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Her life is full of structure, routine, and organization. Settled, comfortable, and content, corporate accountant Caroline Milton loves knowing what to expect every minute of every day. More importantly, she loves knowing her life is what she pictures it to be and not what she came from. The Catawba Hellions VP is a wild one, refusing to be tamed. His motto - "hit it, get it, and go; no repeats" - guarantees a new woman in his bed nightly.

I still don't know how to tell my dad that I'm dating my stepsister. I don't know if I can ever tell him. He's already voiced his disapproval, whether he realizes it or not. With more and more people trying to interfere, it's getting harder to keep this a secret, though....

I don't know when it happened. I didn't think it'd ever happen. I can't lose her. I can't even imagine losing her. Rule number six: This is supposed to be fun. Understand? He's my bad boy and I'm his good girl. And, yes, he's my stepbrother and I'm his stepsister.

He came into her life when she least expected it. Stopping her from watching her life pass her by to loving every minute of it. She got everything she didn't know she wanted but now it's all being threatened. Now she's left in a world of uncertainty with more questions than answers.

Kit Carlyle isn’t just some woman. Beautiful? Yep. Seductive? Damn straight. She’s also my best friend and my coworker. But when her cousin dies and leaves her with a long-as-hell and sexy bucket list, Kit turns to me for a helping hand. What can I say? I’m a sucker for a woman in need. Besides, I’m not about to let another man steal away my girl, occupy her bed, or fill my shoes. But as the stakes get higher and the items become hotter, I’ll have to face the toughest challenge of all: admitting I want more than Kit’s friendship. I want to make her mine.

I've been pretending for so long it's become normal. To the average person, I have it all… a multi-million-dollar contract to play baseball, four homes, and—if I choose—my pick of any gorgeous woman on my arm. The only problem? The one woman I want—no, need—in my life completely erased me from her memory when we were only teens.

Who needs a white picket fence anyway? Happily ever after - what a joke! I tried that once and ended up divorced. Now, I only want one thing from men. Charlie Nelson is good at giving me that one thing. Really, really good. So good, in fact, I discovered a new side of myself. I never knew I liked to watch until I saw his talented hands touching someone else. I never knew I liked to be watched until I felt his searing gaze on me. Maybe happily ever after isn't always a white picket fence, wedding bells, and two-and-a-half kids. Maybe it's something a bit more...unconventional.

Normally, I was more of a cat person. As in, if I had to choose who lives, I'm going to take the cat nine times out of 10. It's not that I particularly like cats, I just don't particularly like most people. My neighbor wasn't most people. He lived in the apartment across the hall, and he was your typical, buttoned-up, fancy shoes, smells like a Calvin Klein commercial, looks like he actually flosses kind of guy. I mean, seriously? Wasn't flossing just made up by dentists so they could go on their little power trips once every six months?

She wasn't looking for love. She wasn't looking for a happily ever after. But dating in the dark gave her both. Or so she thought. Now, with a broken heart and an unexpected surprise, she doesn't know if she'll ever find her way back to both again.

You know how people say they woke up in Vegas married and you're like, how the hell could that possibly happen? Who does that? Well, us, apparently...and the press is having a field day. Let's not even get started on the topic of my mother. Then there's my grandpa wanting to meet my new husband - that's not scary at all. On top of that, we're heading out on tour, and I'm a nervous wreck. Did I mention that Jesse's newly changed marital status doesn't seem to be an issue for the groupies?

In three years, I've poured my heart and soul into the Sarasota Sharks. My goal? To make them winners in all respects of the word. Now my mission's accomplished, the team and staff respect me, and not because my father owns the team. Sounds great, right? But what do I do now? I have no personal life, and after my last horrifically failed relationship, I am not looking to strike out. My heart's only got one last chance at swinging for love and I'm not ready to miss. Then she walked in.

Cassie Michaels comes up with a list of naughty experiences to impress her sisters and finally convince them - and herself - she's not just a boring soil scientist. Unfortunately, it also makes Cassie a liar if she doesn't tick off at least some of the kinky exploits before her sister's bachelorette party. Luckily, she's found just the man to help her, starting with number four - sex with an anonymous stranger.

My hot, fiercely protective best friend Landon just dropped to one knee in the middle of the Bellagio with the perfect solution to all my problems. After an unexpected diagnosis and a run of bad luck, I'm officially down and out. That is until my best friend of two decades offers me his name… and his health insurance. We're in Vegas for someone else's wedding. The last thing I ever expected was a proposal of my own—especially from Landon, my rock, my closest friend, even when we're miles apart.

This ballerina will dance just for me. I am my own man and I won’t end up like my brother - tamed and chained to one woman forever. But I like a good challenge. A challenge like her. Sara may embody the pure and innocent swan on stage, but this blue-eyed doll can’t hide the little nymph she really is. I've never seen a naked ballerina before, and I crave the lithe body of this one.

I used to be a normal wife and mother with a perfectly happy life. Now I'm a divorced single mom who spent a night in jail after breaking into the hair salon my ex's mistress owns. What can I say? Not my proudest moment.

After a divorce from her cheating football player ex, PR whiz Kim Matlock would rather drive a pine tree through her walled-off heart than work at the Seattle Wedding Expo. And the last thing she expects is to be grabbed and kissed breathless by a hot giant of a man looking to fend off a stalker. She doesn't want emotional entanglements, but she can't say no to one scorching night with the sexy stranger. To her shock, she finds out afterward that a) he's a pro football player, a.k.a. her kryptonite, and b) she's pregnant.

One year ago, I walked away from everything I knew and all the lies I’d been told. For the first time in my life, I was free from the constraints put on me by power hungry men, who twist faith and devotion into fear and control. All to feed their own egos. Now my sister’s ready to leave, too, but the only one who can help me save her is a ghost from my past. One who’s haunted my thoughts more than I’d like to admit.

If I didn't love her, I would kill her. I'd kill her for so much, but mostly for hiding my kid from me. For up and running, and choosing to keep my daughter out of my life. She doesn't just belong to Melody. She's mine, too, and Melody doesn't get to keep her to herself. She said she ran because of me, because of what I did. I can't blame her for that. I f--ked up, and I might have lost the most important woman in my life, but I refuse to lose my daughter. Not when we haven't even had a chance. Will fighting for my daughter lead me to winning back my girl's heart?

When professional rodeo cowboy Beck Ballantyne returns home to Marietta, Montana, nothing goes as planned. His granddad, flanked by his three determined daughters, announces his plan to sell his legacy ranch after the rodeo. Hoping he’ll reconsider, Beck and his two cousins launch the Rodeo Bride Game. Beck initially has the advantage as he has a longtime girlfriend - except she’s just called it quits.

I'll admit it. I messed up. Mistake #1: Asking Peter Barnidge for a job. Mistake #2: Accepting his offer instead of throwing it in his face like I planned. Mistake #3: In the interest of stopping before #99, I'll pretend the only other mistake was withholding one, tiny little nugget of truth during my interview. Peter Barnidge...I wish it was easier to just plain hate him, instead of the twisted, confusing blend of hatred and attraction I feel.