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Coming home seemed like a good idea at the time. My ex-fiancé split, I was almost done with my master’s degree, and I was already working at the family architecture firm. When I move in next door to pediatrician Ryder Mackay, I’m not expecting the connection - or the passion in his eyes that I feel deep in my soul. He’s the best doctor for my baby, but he’s not the guy I need. Still, the way Ryder looks snuggling my puppy - and my infant daughter - to his rock-hard chest makes me wish this sexy, smart, compassionate man was mine.

A last-minute trip puts me face to face with the most arrogant man I’ve ever met. The pilot. Grant King maybe hot as all get out, but he’s a grade-A jackass. Before I even board the chartered flight, his irritating and judgmental comments make me want to throttle him, bringing out my snarky side. Only what was supposed to be a five-hour trip turns into my worst nightmare. The last thing I want to do is spend anymore time with the gorgeous jerk. But weather forces us to land in a small town I’ve never heard of.

If there’s a contest for two people who don’t belong together, Jasper and I would definitely win. Jasper’s tall, dark, and waaaay too handsome to be on my farm. He’s an uptight British big-shot, and my goat got mud all over him only minutes after he showed up. It’s safe to say we didn’t get off to the best start. To make matters complicated, Jasper owns half of my farm. I’m broke, he’s dripping with money, and I hate him on sight.

Why am I even here in New York City? More importantly, I should be a chef, not a damn bartender. Here’s the thing: I can create the most decadent desserts from scratch, but mixing cocktails is a totally different story. So when she sauntered into the bar with her flowing red hair and asked for something strong with her heart-stopping smile, I served up my best. I didn't expect that one cocktail to make me question all my plans. Then she said it would be perfect paired with cheesecake. Now I need to make her mine over dessert...and so much more.

Nico Wright hates me because of my sister’s actions. I hate him because of how he makes me feel. I’m all twisted up with attraction, longing, and a large dose of shame. When I find out he’s the architect I need to help me get the old theater turned into a proper dance studio, I have no choice but to use his designs to bring my vision to reality. As I spend with Nico, I realize he’s the only one who understands how much I ache over losing my prima ballerina position at the Boston Ballet. He, too, had his dreams shattered by people who claimed to love him. Just like me.

Flawed....That’s how I’d been my whole life.  Moving from one woman to the next. I even threw away my marriage for a rump with a student. Commitment is a difficult thing to stick to.  At this point, no one will have me.  It doesn’t stop me from wanting Sophie. She’s smart and gorgeous.  To top it off, she gives me the cold shoulder.  It makes me crave her even more.  

I should get this promotion to the executive team. I have experience. Loyalty. Smarts. But the one thing I don’t have is the one thing I’ve never been able to achieve: a family. My personal life shouldn’t matter, but the executive team is filled with family men and women. Me? I’ve had a revolving door of dates. It’s just the way I like things - casual, no-strings. But it’s time to toss out the little black book and get serious. I need a woman who’s feisty, someone who can handle me. Someone like that hot little brunette I see in the elevator who sets my libido on fire.

I’d been okay with my life. Well, I was okay-ish. I was missing love, missing that happily ever after like my friends Elodie and Hollis had, like the kind plenty of their friends did, like Lincoln and Melody, and many others. And then life happened, and things fell apart...for Lincoln. But Elodie was Elodie, so she knew how to draw me in to help. So, help I did, which led to friendship, which led to my stupid heart being involved. Except it was only my heart involved.

Money doesn't buy happiness. Trust me, I've had it all my life and I have nothing. No love. No joy. No pizzaz. To make matters worse, my parents are pushing me to marry someone who doesn't even give me orgasms. Yes, it took me a while to figure out that I needed to stand up for myself. Which is why I was on my way to NYC, boyfriendless and out on my own for the very first time in my life

The life of a playboy pilot most definitely has its ups and downs...quite literally and figuratively. The lack of attachment and platinum membership in the mile-high club can be satisfying, but I find it's lonely, never having anyone to go home to. No matter how I look at it, my taking-it-easy outlook on life seems perfect. What becomes a problem is when punches are thrown one stupid night and suddenly - I, a big-shot pilot - can’t see.

Those are the qualities that helped me win multiple Olympic medals, and when fate ended my swimming career early, those same qualities led me to run a thriving Manhattan restaurant business. But all of my success did nothing to prepare me for Savannah Reese. She’s beautiful, but also clumsy, awkward, and determined to make me question everything I ever believed to be true about myself. I thought I had all I wanted in life, until she shows me what I have been missing.

Ben Schilling hasn’t always been a superhero; it just sort of happened one day as he walked home from the subway. Since then, he’s found himself doing good deeds whenever necessary. Sometimes he sees an opportunity to help. Allison Kirby doesn’t need anyone’s help. So, when some jackass tries to help her get her stiletto unstuck from the grate in the sidewalk, she did what any self-respecting woman would do - she decked him.

I’m rarely a man who mixes business with pleasure but when I find myself hypnotized by a beautiful woman at the nightclub, I make the time to enjoy the finer things in life. Like having a quickie in the linen closet. Fast forward two weeks when that same magnificent woman shows up to my office, ready to work for my law firm as our new attorney.

A fresh start in Temecula, CA, was exactly what I needed to get over my breakup. I was looking forward to Palm Trees, fine wine, the beaches, and killer sunsets. But I never expected to run into handsome Levi Bateman while still on my way to California. The last thing I needed was a conceited passenger. I had a job to focus on. I knew Levi would be a distraction because we would be working in close proximity. He was so sure of himself, resisting him was even harder.

I love being a manny. Love it. Especially when my boss goes on extended business trips and leaves me with the keys to his Park Avenue penthouse. I mean, sure, I’ve got to watch his daughter, but she loves me almost as much as she loves her favorite K-pop group. Really. All is going well until their new neighbor thinks I’m the actual billionaire next door, and I don’t correct her. What could possibly go wrong?

Cold. Cruel. Fearless. Ed Mescal had been all those things. None of them fit. Rebel. That one did. To the people who loved him, he’d been a brother. A grandson. A friend. To Piper Warren, he thought, he’d been much more. But lies that get buried are old and ugly once they're unearthed, something Ed's enemies are about to discover. Now he's back, freed from the past and ready to reclaim the life and love stolen from him. If he can prove that even a rebel deserves a second chance.

Tim Reisher is a debonair pilot with a cocky attitude. He is well known throughout the airline community thanks to his penchant for beautiful women. Melissa Hansen is a new member of the National crew with a past she is attempting to escape. When the past does catch up, Tim finds himself caught in the middle. Will the two bring an attacker to justice? Will they lose their hearts to each other in the process?

All I had to do was steal a diamond necklace, and I’d be brought into the Hermosa Beach Crime Syndicate’s inner circle. My brother’s murder would not go unpunished. Pull off one heist, and I would be one step closer to bringing down his killers. The problem is someone else wants my spot on the crew. This dangerously sexy and infuriating man is in my way, threatening my chance to avenge my family. And he’s also a distraction I don’t need. Lincoln is smug and cocksure of himself, and I’m falling for him.

It began as a harmless prank. Then the next thing I know, I’m in the hospital parking lot with a looming deadline and a flat tire when Liam Dailey sidles up on a Harley, all brooding intensity and shaggy blond hair. He’s determined to be my savior. But I make a terrible damsel in distress. The verbal sparring is delicious foreplay, and in a weak moment, I give him my number. It’s a mistake.

One short trip to the wine store had me returning with a red wine stain on my white outfit and an attitude. When the cocky man who gave me both shows up for my "welcome home" party, things get interesting. Sexy and cocky, Max Shine, the locally famous weatherman, is the life of the party. His dance moves have all the ladies standing in line for a chance. I hate him. So why do I want his mouth on me? Why do I want to fight the woman hanging on him? Then he opens his mouth and reminds me. Yep, I hate him.