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The last thing Carla wants is to go on a road trip across country with a loud-mouthed, bossy biker. Rooster lives up to his name as the cockiest member of her father’s motorcycle club, and it’s pretty much hate at first sight. After growing up in the MC life, she’s used to dealing with men like him, but there’s something about him she can’t shake. Beneath the cocky veneer, there’s something more there, something sincere, and that has her interested.

I’m organizing New York’s biggest charity event of the year. But when the keynote speaker drops out, the success of my business hangs in the balance. There’s one man who can help me. And no, I’m not above flying to the middle of nowhere to plead with the baseball legend in hiding. All I need is a yes. I didn’t expect his hostility. I didn’t expect a hurricane to trap me alone with him. And I didn’t expect to find that he still owns my heart after all this time.

A fresh start in Temecula, CA, was exactly what I needed to get over my breakup. I was looking forward to Palm Trees, fine wine, the beaches, and killer sunsets. But I never expected to run into handsome Levi Bateman while still on my way to California. The last thing I needed was a conceited passenger. I had a job to focus on. I knew Levi would be a distraction because we would be working in close proximity. He was so sure of himself, resisting him was even harder.

I’d been okay with my life. Well, I was okay-ish. I was missing love, missing that happily ever after like my friends Elodie and Hollis had, like the kind plenty of their friends did, like Lincoln and Melody, and many others. And then life happened, and things fell apart...for Lincoln. But Elodie was Elodie, so she knew how to draw me in to help. So, help I did, which led to friendship, which led to my stupid heart being involved. Except it was only my heart involved.

Fresh off a plane from France, I was ready for a little reprieve. After a wild night and a few too many drinks, I ended up in a hotel room with a complete stranger. I didn’t think I’d ever see him again — boy, was I wrong.

Trinity was just trying to get to Temecula to see her cousin and start her new life. What she didn’t do was plan accordingly, and she ran out of gas in the middle of the desert on her way. When an insanely hot biker takes pity on her, or rather insists on helping her, her brain says no, but her body says yes.

I love being a manny. Love it. Especially when my boss goes on extended business trips and leaves me with the keys to his Park Avenue penthouse. I mean, sure, I’ve got to watch his daughter, but she loves me almost as much as she loves her favorite K-pop group. Really. All is going well until their new neighbor thinks I’m the actual billionaire next door, and I don’t correct her. What could possibly go wrong?

He’s back. Jameson Maine. The boy I used to love. The man I love to hate. Hate like it’s a hobby. Like it’s my job. Ironic, since love is my profession. But with the passage of time, I’ve finally healed. Repaired the broken parts his betrayal shattered inside me, and silenced the haunting memories of what he took from me. What he made me give up.

Ex-fighter pilot Logan Reid is exactly the kind of man I despise. He’s a cocky jet jock, a former Navy Blue Angel, and full of all the arrogance that comes with being the best of the best. I’m an ex-Zoomie, an Air Force tanker pilot. The rivalry between our sister services is nothing compared to that between fighter jocks and tanker pilots. We’re bitter rivals, and I’m low-man (woman) on the totem pole.

Rodrigo makes a deal with his last breath. He becomes a prison for a dark god in exchange for his immortality. It’s the only way he will see her again once he’s gained control. Ana is a psychic. Her abilities lead her to the United States after the love of her life dies at the hand of a robber on the streets of Brazil. Heartbroken and torn open, she heals by helping others. Everything is going well until she loses her powers. Now, back in Brazil, Ana tries to connect with her roots and amend the relationship with her grandmother, Maria Rosa.

Life as a Las Vegas fake wedding coordinator has never been boring. Unfortunately for me, it just got a little too exciting...the bad kind of exciting that lands you in the emergency room. On the bright side, it was a hot paramedic who showed up to save the day. Sure, he’s a bit cocky, but it works for him. And now I can’t get him out of my mind...which was the good kind of exciting until it wasn’t. Until one date turned into a fake marriage fiasco. Now I don’t know if we’re really falling for each other or if it’s all an act.

Trusting others means taking risks, and that’s hard for me to do. I mean, when your mother abandons you as a child, you’re left with scars. I’m not reckless. I’m not wild. I play by the rules. It’s safer that way. Or so I thought.... Catching my boyfriend cheating on me confirmed every reason I’d kept my heart guarded. But being kissed by a sexy-as-sin stranger in front of him proved how little I was in control. It was passionate, electric, and it rocked me to my core. He stole my breath but replaced it with anger. I stormed away without so much as a name exchange.

Real love is an illusion that left me heartbroken and a single mother. I tried, failed, and am finally picking up the pieces. No one will convince me I need to give love another chance, especially not the sexy-as-sin pilot who attempts to do just that. He is annoying and won’t go away. Why won’t he take a hint? And why am I letting him get under my skin? I should just forget him, but for some reason, I can’t. His ice-blue eyes are destroying the walls of protection around my heart.

The plane took off, and I couldn't stop trembling, despite the soothing sound of the pilot singing a Beatles song over the intercom. My name is Bianca “Binx” Moretti, and I hack from the rich to give to the poor - mostly. Only I hacked from the wrong rich guy and was literally on the flight for my life. When Xander Hawke took the seat next to me, he tried to charm me with his smooth-talking ways and dimpled cheeks. Yeah, he’s drop-dead gorgeous, but he's also arrogant as hell.

Dean McCormick: Everything in my life is big from my penthouse to my ego, and I always get what I want. So when a mystery woman at a masquerade party leaves me with only her phone number, I’m annoyed - and intrigued. Mia is as smart as she is sexy, and she challenges my dominance in ways no one else has dared. But she’s also been lying to me, and a scandal from her past threatens my lucrative deal with the legendary Dex Truitt. I made a mistake letting her in. I might love her, but I can’t risk trusting her.

I have been called arrogant. Ruthless. Heartless. I don't consider those characteristics to be insults. If I am arrogant, ruthless, and heartless, then people cower down. I make my own rules and call all the shots. I suppose that's why people opt to call me by my last name. Havoc. It's very fitting for me. I wreak havoc on anyone who gets in my way. Right now, that person is a beautiful redhead who refuses to play by my rules. Doesn't she know I'm the only one who's allowed to break them?

Corporal Cole Morgan is a cocky jerk. He may have everyone else fooled, but I know better. After my sister died, I was left to sort out her affairs and pick up the pieces. Thirty days and then I’m on a one-way trip back to our hometown. Back to my perfectly planned life. Back to what family I have left. Everything was going according to plan, too. Until Cole, with his stupid green eyes, perfect hair, and ridiculous good looks, ruined everything.

Can what happens in Vegas stay in Vegas? Taking a well-earned break with her best friend, Sam Walker would never have expected to be faced with her brother, or his teammates, enjoying a pre-season stag party. Sam knows the single footballer mentality and didn't expect to be drawn to the charismatic one and only Jackson Taylor. One night. That's all he wanted. But after just one night with Sam, he knew once would never be enough!

Only one word can describe Sebastian “Bash” Fury...dirty. He’s dirty hot. A dirty talker. And a dirty player. On the ice, he truly earns his nickname. He bashes opponents without regard for the rules or safety. Which is precisely why I can’t have him on my team. As the first female head coach in the NHL, all eyes are on me, waiting for me to fail. A man like Bash Fury is a liability who could ruin my career. Even worse, he’ll destroy my willpower. I should despise that cocky bastard. But something about his swagger and quick smile make him irresistibly charming....

It was just a typical manic Monday until the blue and red lights flashed behind my Harley. The cop who pulled me over was good-looking, if you’re into clean-cut guys with expressive eyes. He was also cocky and gave me three tickets. One for speeding. Another for blowing a light. And the third for not producing an insurance card. Jerk. When he finally let me go, I realized I was more than an hour late for my first day as an intern for the infamous advice column Ask Ida.