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Jordan Daniels always knew she had a brother and sister her mom left behind. Heck, her mom never let her forget she didn't live up to their standards. But when she disappears from the limelight after her country star boyfriend proposes, the only place she knows to go is the town her mother fled and the family who doesn't know she exists.

My boss swore kidnapping the accountant’s daughter would be quick and easy. Just find the girl at the wedding, stuff her into a car, and let someone else drive her off. My last dirty job before I get promoted. I wasn’t supposed to dance with her all night. I wasn’t supposed to kiss her, hook up with her outside the wedding, or beat up the getaway driver up when I found him in the parking lot, totally f--king wasted. And I absolutely wasn’t supposed to drive her to the safe house myself.

Charlotte Wells needs a drastic change in her life. Her editor is looking for something new, something fresh. Something romantic. And Charlotte–well, Charlotte hates love. She can't say no to the deal from the publisher, so she heads to Orchid City for a change of scenery. What she doesn't intend on is finding inspiration in the hot hockey player she stumbles into.

A high-concept speculative novel about heartache, hope, and human resilience, The Poppy Fields explores the path of grief and healing, a journey at once profoundly universal and unique to every person, posing the questions: How do we heal in the wake of great loss? And how far are we willing to go in order to be healed?

With his tight leather pants and a sharp edge that makes him dangerous, Jet Keller is every girl's rock and roll fantasy. But Ayden Cross is done walking on the wild side with bad boys. She doesn't want to give in to the heat she sees in Jet's dark, haunted eyes. She's afraid of getting burned from the sparks of their spontaneous combustion, even as his touch sets her on fire.

You might think you want to be a member - but trust me, this is one club you don't want to join. It's not a place where people go to live out their deepest, darkest sexual desires - there are no handcuffs or blindfolds. The 27 Club only admits those who die young and tragically. Having just lost my brother to the club, there is no doubt: I'm next. This is my destiny... and I was ready to yield.

"Does that mean you don't have a boyfriend?" I narrowed my eyes at him but he still figured out the truth. He gazed at me for a moment then asked, "Have you ever had a boyfriend?" I blushed again. Even deeper than before. My lack of response answered the question for me. I think this was the reaction Seth was hoping for since he leaned in really close. I instinctively tried to back away from him but seeing as how I was lying in bed, and he was blocking my escape, the only thing I could do was sink down into my pillow.

When Ama lands the job of her dreams, a headline-grabbing wedding for a glamorous Instagram star and her fiancee, it’s her biggest job yet. But the florist is none other than Elliot Bloom – Ama’s ex, the man whose heart she broke two years ago. The man she hasn’t spoken to since. Can they get through the wedding without killing – or kissing – each other?

If Sadie Mullins hadn't started to believe in love again, hadn't let herself fall for him, she wouldn't be feeling this way. Wouldn't have her heart breaking. Wouldn't regret meeting West Montgomery. The cocky bastard should have left her alone, let her forget about him. Let her move on with her life. Of course, he didn't. That could have been the end of it. Of course, it wasn't. Damn hope.

I’ll be your date, and you’ll be mine. Who says a funeral can’t be romantic? Okay, everyone. Including myself. That doesn’t stop the rumor mill from turning when I show up with a beautiful redhead on my arm. That redhead also just happens to be a stranger, relatively speaking. Charlotte Barrow and I have run into each other a few times—on the subway, at a bar, and now on our way to separate funerals. Instead of the prodigal son who let his parents down showing up alone, I traded favors and brought a date. The deal made sense at the time.

Written in the Beat is the first book in the Heart Beats series. If you like swoony rock star heroes, sweet heroines, and plenty of steam, you’ll love the first track in Breanna Lynn’s debut series.

Trained killer. Government hacker. MC. I’m many things, though my friends call me Jag. And like the big cat I’m ruthless, especially where my club is concerned. I lost my first love in a war zone and I’m not interested in revisiting that pain, until a certain electric-blue-haired hacker chick reappears again. She’s totally badass - we were the best of friends in another life. Virtually. And now someone wants her dead. For real. I don’t want to fall in love again, but I don’t want her to be my friend. When she’s in my arms, I can’t let go.

Bad luck has always followed Olivia. But when a steamy text from a random number turns into the most entertaining relationship of her life, it seems things are looking up. Colin has always considered Olivia his flatmate's annoying little sister. Until she moves in with them, and he realises she's turned into an altogether sexier distraction. He's determined to keep his distance, but it isn't easy. Especially when he discovers she's the girl he's been secretly messaging.

They sent me away. No time to say good-bye. I didn’t know if I loved her. I didn’t know she was carrying my child. But when I saw her again I knew she still possessed me. I was the college playboy. The rich sh*t with Daddy’s money. Lucie was my childhood friend. One night was all it took - rekindled our friendship... Ignited our lust. Then I messed up. And was gone. Now I’m back, and I’m a better man. The question is will Lucie still believe it? Can we have a second chance? I can see the old spark in her eyes. She shares my longing.... I hurt her all those years ago.

Pediatrician Parker Reese likes to play the field and usually has women at his beck and call. Until caring for a newborn in crisis sets him on a collision course with beautiful but standoffish nurse Clare Connelly. He's willing to wager he can seduce her despite herself. But as they bond over healing the baby, the question becomes: Who's seducing whom? Soon all bets are off, but can Clare trust her heart to this player, or is it just a game?

April is the hottest matchmaker in Manhattan. She is completely content helping others find love and is in no rush to find a match of her own. But when she is forced into attending a bachelor auction, she has no idea that she’s about to be the winning bidder of Bachelor #22.

Doughnuts were her weakness. If Sadie Mullins hadn't been running on the beach to burn off the calories from her doughnut addiction, she wouldn't have noticed the man not moving out in the water. Wouldn't have dived in after him. Wouldn't have met West Montgomery. The cocky bastard should have been thankful, grateful even. Of course, he wasn't. That should have been the end of it. Of course, it wasn't. Damn doughnuts.

Working with professional athletes and helping them recover from their injuries has always been Kate Townsend's dream, but after an accident left her scarred and heartbroken years ago, she refuses to let what happened in her past happen again. Staying focused is the key, as well as not letting her feelings interfere with her job... no matter the circumstances. All of that is easier said than done when not only one, but two men crave her healing touch, igniting every single desire she's denied herself for so long.

They promised they would never see each other again, but fate had other plans. Andrew’s entire life has been spent working toward one goal - to own the top advertising and public relations company in the world. He’s driven, ruthless when it comes to business, never letting anything stand in his way...until Grace. Grace has worked hard to build her advertising career. She’s fiercely talented and dedicated to her clients. Grace has no interest in getting involved with a man when she knows her focus should be on her career and paying off her mounting debt.

Ryder Kyle is a spoiled, self-righteous jerk. He doesn’t understand suffering. Entitled guy like him wouldn’t recognize desperation if it smacked him in his perfect face. I don’t need him, but I do need a ride west. I won’t let the guy who reminds me of the mess I left behind interfere with my plan to get to Los Angeles.