Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

Meet Randi Burnett—she’s brilliant, she’s beautiful, and she works for the bride. Missing groom? Intoxicated in-laws? Crying ring-bearer? You name it, she wrangles it. Too bad her personal life isn’t thriving like her side gig as a bridesmaid for hire. Recently dumped, Randi throws herself into her biggest challenge yet when she’s hired as a maid of honor and pretend best friend for an ice queen bride. There’s just one problem—the best man is infuriating, overprotective, and anti-marriage.

We're not free to give into this. She's 19, and I'm 38. And I'm her boyfriend's father. Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.

Aaron thinks he can have anything—or anyone—he wants, including me. But when I discovered I was the other woman, I vowed never to see him again. Except he’s not the only one with a secret. When a chance meeting brings us together again, I can no longer hide the truth. Now he wants what’s his—our six-year-old twins. And he insists I’m part of the deal. If I don’t marry him, I’ll be forced to give up my children. I’ll do whatever it takes for the twins, only I’m not the innocent girl I once was, and there’s no way I’m giving him a second chance.

I hated Enzo even before I met him—my bestie’s too hot, arrogant control freak brother. And now my baby’s daddy. A mix-up has us sharing a room. I walk in on his steamy shower. I envy the water dripping over his chiseled abs, down to his long Major Johnson. Soon those lips and his body destroy me with pleasure. As we play daring games of lust, I glimpse hidden wounds that echo my own. But I gotta shake this crazy addiction. He's a controlling jerk and I'm a free spirit. We clash harder than we attract. Until everything spirals out of control. Now, the pregnancy tests show two pink ...

My bestie would die if she found out I hooked up with her Dad. And now I’m pregnant. Trace is the embodiment of a Silver Fox. Salt and pepper hair, a rugged face and shoulders that an Olympian would be jealous of. My bestie would disown me if she found out our not so little secret. But after getting cold feet at my wedding and returning to my hometown, I couldn’t help but feel so protected wrapped up in his strong arms. I began to understand why he was so closed off with everyone. He trusts me, I make him feel safe. When Trace looks into my eyes, I can tell that I’m the only woman in ...

Not only is Ethan my professional enemy, he’s also my baby daddy. Chicago’s legal battlefield just got hotter. His billionaire arrogance is infuriating, but his dominance awakens a hunger deep within me. I just can’t figure him out. He’s like a puzzle I can’t solve. Now that we have been assigned the same divorce case, sparks fly hotter than the courtroom. I try to resist his charm, but I just can’t seem to get him out of my head. Just when I thought I had Ethan figured out, a careless night alone together leaves us with a shocking surprise that neither of us expected. He’s no...

Patrick is my friend. My best friend. He’s every good girl’s dream come true. Funny, sweet and holy-hell hot. Perfect. So what’s the problem? I’m far from perfect and I’m no one’s idea of a good girl. I know that, but I’ve wanted Patrick ever since the first night we met. Ever since I kissed him and…well, did decidedly ungood-girl things to him in the front seat of his car. The same night he gently but firmly shut me down completely with a it was nice to meet you, Cari.

Listen to the first two books in the best-selling Tell Me series as one volume! I owe him a debt I can't pay back with money. He wants something else: me, for one year. But I don’t even know who he is.... Three hundred sixty-five days and nights doing everything he wants, except that. "I’m not going to sleep with you," I say categorically. He laughs. "I’m going to make you a promise," his eyes challenge mine. "Before our time is up, you’ll beg me for it." Now, I want him more than ever.

Widower Alexander Cartwright has one thing on his mind—his kids. He plans on keeping it that way until his mother hires a sassy, free-spirited nanny to watch them during the holidays. Art teacher Phoebe Love needs a job and to take a secret time out from her long-term, not always nice boyfriend. She plans to focus on the two boys and figure her situation out, but their father isn’t making that easy on her.

My best friend would kill me if she knew I was waking up in Vegas next to her Dad. With a crumpled up marriage certificate in one hand. And a wedding ring on the other. Lawson Sterling. Billionaire, powerful, hunky. And off-limits. Imagine how strange it was for me, who once knew this man as Mr. Sterling from next door, to working for this D.I.L.F. designing his new casino. When we share the presidential suite together on a work trip to Rome, I stupidly let down my guard for a millisecond. It felt so wrong to give into this silver fox’s irresistible charm. But those eyes! I should have ...

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.

Kincaid: Hero complex? Possessive? Not afraid to speak my mind? Check, check, and check. I'm also president of the Cerberus MC, a former Marine, and Emmalyn Mikaelson doesn't have a clue what she's gotten herself into by jumping on the back of my bike. Shadow: I'm no stranger to a woman warming my bed. What's new for me is being the one ghosted. So imagine my surprise when the girl who decided I wasn't enough shows up on my doorstep burdened with the consequences of her own lies and deceit.