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I specifically told the agency I wanted a male dog walker. She’s way too leggy. That’s the problem. And young. And naïve. I got no business letting her stay in my guesthouse, especially the way my blood runs south whenever she’s near. In another lifetime, I might’ve pursued her but I suck at relationships.

What foul devilry is this? They told her he was dead. After six long years without a word, her knight falls onto his knees and sings poetry. Then he denies their son? Heed this well. She's no longer an innocent who'll giggle and tarry on his every word. The sharp edge of her tongue and knife is the only welcome he'll get. She'll not marry him. Besides, the pain would be too much to bear should he ever leave again.

My ex-fiancé is back, waving around my expensive ring, sitting in stands, and being a real pain in the ass. My lady-friend is pretty cool about the whole thing until the ex sets me up for a photo shoot, starring yours truly and her naked in my hotel room. That's when I figure enough is enough. Sure, we've been friends since we were kids but that doesn't give her the right to ruin the best thing that's ever happened to me. And when the love-of-my-life disappears? That's just over-the top.

In the light of the early dawn, Lady Fay traverses her parapet wall and waits with bow drawn taut. Only when she realizes the group of men who exit the Saxon rowboat are tonsured does she allow herself to breathe. She need not shoot another of King Alexander's suitors. At least not today. With a wicked grin, she lets go the bowstring, and the arrow makes a perfect arc to land directly in front of the one in the lead. She isn't so fond of priests, either.

In the hours just before dawn, blasphemous curses echo throughout the stone manor. A knife clatters to the floor, and a feisty young widow is bound, blindfolded, and led to the marriage altar. The king couldn't possibly have sanctioned this farce of a marriage, could he? After all, she alone transformed a few mud huts and starving serfs into a flourishing town, never once hesitating to pay generous taxes to his royal kingdom.

For the survival of his clan, Jack Fialko needs to mate with a witch of equal power before the end of the solstice. He finds the perfect woman, except for one serious flaw. She has no idea how to engage in the dangerous magical foreplay - the duel for sexual equality. The task of training her in two days seems insurmountable, especially while other warriors are trying to kidnap her. Zoe is a warrior-healer hybrid. The trouble is, she has no idea what that means.

In the early Renaissance, a captain born in a noble family must choose. Will he marry the child bride his father has chosen or the woman who has captured his heart? The doctor's assistant is brave, learned, and handles a weapon like a man. Unfortunately, her beauty is beyond compare, and without a dowry, she attracts the attention of a powerful man who would have her as his mistress.

Sam's crazy Italian family is back, and Suds takes them on with his usual Southern charm as he navigates through the holiday season. Will they find the nativity infant in time for Christmas?

How dare she barge into my office and threaten to take me to court? I’d bet millions that she barely pays her rent, not with the salary my dad pays. Still, she’s got some balls, I give her that. She must know I don’t need a big scandal, not just as I’m taking the company public. What’s she up to? I know just how to find out.

There's no way she's tough enough to get me into shape. When my physical therapist's ex locks her out and takes everything she owns, I want to help. However, a recent, unfortunate incident has social media all over me. Risking all, I offer her cold, hard, cash but she refuses, suggesting I'm trying to buy her sexual favors. Now she's got this ridiculous idea she can get back on her feet with a wedding.

Having suffered more than his fair share of heartbreak, Josh Fialko seems determined to destroy himself and everyone close to him. A fatal love match left him shattered beyond repair. Now, he wants nothing to do with mating, especially not with the feisty little water witch who’s intent on stealing his heart.

Jace Fialko decided long ago he'd never mate again. He knows firsthand how the magical foreplay - the duel for sexual equality - can turn deadly. He tempts fate when a stubborn, sinfully tempting Earth witch gets into trouble and can't resist being her hero. She's prickly as a badger and has secrets deeper than the crevices she carves into the sand. Terra needs to hide her talent. Alone in the desert for years, she knows better than to fall for an arrogant, sexy, flame-throwing alpha male.

Jack's about to lose his friends, family, and even his life unless he finds a powerful witch to call his own. Fate brings him the perfect woman except for one fatal flaw. She never learned the art of dangerous foreplay, the mating duel. Can he train her in time? Zoe is a warrior-healer, orphaned at birth. She believes magic is all a harmless game until one night a dominant, brooding, sexy-as-sin warrior collapses in her tea room. When he ignites a craving deep within, she must decide if he's worth fighting for. Is there a place for hearts in this magical world?

Sure, I've been knocked around a little. What player hasn't? However, if what the doc says is true, things have got to change. There's no way I'm letting my wife become my nursemaid. She deserves better than that, better than me.

Like all male witches, he's arrogant, stubborn, and best if left alone. If not, he'll be telling me what to do, where to go, and become a pain in my ass. Not only that, he's got a shadowy side, hovering under the surface. How the hell had I let him get under my skin?

Don't get me wrong. I respect she's got plenty of attitude. I especially hold her Uncle Vinny, a mob boss, in high esteem. When she goes missing, at first I figure she's miffed. When she doesn't answer my texts, I check with her family, and my stupid heart stops. Where the hell is she? Suds and Sam will make you laugh and yet keep you resisting pause all night long.

When my physical therapist's ex locks her out and takes everything she owns, I want to help. However, a recent, unfortunate incident has social media all over me. Risking all, I offer her cold, hard, cash but she refuses, suggesting I'm trying to buy her sexual favors. Now she's got this ridiculous idea she can get back on her feet with a wedding. A fake marriage might be just the thing to sweeten my side of a million-dollar deal so I agree. Everything would've worked out fine except for her sweet baby-blues. The minute they focus on me, I'm never letting her go.

I've been told I got issues with authority but it's not true. As long as no one's trying to be an asshole, I'm perfectly fine. The baby-faced FBI agent shows me a picture of Sonia and I groan. I met her at the Sochi games, a beautiful Russian ice princess. Even at 17, she was destined for Olympic gold. Rumor is, her family money comes from illegal activities, and although nothing has ever been proved, I know I'm in deep sh-t.

Her voice is too curt, and her shifty look is downright confusing. I'm pretty sure she's asking for help, and it gets me to thinking. Four weeks ago, I almost lost her to hypothermia, while her employer, my ex-roommate, chased her into the woods. What if he's back? Maybe, that's why she's acting so strange. Whatever the reason, I'm sure as hell not letting her go. I'll fight to the death to keep what's mine safe.

My ex-husband was a cheap, conniving SOB with ties to the mob. When he died, I cheered. Years later, quite by accident, I capture his voice on a recording. If he's come back to life, I'm dead meat, and no one, not even my sexy lawyer, can save me. The only thing I can do is ignore the law and run.