es lo que me asusta, sino el deseo arrollador que me con- sume cada vez que nuestras miradas se cruzan a través de la abarrotada pista de baile.

La novia está impresionante. El novio, de infarto. Una lástima que el padrino sea un imbécil de campeonato. Cuando mi mejor amiga me pide que sea su dama de honor, me siento halagada, claro. Pero solo hasta que me presenta al padrino y me doy cuenta de que ya nos conocemos, justo de esa mañana, cuando… espera… le tiré por accidente un vaso de zumo de naranja encima de su perfecto traje a medida.

Tras otra entrevista de trabajo desastrosa, me meto en un bar y pido un buen gin-tonic para ahogar mis penas. Lo que ocurre a continuación es que acabo ahogándome en el hombre fascinante y cautivador que hay sentado a mi lado en la barra. Nuestras indirectas son eléctricas, la química es innegable, y algo parece encajar desde el principio. Cuando me despierto sola en su lujoso ático con vistas a la bahía de Seattle y me encuentro una nota en la que me desea un buen viaje de vuelta a Chicago, su mensaje me queda claro como el agua: no va a haber una segunda vez.