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One look, and panties drop. One night, and they're ready to marry me. Too bad I'm not interested in anything more than a taste. Until I'm tempted by Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. She's a good girl, the kind I want to possess, dominate, ruin. No one's ever told me no, and I'm not about to let it stop me now.

My new neighbor hasn’t gotten the memo about me. She’s a walking, talking firecracker, and I can’t help but imagine what that feistiness is like in bed. She’s full of dangerous curves and a smart mouth that draws me to her like nothing I’ve ever felt. We couldn’t be more different. I’m a grumpy asshole, and she’s a sassy princess, but somehow, she sees through me, and our spark is undeniable. The question is...will we light up like pretty fireworks or a devastating explosion?

Thirty sexy eligible bachelors are competing for my hand, trying to prove their love for me in front of millions of people. I know most are fake and only here to advance their careers, but there are two who draw me to them like a moth to a flame. I feel so torn. Do I choose the one I’m falling in love with, or can I be happy settling for the safe bet? That should be an easy question. But I’m scared. He could destroy me, burn me to ash with his fire. And if I’m wrong about him, I don’t know if I’ll ever recover....

I'm heartless and cutthroat. It's just the way I was raised. I had no regrets. Until she showed up. It started with her old man. That stubborn bastard set me up. He knew what he was doing. I fell for her before I even heard her voice. What was he thinking, trying to set her up with a prick like me? She's too good for me. I should've walked away. But every time she told me no, it only made me want to chase her more.

I've known Caleb Strong for over a year. We have a special kind of friendship - we make crude comments, double entendres, and tease each other mercilessly. But we've never crossed that line. We're just friends. Until we start working together to renovate my childhood home. Seeing him shirtless working out in the sun is making me want something more. The way his corded forearms twist every screw, the way his biceps flex as he swings his hammer... I want to feel what that brute strength can do to me.

I'm so done with men. I don't care if he looks like Ryan Gosling with a ten-inch cucumber in his pants and says he wants me to have his babies. Just, no. I'm done. I can't pick them. To make matters worse, the real estate investment company I work for is on the verge of collapse. There's one deal that can save it, and it's all up to me. I make this deal or look for a new job. Problem is, I'm competing with the arrogant jerk who started my whole bad luck streak with men.

Football star and Internet sensation Gavin "Anaconda" Adams is the biggest celebrity our little town has ever seen. But I had no idea who he was when I accidentally walked in on him naked. I was shocked, seeing all of him, a cocky grin on his face. I didn't know what to do. So I ran. No matter what I do, I can't get that image out of my head. To make matters worse, Gavin wants a date with me.

Grumpy single dad? Me. Sassy nanny with a past? Her. And a too-smart-for-her-own-good pre-teen? That’d be my beloved daughter. Being a single dad isn’t easy. Neither is running a billion-dollar company. Parenting is definitely harder, but I’ve been doing just fine—at least, that’s what I keep telling myself. And then another nanny quits. I’m not asking for much, just someone to help manage our carefully planned schedule, put up with my surliness, and not run away from the challenges my twelve-year-old daughter presents. Sounds easy enough, right? Apparently not.

Survival Mode is how I live. My ghost kitchen is the place to be for every work crew in the city, and I bust my butt from sunup to sun down, while rubbing every nickel and dime together to scrape by. And it’s going fine. Until he shows up. Kyle Harrington parks his truck right in the middle of my drive-thru line and acts like the trouble he’s causing is no big deal. Even tossing me a cocky smirk as he struts into my neighbor’s backyard to get to work on her construction project.

They're both rich and powerful and have a debt to settle in the wealthy circles of NYC. Then there's me... the naive girl trying to make it in this city, pissed off and seemingly a willing pawn. It was supposed to be one night to get over one man by getting under another. Then one thing led to another, and it all spiraled out of control. It was never supposed to go this far.I was never supposed to fall for him. And he was never supposed to risk it all for me.

Bastardo implacável. Cavaleiro branco. Mas eu apenas o chamo de "chefe". Thomas Goldstone. É um homem de negócios de bilhões de dólares que veste ternos sob medida e exige mais do que o seu melhor. Ele é assustador. Direto. Assombrado por demônios internos que o levaram à beira do abismo. Mas sob a fachada arrogante e controladora, encontra-se um coração de ouro. Isso me faz querer ser cada vez mais uma parte na sua vida bagunçada. Ser a única que vê a verdade nesse homem.

Thomas Goldstone. A man of billion dollar deals in custom-tailored suits, he demands more than your best. He's scary. Driven. Haunted by inner demons that have taken him to the brink. But beneath the arrogant, controlling façade lies a heart of gold. It makes me want to solve him one growly, messy piece at a time. To be the only one who sees the truth of the man.

I’m not exactly the "take home to Mom" type. I’m too outspoken and have never met an expectation I didn’t want to challenge. And to put it bluntly, my professional career of being an intimate relationships counselor doesn’t make for polite dinner conversation.

I had everything. Wealth, power…and her. It started as an irresistible and provocative game. Only elite circles knew about the club and what happened behind closed doors. A monthly auction. A high price bid. A woman I was never supposed to fall in love with.

When my brother’s best friend asks me to fake marry him to secure a business deal he desperately needs, I laugh in his face. Me, help Carter Harrington? That’s split-your-pants, rip-roaring hilarious. I don’t even like him.

Derrick "The Love Whisperer" King gives out relationship and sex advice on the radio to everyone, but he’s giving me something a bit more personal. Nobody’s ever talked to me the way he does. Daring, demanding, sexy…and oh, so dirty.

Simon Corbin. He’s the face of House Corbin, which means his jaw can cut glass, his eyes are dreamy, and his body is built for sin. Every woman wants him and every man wants to be him. But he’s also an executive who can send me right back home before the competition even begins.

Secrets are my life. Perception is everything, and I'm extraordinarily good at helping my clients hide their dirt—until him. Bad press about your latest movie flop? I can twist it. Need to repair your image after an embarrassing walk of shame? I got you. Reputation refresh? That’s me too. But my latest client challenges me in ways I never anticipated. Carson Steen. The heir apparent at the center of a media firestorm that’s taking down his family’s amusement park kingdom. I can help the drop-dead sexy, danger-loving, motorcycle-riding jerk…if he’ll let me.

Je m'appelle Poppy Woodstock. Auteure de romance et fervente adepte des fins heureuses de contes de fées. La seule chose qui devrait m'inquiéter, dans la vie, c'est mon angoisse chronique de la page blanche. C'est alors que je tombe nez à nez avec lui (au premier sens du terme) et me perds dans les yeux bleus les plus splendides que j'aie jamais vus.

Vous connaissez ce genre de terribles journées au boulot ? Vous savez, quand votre boss vous surprend en train de photocopier votre postérieur dans son bureau ? Non ? Alors, ça n'arrive qu'à moi ? Tout ce chaos, c'est la faute de ma meilleure amie et partenaire. C'est elle qui m'a lancé un défi tout sauf innocent que j'aurais dû décliner tout de suite.