He was a jerk, but she loved him; that was the first problem. The second? He was her stepbrother. Dante Hix. An alpha male. A billionaire at 21. A god. It had been three years already, and she still wasn't over him. What the hell was she thinking going back again now?

Nia Simone Bijou is a woman who has it all - and is driven by the desire for more. Born in Trinidad, reared in Los Angeles, living in Atlanta, Nia is a writer, a thinker, and a woman in conflict. She's dealing with two sides of her Gemini self, feeling as if there are two women living inside her, both struggling for domination.

Alice Wu is at Camp Rewind only because her therapist thinks it'll help her overcome the social anxiety she's battled since childhood. She's not sure she believes that theory, but will try anything to make a real friend. A casual fling would also be nice, but she's not holding her breath. Rosa Salazar hopes camp will be an escape from a life permanently altered. Alice and Rosa soon discover that at Camp Rewind, anything is possible. Even an unlikely friendship that swiftly becomes something more.

British ad exec Dylan Locke isn't looking for love. He isn't looking for fate. He's definitely not looking for Audrey Lind. She's pretty, far too young, and overly romantic - in short, exhausting. But when the girl, young enough to be his daughter, literally lands in his lap and asks for his expertise, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested. In her body, in her innocence, in her philosophy. In the kind of kismet that starts with kisses. But Audrey isn't looking for love either - she's looking for lessons, and she's certain Dylan knows everything she needs to learn.

New York Times best-selling author Eric Jerome Dickey returns to a character he created in his celebrated novel of erotic daring, Pleasure. Four years have passed in the life of Nia Simone Bijou, and she is approaching the height of her artistic powers. A film she has written is poised for international success, the studio is eager for a sequel, and the media are fascinated by her work. Yet her imaginative mind is wandering.

Young love lost. Two hearts in limbo. An unbreakable bond. A love story for the ages.

Cassidy Burke has the best of both worlds - a driven and successful husband and a wild, impulsive best friend. But after a decadent Mardi Gras party, Cassidy finds both men pulling away from her. Did the three of them awaken secret desires during a split second of alcohol-fueled passion? Or is Mardi Gras a time when rules are meant to be broken without consequence? Only one thing is for certain: the chill that's descended over her marriage and her most important friendship will soon turn into a deep freeze if she doesn't do something. And soon.

I have been immersed in criminal activity from the day I was born. I was bred for the sole purpose of carrying on my father's reign of terror. I was born into the Bratva, and I would die in the Bratva. It was my destiny. I learned how to spot a fighter from a very early age, and Kathleen had that fighting spirit inside her. I wasn't sure what her story was, but she piqued my curiosity. In my gut, I also knew I'd left my mark on her. She'll never be the same, never recover from unwittingly drawing my attention.

I can summon any woman with a look. They want me, but there's only one I crave. Vanessa. I shouldn't have let her slip away. She answers the door wearing next to nothing. I can't tear my eyes away from her. A short silk kimono skims her thighs. The delicate robe falls open. She's teasing me. Lace panties and a push-up bra lifts her breasts like an offering. I haven't seen her in years. I've never seen her like this. I never knew that under her clothes she had the body of a goddess.

Josie Jackson was growing tired of a constant stream of yawn-inducing blind dates, courtesy of her dear, meddling sister. But Nick Harris wasn’t the stuffy, straitlaced workaholic that Josie had come to expect. In fact, he was just the opposite—tall, dark, and ready to give little Miss Josie Jackson a night to remember.

What would you do if an irresistibly desirable but utterly untouchable woman whispered to you, "If you want me, you'll have to come and get me?'" That's exactly the situation that Elliott Foster, CEO of Foster MacKenzie, finds herself in when she meets the alluring Lauren Collier, Chief Legal Counsel of a Fortune 500 company. Elliott never has a shortage of attractive women willing to share her bed, and she doesn't care if they are attracted to her or just her money.

Coyle O'Caha, a seven-hundred-year-old immortal, druid sorcerer, is a famed warrior among his kind and a legendary ladies' man - but that doesn't mean he hasn't spent his life looking for his soulmate. That one woman who will make him feel whole. When Deri walks into his seaside pub, clearly running from something or someone, it's all he can do to not sweep her off her feet and claim her right then and there. It's as if the goddess is mocking him. Not only is his mate immune to his charms and his magik, she's human.

In the aftermath of a major health scare, Pepper Holts makes the relief-inspired decision to seize the day. Unfortunately, most of her "seizing" involves a bit of merlot and her best friend's pants! After a shared night of passion, she realizes that her feelings for Jax are a lot more complicated than she ever thought.

Stella Spencer is grateful for any job she can get after her divorce, even if it's at her friend's exclusive club. And Club Volare proves the perfect place to hide while she mends a shattered heart - until she interrupts an auction scene, and the powerful Sheikh Bashir al Aziz bin Said decides that Stella is the woman that he wants.

Fynn: I caught the silhouette of a woman out of the corner of my eye when I was carrying out an execution. She could have been a spy, so I had no choice but to follow her. When I cornered her in an abandoned house, I knew I had to have her. Anya: I'm just trying to survive this bloody war. When I heard men's voices on the other side of the fence, I couldn't help but be curious. The sound of gunshots sent me scurrying back to my camp. I never expected to be followed.