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Ares Wilder is a so-called bad boy. A ladies' man. The teammate most likely to fight both on and off the ice. Now, this devastatingly dark and handsome hockey player with a sinful smile and a filthy mouth is my twin sister's brother-in-law, landing him firmly in the forbidden category. Only he doesn't see it that way. Resisting him should be no big deal, right? At least that's what I thought… Until one night, he managed to look past the illusion I'd spent a lifetime perfecting and see the broken girl behind the pink satin pointe shoes.

Shaw Daniels is the bane of my existence. Always has been. Always will be. When we were kids, he annoyed me to no end by being good at everything. He didn’t have to study or really even try. Meanwhile, I tried too much and still lost to him. Then when we were teenagers, our rivalry became twisted. He started sabotaging all my relationships. I retaliated by doing the same to him. Now, we’re adults and we should be able to move on. But when I become a physical therapist for his professional hockey team, it seems as though we can’t let go of our rival tendencies.

I was supposed to be taking the summer off from dating... and flirting... and men in general. A cleanse. It sounded great in theory. But theory went out the window when my own personal kryptonite sat on the barstool next to mine. Six feet, five inches of stacked muscle and chiseled features, he exuded a cocky confidence that was hard to miss and even harder to resist. This man was delectable. Like a decadent piece of chocolate cake, tempting me to indulge.

I’d been in love with Aiden Walters since I was a little girl. We’d grown up as neighbors in small town Wisconsin. I knew him inside and out, and he knew every single piece of me. I was there when his career took off, and I was almost certain I’d always be a part of his life. It wasn’t until a scandal broke out that I was forced to end things with Aiden. He didn’t take it very well. The boy I once loved began to hate me. He went off to California, leaving his entire past behind—including me.

Gabriel Thompson and I are like oil and water. Our New York families control two of the nation’s largest companies and the business rivalry is decades old. We’ve carried the torch ourselves since childhood. But then we bump into each other after a conference in Vegas. Drinks are involved, and he utters the three little words I can’t resist. I dare you. The next morning we wake up hungover, late, and worst of all, married.

Working as the head trainer at Lodestar Ranch is my chance to prove I have what it takes to be a woman in a man's world. The only problem? My boss is the world's grumpiest cowboy… and I can't keep my eyes off him.

I abided by one rule, and one rule only... Show no mercy. Not to anyone. Not even my closest friends. So, when I was tasked with hunting Emma down and taking her life, it was just another day on the job. I couldn't have been more wrong. She's not like the others. She tangles with me without fear of the devil she might discover. Now, I find myself willing to challenge my darkest demons, or worse, unleash them—all for her. There's just one problem...I don't know if either of us will make it out alive.

Everly never expected to move back in with her parents, and she definitely didn’t expect to do so as a single mother. But with the father of her son suddenly out of the picture, she’s had to make some adjustments to her plans. Now Everly has one priority: to make a life for herself and her boy. And Blake, her sometimes infuriating but admittedly handsome employer at Live Life Adventures, doesn’t factor into her future as anything more than her boss.

Our story didn't begin the night I agreed to marry Deacon Kane to help him keep his daughter. It started ten years ago with a hotshot hockey player I couldn't wait to see each summer. He was big, broad, and filled out his board shorts so damn nicely. But holy hell… The memories of teenage Deacon don't hold a candle to the man he is now, the one who makes me melt each time he says, "My wife."

Overcome by the exhaustion of her monotonous day-to-day life, all Evera wants is one fun night out. A chance to escape a rigorous work schedule that drains her of all semblance of happiness. When a mysterious portal consumes the air before her and an enigmatic, intense man pulls her through, she wonders if her wish is being granted.

Thanks to my reckless roommate, I'm about two skips away from being homeless. Temp jobs aren't paying the bills, and now I have to cancel the scuba diving trip, which I can no longer afford. At least I'll be spared from my instructor's tempting smile and rock-hard abs. Dex is wonderful, but he's only ever treated me like a friend… a really good friend. In fact, when he hears I'm having money problems, he comes up with a way we can help each other.

It starts with a fight between her and Charlie Davis—the usual bane of her existence—and ends with a drink thrown on her. Then, she somehow agrees to be fake friends with the same man to ensure her best friend's wedding goes off without a hitch. And last but certainly not least, her apartment collapses, and the only person with an open room is Charlie himself.

Five years ago, I had the night of my life with Harris Sutton. Out of all the people in the bar, the famous hockey player chose me. He was in town for a game and when he left, he took my virginity with him. And he unknowingly left me with a souvenir. Five years later, my souvenir is my whole world. A five-year-old boy that I never told him about. Lucas. We’re happy and comfortable in our little life. I’ve moved on and settled into the grind of single motherhood.

Dear Ask Annie: I know my best friend is the one, but how do I tell her that? Annie Archer has a problem… She can't get one email—one mind-boggling letter from her advice column out of her head. The one? Does the one even exist? She should be able to answer this question, just like all the others. Except, she doesn't have firsthand experience with the one. In fact, except for those few months back in tenth grade when she went temporarily insane and fell for her best friend—she's never been in love.

I thought I was used to pain. Harper dated my best friend for years, and I was going to be the best man at their wedding. Until she blows up the engagement and shows up in London with a new job. Being friends never worked for me. That’s why I moved away. But here I am, unable to resist her again. And when I see the tiny, unsafe apartment she’s renting? I insist she move into my giant Kensington townhouse. Roommates. Should be fine. Or not.

Redbird is an extended epilogue of about 20,000 words for Sovereign, set six years after the book ends. It's a heartwarming (and high-heat) look into Keira and Gerard and their family life on Sovereign Mountain Ranch.

Meredith has plans. Big plans. She is done being safely wrapped in bubble wrap. She is ready to live. That's what her list is all about—living and experiencing. Is it fate that her list of learning, trying, and experiencing continues to bring her into the path of grumpy Levi Bailey? She isn't sure—but she doesn't mind. Levi is just a misunderstood cinnamon roll and Meredith plans to enjoy every second of helping him realize that.

A marriage of convenience is one thing… but falling for your fake wife is all kinds of complicated. Being married for a year is the only way to claim my inheritance. I couldn't care less about the money. It's not like I even knew my grandparents. I wasn't even considering it until Monroe volunteered. Sweet, sweet, Monroe. I've never let myself consider her as an option for me. She's been tucked safely away in a box labeled forbidden. That is until she takes my last name.

I didn’t mean to say I was engaged to a hot billionaire–it just slipped out. In my defense, I’d had a really bad haircut, a really strong drink, and I was trying to save face in front of the Mean Girl at my high school reunion. Lucky for me, I happen to know a hot billionaire. Hutton French and I have been friends forever, and even though big social gatherings are not his thing, I called him from the coat closet and begged him for a favor–show up and play my fake fiancé for the night. Except that word of our engagement spreads like wildfire.

House-sitting a mansion for the summer sounds easy, right? Until my rich single-dad neighbor catches me in a compromising position. Hint: I’d just taken off my bikini top. He’s billionaire Ethan Carter, a living legend in the tech world and father to two adorable little girls. Oh, and he’s the kind of ruggedly handsome that belongs in a calendar with firefighters and puppies. “Welcome to the neighborhood,” he says, grinning. The catch? He can afford to live here—I can’t.