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Fresh out of college, I stumbled into the opportunity of a lifetime. My favorite professor had a friend who was looking to retire and sell his animal clinic. With a lot of help and a giant push from my sister and her husband, I made an offer. I'm happy with the occasional girls' night in and catching a glimpse of the hot neighbor, who I undeniably fantasize about—often.

A walk through hell ended in defeat when Lucas and Tessa decided it's best to remain friends. A decision made for the betterment of all. But is it possible to walk away when they share a love as deep as theirs? Can they remain friends as Lucas tries to be the man, he realized he wants to become when he fell in love with Tessa, and Tessa goes through loss, life, and new love?

Mila: The six-foot-three, two hundred pounds of lean muscle, disgustingly defined by his white tee hugging . . . all that, with a backpack slung over his bulging broad shoulder is far from innocent. He's Max Steel. He's all sorts of grown up. And he's my enemy . . . even though he doesn't know it yet.

Tris: When a spring flower blooms too early, it often wilts while others blossom during their proper season. That's me in a nutshell, and what eventually landed me in the nuthouse. Through necessity, I found a new passion, one that helps mask the darkness by thrusting me into the spotlight. Each show is a session, ending in a kiss meant for revenge. He broke me, and I will make sure I do the same to him.

Lucas, the star quarterback, seems to have it all—superstar athletic abilities, expensive clothes, cars, and women who will stop at nothing to be his, if only for a night. Tessa is a young woman who lives her life always doing what is right. She tries desperately to hold herself accountable to the demanding expectations of her family, and everyone around her, while remaining virtuous. However, when two worlds collide, sparks fly and ignite in a fiery passion that neither Lucas nor especially Tessa are ready for. Will the fire and passion of first love win, or will it destroy them?

Like a storm, Marcello Effisto tore through most of his life, wreaking havoc on those who opposed him...unapologetically. When faced with keeping a promise to a dying man, to care for the person who tortured his soul, he is forced to go to the cross. Will he allow the wreckage that caused his heart to grow cold keep him on his knees, or will he rise up and allow himself to love again?

One brilliant smile, and my heart beat for what felt like the very first time. One night as he held my sister and sang to her, it broke. Years later, his smile is different, and I curse my heart when it beats in an all too familiar way, a way it's only ever beat for him . . . again. He was once hers, could he ever truly be mine?

I never wished on falling stars or simply dreamed of making it into the major leagues. I did the work. I made it happen. I never expected my last night out with my minor league crew would end up with us stepping in for a no-show stripper at a bachelorette party in the VIP section of Kingston's. I sure as hell didn't expect that the hottie with the pink sash and gold lettering spelling out "Bride to Be" would have me calling dibs on a woman for the first time in my life. Spoiler alert: She had no ring, she was no bride, and I knew that going...in.

Kat has found herself caught between a Qwerty and a rock-hard alpha. Ricco's flippant attitude toward their highly sexual relationship and Kat's dating seem to be exactly what she needs. Ricco is the perfect wireless, no strings f--k buddy. He loves her peen collection even more than she does, to the point she feels nearly battered after each encounter. But when he turns up the kink even more, when Match Up becomes a twisted virtual version of a cuckold, even Kat tries to turn down the intensity.

She's the forbidden fruit, and I'm her dirty fantasy. Four years ago, she kissed me. She said she was 19. She wasn't even close. To make it even worse, she's daddy's little princess. Then, a year ago, I was hired to head a security team for her out-of-control younger sister while on a European tour with the band Foreplay. I vowed to stay away from her, becoming a shadow in the dark whenever she was around. Now she's been hired to photograph her sister's 60-day honeymoon, all around the world. She's not a little girl anymore.

They call him Tricks. To me, he was the first man I ever felt I could trust. He annihilated all the stereotypes about men rooted in me, even when he so easily fit the mold. He wasn't my type, not at all. I hated men. In my last life, anyway.

When offered the keys to the kingdom, I all but pissed on the throne. I didn't need the figurative crown to become the king, and I sure as hell didn't want anything more to do with the little queen. When the power started to shift and lives were being torn apart, justice needed to be served. Who better to serve it up...than me?

I traded my plaid skirt for a navy blazer, my religion for a red Solo cup, and finally my Bible for a bong, just to fit in. He helped me jeté from outcast to the "it girl". In becoming this new, improved version of myself, my truths became laced with lies. I thought he was my savior, but it turns out that he was really the devil in designer.

It's a call that changes my life and my little girl's. Years ago, playing for the NBA was the dream, but the Seattle Stallions suck. Worse than that, my old teammate is now the star center, not to mention my number one rival. There has to be a catch, some sort of agenda. Before I was injured, I was the best. Now? There's no way they want me.

One trip down the stairs, caused by a lone Lego, while wrapped in a towel, spewing a plethora of profanities, and my cell phone went flying. I landed on my ass, and then the ER. Between those two occurrences was a FaceTime call, placed by a bouncing phone, to the number of a man I didn’t even truly look at, who had now seen more of my body than anyone had since my Tinder days, over a year ago. Three declined calls later, I limped out the door to get myself to the ER before starting my hectic day.

He was handsome and from a good southern family. I was beautiful and didn’t know my real family. He was strong and self-confident. I was broken and never knew confidence. He was everything to a girl who had nothing. I was everything to a man who needed nothing. He told me I would be his queen. Then, three years later, he stripped me of my crown.

Four horrible break-ups. Being overlooked for promotion after promotion. On a whim, she quits life in America and heads to Italy for a much needed break. One drunken dinner with friends at a swanky members only club, Paige sets her eyes on two empty thrones set on a stage and decides she no longer dreams of becoming a marketing executive, she wants to be Queen. Empowered by her new found freedom. Empowered by the women in her circle of friends. Empowered by her choice to not be walked all over by men and their false promises. She is determined to be on top of her world, crown and all.

After falling in love with her bodyguard, Italian socialite Valentina Segretti, believed she no longer had to carry her secrets alone. That his love saved her. Then, in the blink of an eye, he left her, leaving her more alone and vulnerable than ever. What Franco Protettore left behind became her reasons to live. Pregnant with twins, Valentina had no choice but to protect his children the way he should have been there to do.

A single mother often lives by certain rules, and Angela Petrov has adhered to hers: Mom first, career second, and no man will meet her child unless they will be in her life long-term. However, with her daughter now in college, Angela’s life has lost all its careful organization. She goes to her company's annual employee Labor Day party in the Hamptons and, while attempting to enjoy the elite Hamptons nightlife with her coworkers, she meets a much younger, tall, dark, and sexy man who offers her an escape for the long weekend.

Kat's a take no s--t kind of girl, but when her mother forces her to start online dating with her, she's taken off guard. The tables turn, and now Kat has the opportunity to dish out unsolicited advice of her own. The ever-unsociable Kat puts herself out there, knowing no man in their right mind will ask her out. Little does she know the world has changed. The constant connection has caused a disconnect, and while hiding behind a screen, most men hold nothing back.