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Emily Walker hates having her carefully crafted world disrupted by anyone, most of all her legendary nemesis, Jack Bennett. He’s the opposite of the wonderful heroes she dreams up in her double life as a romance writer, which is why Emily was perfectly happy when Jack left Rome, Kentucky, mid-school year with his fiancée. The last thing Emily saw coming was Jack’s return at the start of the summer after calling off the wedding and ending his relationship, but he’s here to stay—as her colleague and her neighbor.

The best way to gain confidence after years with the wrong guy? Hayden Owens—the hottest defenseman in pro hockey, my confident best friend, and my new dating coach. He’ll teach me to be a player, but convinces me to practice with him. We’ve been friends for years, but our flirting lessons and practice kisses push the bounds of friendship. We’re roommates, but sleeping in the same bed. He buys me a toy as a favor… but helps me use it. All that relationship stuff he’s always avoided? He doesn’t seem to mind it anymore.

Viggo Bergman, hopeless romantic, is thoroughly weary of waiting for his happily ever after. But between opening a romance bookstore, running a romance book club, coaching kids' soccer, and adopting a household of pets—just maybe, he's overcommitted himself?—Viggo's chaotic life has made finding his forever love seem downright improbable.

Cassius. Victor. Torsten. My monster. My strength. My heart. Three cruel, broken kings who kissed me with poison. And woke me from my slumber. I used to think that my future lay beyond ivy-covered walls; College, a career, a white-picket fence… But now I’m bathed in blood and fire.

When Jamie Andrews moves in with a house full of firefighters, things start heating up fast. Battling the wilderness of rural Montana, these guys are always charging into danger—for a living, for duty, for the rush—and since Jamie is a psychiatric nurse, they fascinate her analytic mind. She can’t help but fixate on Calvin, a grumpy, enigmatic smoke jumper ten years her senior. She makes playfully tormenting him her pet project, trying to get him to open up. It turns out he gives as good as he gets.

I'm always down for a good time. I'm that guy. I love women. I love sex. And I love my life. Go big or go home, right? My father's death is a constant reminder of why I like to keep it simple. Life is short. Emotional attachments make you weak. Grieving sucks. And I have no interest in caring deeply for anyone outside of my family. I'm not looking for complications. Monroe Buckley is a complication. She's driven. She's focused. And she's my best friend's little sister. Not happening. But once we're forced to spend time together...I only want more.

Victor. Torsten. Cassius – the jock, the artist, the stepbrother. The Poison Ivy Club. Ruthless. Connected. Violent. Untouchable. They rule Stonehurst Prep with an iron fist. If you want Harvard, Princeton, or Yale, they’ll get you in. Guaranteed. But they’ll take their pound of flesh first. A deal’s a deal – you give them whatever they want, and they’ll make your dreams come true.

Mabel "Maybe" Willis died a virgin at the very young age of 24. She leaves behind her parents, Betty and Bruce, her brother, Evan, a laptop filled with one too many Jason Momoa memes, and a Kindle library with more books than one human being could ever finish in a lifetime. Cause of death: a text message. Okay. So, I didn't die. But I may as well have. One minute, I'm a woman trying to find her way in the world, and the next, I'm the sender of six of the most embarrassing text messages that have ever been sent in the history of time - or the cell phone. Whatever.

I loved Laney Landers before most people learned to read. Blonde hair, blue eyes that rivaled the ocean, and an invisible halo over her head. She stole my heart the same day she threw sand in my face. What started as a friendship grew into so much more. I thought she'd be my forever. But then life threw me a curveball and I changed course. Laney moved on and found a different happily ever after . . . while I wallowed in grief and regret. And now she's here, reminding me that I made the biggest mistake of my life.

Ford: I don't have time for distractions. I have a billion-dollar company to run. A father to grieve. A legacy to fulfill. Harley DeLuca is not my type. She's snarky. She's stubborn. And she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen-even in her ridiculous grungy tennis shoes. I can't get enough of her. Harley: I was a mistake from the moment of conception. The sins of my mother have followed me like a nightmare in a horror flick.

My name is Amethyst DeMille, and I'm in love with a vampire. Sounds complicated, doesn't it? Yet the fact that he's a sexy, centuries-old blood-drinking vampire isn't what makes our relationship complicated. It's because we live in the same house together, work at the same exclusive club together, and he happens to be my best friend with absolutely no idea how I feel about him.

When it comes to life's fun and games, always know: The rules. What's at stake. When to quit. Wise words from...well...my fortune cookie. But wise words, nonetheless.

My new client is trouble. From the moment I step into his office, he makes it clear that he wants me. I am the marketing consultant for his jewelry empire. Daydreaming about the hot CEO is definitely not on my to-do list. Neither is doing said CEO. But he breaks down all my defenses, until I'm ready to break all the rules for him, and I discover that it's all more fun if it's forbidden. But what happens when we get caught?

She's back. For the two years she's been away at boarding school, and there was no word from her. Back when we lived in the same house, she used to cut me down during the day and then leave her door open for me at night. I was stupid then, but now I'm ready to beat her at her own game. I'm back. Two years and I can tell he still wants me, even if he acts like he's better than me. But I won't be scared away. Or pushed down. I'll call his bluff and fight back. That's what he wants, right?

Ziggy: I'm the youngest player on the National Soccer team, the baby of my family, and sick of being underestimated, so I've decided to take matters into my own hands. Which is where my brother's best friend and teammate, Sebastian, comes in. Seb needs to rehab his reputation. I want to give mine an edge. So I propose a fake friendship with real benefits: spending time in the public eye, my good-girl image and his bad-boy notoriety rubbing off on each other.

I know how things look from the outside. I'm rich. I'm a successful surgeon. I'm handsome. I should have women lining up from here to New Jersey clawing for space in my bed, but there's one huge catch: I'm f*cking awkward. Every time I get a date, I spoil it. Asked if she's pregnant? Check. Forgot her name? Check. Bought a meat lover's pizza for my vegan girlfriend? Check, check, check.

Despite her divorce, the absence of a pet, not having any genuine connections with other humans (apart from her sister Ava), and the fact that the remainder of her family is estranged from her life, Tait Logan is happy . . . Happy-adjacent, at least. She's rebuilt herself through her photography; her dream career, the one thing she does still have. So, when that career contracts her to do an assignment on her estranged family's home, Logan Range—a now famous ranch functioning as the setting for a popular show—she's left with no choice but to agree.

Never tell a lie. Especially not to a cocky CEO who knows exactly how to seduce you. They always come back to bite. I should have remembered that before I spent the night with Liam Salinger. In my defense, he’s stupidly attractive and knows it. He also willingly admitted to me that he never sleeps with the same woman twice. So I shouldn’t feel too bad about lying to him the next morning. We can forget about each other and get on with our lives, right? Wrong.

Holden Salinger is a pediatric oncologist, and for the last two years, I've been cleaning his swanky New York apartment. I know every intimate detail about him, from his overly large shoe size to his toothpaste tube rolling obsession. But he doesn't even know I exist. The man couldn't pick me out in a police lineup.

Ever since she sat next to me in class and gave me death eyes, Willa Sutter's been on my shit list. Why she hates me, I don't know. What I do know is that Willa is the kind of chaos I don't need in my tidy life. She's the next generation of women's soccer. Wild hair, wilder eyes. Bee-stung lips that should be illegal. And a temper that makes the devil seem friendly. She's a thorn in my side, a menacing, cantankerous pain-in-the-ass who's turned our business mathematics course into a goddamn gladiator arena. I'll leave this war zone unscathed, coming out on top....