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Curl up by the fire with some of today’s hottest authors as they serve up enough holiday sweetness and sizzling spice to melt the frostiest heart. As the temperature drops, friends and neighbors might need to turn up the heat, and even old enemies just might get a second chance. Get ready to tingle all the way ...

Bennett Fox walked into my life on one hell of a crappy Monday morning. I was late for the first day at my new job - a job I’d now have to compete for, even though I’d already worked eight years to earn it, because of an unexpected merger. While I lugged my belongings up to my new office, a meter maid wrote me a parking summons. She’d ticketed a long line of cars - except for the Audi parked in front of me, which happened to be the same make and model as mine. Annoyed, I decided to regift my ticket to the car that had evaded a fine.

I met Bianca in an elevator. She was on her way to interview me when we got stuck. The beautiful raven-haired reporter assumed I was a delivery guy because of the way I was dressed. She had no clue I was really Dex Truitt, the wealthy, successful businessman she'd dubbed "Mister Moneybags" - her afternoon appointment. Bianca told me how much she hated Dex's type - snobby, over-educated, silver-spooned men who didn't appreciate the simple things in life.

It all started with a bet. When my young son inherited half of his great grandfather’s historic inn, I decided to move us both to the place where I grew up. Notice I said half of the Inn. The other half now belonged to Levi Miller, the famous quarterback who had other ideas about what we should do with the property. We won’t mention that I accidentally injured him during our first meeting, causing him to get eight stitches. You could say we got off on the wrong foot. We bickered a lot as we both moved into the property while we figured things out.

Orphaned at birth and living in a small, broken town, one that believes I'm a cursed child. The bringer of bad luck. I tried to escape the stigma, to create something better for myself. It all came crashing down one night and my world shattered. While dealing with the aftermath, an unbelievable opportunity landed in my lap. A scholarship to attend an exclusive university far away. This was my chance to start fresh.

At work, I’m King of Wall Street. I’m shrewd. Exacting. Some say ruthless. At home, I’m a single dad trying to keep his fourteen-year-old daughter a kid for as long as possible. And nothing I say is ever right. When Harper Jayne starts as a junior researcher at my firm, the barriers between my worlds begin to dissolve. Soon, she will have to learn that I don't just rule the boardroom. I’m in charge of the bedroom, too.

Forensic scientist Reese Wilder never imagined herself as the entertainment at a bachelor party, but she’d do anything to keep food on the table for her teenage sister. With their mess of a mother in rehab—third time’s a charm, right?—Reese is stuck paying off their mother’s debt to a dealer and trying to make ends meet. Reese has had it rough, and she knows better than to rely on anyone for help, much less a pushy biker with piercing blue eyes who probably has dozens of women at his beck and call.

An unexpected tragedy leaves Professor Nathaniel Hunt a widower alone with a newborn baby. He hires a nanny. She’s young but well-qualified, with a simple life, a crazy name obsession, and a boyfriend she met at the grocery store.

I just wanted a distraction, something to take the edge off before facing a wedding I was dreading. So on the flight back to New York, I signed up for a dating app. Harmless enough, right? Wrong. Turns out, it wasn’t just any app—it catered to people with very specific tastes. By the time I realized it, I was already on my date.

After a horrific incident, Swayze finds herself trapped between two lives. Patchy memories and fear for her own safety thrust her into a gut-wrenching journey to uncover the truth. Will she let her dreams slip away to seek retribution and find the missing pieces to a puzzle that existed a lifetime ago?

Nina and William are underpaid adjunct professors at the same university, where winter break is no break at all: ’tis the season to make extra money. When their holiday side hustle has them stranded by a blinding blizzard in the middle of nowhere, there’s nothing to do but cuddle up for warmth and play a hot and bothered game of Never Have I Ever to pass the time. But in the game of love, secrets never stay secret for long…

I've become my own worst nightmare. A trophy wife completely reliant on her husband. A stay-at-home mother of an infant. A bitter, quiet, resentful woman too tired to speak up for herself. My efforts to save my marriage and make my husband happy have overshadowed my own dreams and desires. Until a man in a brown uniform knocks on my door and delivers more than just the box in his hands. Every interaction with Hudson leaves me questioning my whole life. But what happens when the one who got away was someone you were never supposed to have in the first place?

When the board of directors of my company mandated that I go to a wellness facility in small-town Maine to recharge, that shouldn’t have included using a ladder to sneak out of the bedroom window at night and going to the local bar. But Brock Hawkins was so much more than just the hot bar owner. He owned half the town, built log cabins with his bare hands, and was apparently the most eligible man in all of Meadowbrook.

They all ended up in the small town of Redemption Hills to put the dangers of their previous lives behind. But they had no idea they would all find the women who show them their pasts don't dictate their future.

From #1 New York Times bestseller Vi Keeland comes a brand-new slow-burn romance about a recovering jilted bride and her boss’s heartthrob son who get thrown together on the ultimate wedding assignment. After getting ditched at the altar, every “I do” makes me want to scream. Which is a...

I fell in love with the most dangerous man in Rome, knowing exactly who he was. And he fell for me too, knowing one day he’d have to choose: me or his empire. He chose me. As brutal as it was, I thought his exile would be good for us. I thought we’d find peace together in a small village outside of Rome, in the comfort of running his family’s restaurant and the promise of our future. In the life growing inside me. But there’s no peace for a man like Constantine.

Jury and Imogen Kilgore didn’t expect to bury their sister, Keira, and her family in New Orleans after the explosion of the Seven Sinners Distillery. As sisters, they had never agreed on much, but they now agreed on one thing: something didn’t seem right about this whole business. To cement their remaining sisterly bond, Jury insisted they get memorial tattoos, but the last thing they expected was their visit to Voodoo Ink to send them on a scavenger hunt through the city, orchestrated by their sister and her husband from beyond the grave.

Jessie Welsh wants absolutely nothing to do with her womanizing next-door neighbor, Ben "Mikey" Miknevicius. All she wants is for him to turn down the late-night party music so she can get some sleep. He may be a sexy-as-puck hockey star, but nothing about him screams "relationship"—in other words, not for Jessie. So when Jessie and her boyfriend break up, and she's left without a place to stay, she figures it can't hurt to take Mikey up on his temporary offer to stay in his spare room, right?

She’s organized. He’s impulsive. She plans her days down to the minute. He can barely remember what day it is. On paper, they don’t add up. But sometimes love shows up exactly when—and how—you least expect it.

The city of Taormina calls to me—but Constantine possesses me, body and soul. Not just because of those chiseled abs and glorious tattoos my photographer’s eye can’t help but admire. Or the man’s utter devotion to his dog. But because he always stands up for me. He saved my life once. And he’d do it again. His ruthless brand of justice inspires terror on the streets of Rome. But in his arms, I shiver for a different reason. So when he asks me to move in after just six weeks, I’m ecstatic. And conflicted.