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I’m the good Gilroy, not the serious one—the control freak who doesn’t know how to smile. I'm not the Gilroy who had his entire life planned before he was old enough to drink, and certainly not the one who runs around sticking his d\*\*k into anything with a pulse. I’m Patrick Gilroy. Thoughtful. Considerate. Dependable. Mr. Nice Guy. That’s how Cari used to see me. But that was before.

A recluse discovers that what he endured and survived was orchestrated by one evil man. With nothing left to lose, Zachary wakes up and chooses vengeance. Charlotte Simmons may pretend to be innocent, but everything she has was bought with money made from my suffering. I intend to uncover her family's sins and expose them to the world.

I didn't believe I had a twin until I met Ashlee and saw myself in the eyes of her daughter. I was adopted. I understand why someone might seek out their biological parents, but I'm not her daughter's father. I shouldn't be the one caring for her after a car accident. This attraction between us is something I shouldn't act on. She's not mine. Her daughter isn't either. I've located the man Ashlee came looking for, but introducing her to him could endanger us all. Falling in love with the mother of my twin's child would be a mistake, but I can't stay away.

To most, Kal Anderson is a villain. Harbinger of death, keeper of souls, frequenter of nightmares. Doctor Death. Hades incarnate. They say he stole me. Usurped my fiancé and filled the cracks in my heart with empty promises. Imprinted his crimson fingerprints on my psyche and tried to set me free. They’re not wrong, per se. Except it was my choice to stay.

They say there’s no such thing as perfect, but I’ve built my life to perfection - the perfect boyfriend, the perfect apartment, the perfect career planning celebrity weddings. My job - my only job - is to make sure every event is absolutely and completely perfect. What’s not perfect? Kash Bennet. And I wish I didn’t find that so appealing. But nothing is what it seems. And in the span of a heartbeat, my perfect life is turned inside out.

Tess thinks I'm an assh*le. A liar. That I can't be trusted. She's right. I'm all of those things and more. Worse. I can't be trusted. I am a liar. I am an assh*le. What she doesn't get is that it's her. She's the reason. She brings out the best and the worst in me. Makes me who I am. I don't deserve Tess. I know that. But I want her. Love her. And everything she knows about me, everything she's made me, makes me the guy who will stop at nothing to tame her.

Eight years ago, Declan Gilroy pushed his way into my life and made himself at home. Made me believe he was different. Made me love him. Then he destroyed me. Left me. Broke my heart. I'll never forgive him for it. Never. I've spent the last eight years watching him move on. Living his life like what he did to me meant nothing. Like I meant nothing. He might not love me anymore, but he still wants me. That much I'm sure of. I can see it in the way he looks at me. Feel it in the way he kisses me. I've waited eight long years to get even, and it's finally here. The chance to make him hurt.

I'm the broken Gilroy. Or at least I was until Grace Faraday waltzed into my life with her mile-long legs, smart mouth, and quiet determination and decided I wasn't as far gone as everyone thought. She's trying to make something of her life. For herself. For her daughter, Molly. The last thing she needs is a washed-up soldier with a bum leg and a broken brain dragging her down, but the more I try to stay away from her, the deeper I sink.

Ryan is broken. Damaged beyond repair. Angry and hostile toward everyone around him. Everyone but me. It makes no sense. We're strangers. We barely know each other. But there's no denying the way I feel when I see him. The things I want when he touches me. He tells me those things are impossible. That the way I feel is wrong. That what I want will never happen. Can't happen. I should be afraid of him, but I'm not. I should stay away from him, but I can't. Because I know Ryan isn't as broken as he seems.

I met Wentworth Fiorella on the second-worst day of my life. I need you to clean the lake house and get it ready for a guest—someone's rented it out for the month… oh, and the Morrises are finally ready to move forward. Translation: The place you've been sneaking off to to take online college classes is no longer at your disposal, and it doesn't matter anyway because that slime ball, Brock Morris, has finally agreed to marry you.

SEAL’s Hellion, SEAL’s Sky, and SEAL’s Angel are three standalone protector romance novels. Full of suspense, found family, Navy SEALs, and happily-ever-afters. Each book has a strong heroine. SEAL’s Hellion is an enemies to lovers romance where he falls first. In SEAL’s Sky she’s hiding from an abusive ex when the team “class clown” finally falls. SEAL’s Angel gives you all the feels in a deeply emotional second chance story.

People think it’s easy being Felix Dodd III, and sure, the legacy and inheritance aren’t exactly terrible. But the name comes with so many strings; my hands feel permanently tied. Like I’m stuck following in my father’s footsteps. Like I can’t trust people’s intentions. Like my grandmother wants me settled down before my thirtieth birthday. I’ve got less than zero interest in marriage, ever since my one attempt at love crashed and burned. But Grams won’t let me access my trust until I’m engaged. Which means I need a fiancée.

I get it. We were in elementary school. Just a couple of kids on the playground. But after Nash Hendrix called me Enemy instead of Emily, his stupid nickname haunted me for years. Now our best friends are getting married, and they expect me to stand across the aisle from Nash the Ruiner without killing him? Whatever. I can survive that. It’s only for one weekend. Until it’s not. When I get roped into wedding planning at all the same places Nash is fundraising, I’m ready to blow up our truce. But the more time we spend together, the more I feel like…not murdering him.

Not everyone is destined to live happily ever after, right? I’d be fine with averagely ever after. Lower expectations mean less heartbreak. But then I meet Mac and Daisy. Single dad Mac needs a temporary nanny for his daughter, Daisy. I need a second job until my promotion kicks in. It’s the perfect arrangement…until it isn’t. Because who can resist a dad buying ballerina tights after a day spent in a hard hat? Not me, that’s for sure. Now, Mac’s green eyes and Daisy’s crooked pigtails have me dreaming about a future I can’t give them.

Danielle Bellamy is broke and out of options, until I offer her a lifeline: a million dollars to play my wife. Danielle Bellamy is mine. For the next year, the curvy photographer is staying in my secluded mansion, wearing my ring. A ruse, to exact revenge against the man who destroyed me. Only every time I gaze into her dark eyes, I forget we're pretending. Her kiss is intoxicating. Her touch is addicting. And when we finally fall into bed: It's not enough. I need more than her body. I need her everything.

Earth Government turned soldiers into cyborgs to terraform Mars. After a decade of hard, lonely work they are little more than the machines as which they are treated—until the arrival of female settlers awakens feelings they have almost forgotten....

Signing on as a company driver for Brandt Ideas felt like a dream. Big-girl salary. Stellar benefits. Glorious people - minus one. Nicholas Brandt was put on Earth to drive me insane. Of course, he's my boss man. He spent the first month mistaking me for a dude. Then he “apologized” with the grace of a drunken moose. A perfect grump with a brutal reputation. A heart-thief sculpted like a fallen angel. A master at making me question all of my life decisions. Why is it always the terrible ones who make a girl tingle?

Broken hearts do not fully heal. Even if they are mended, fissures remain, and over time, pressure can split open old wounds. There was a time when Isabelle and I were solid. There was a time when it was just the two of us against the world. I ignored the cracks beneath the surface. Now, everything is different. They are after us, and they are not going to give up no matter what. They have more resources, more man-power, more strength. What do we have? We used to have each other, but now...I’m no longer certain we have even that.

When the itch for new ink takes over, NHL star Randy Ballistic commissions his trusted tattoo artist to design a new sleeve, and the rest of the Pucked boys decide it's time to commemorate their love of hockey with a team tattoo. But it can't just be about the boys - the Pucked girls want in on the action, too. Ink cherries will be popped, cupcakes will be consumed, and the hazards and enhancements of boob bling will be pondered.

I don’t have time for distractions, which is a huge problem since my new next-door neighbor Rosalie Wentworth is very distracting. She’s kind, beautiful, and makes me laugh like no woman ever has before. Unfortunately, the two of us add up to one really sad country song - I’m nursing a bruised ego following a broken engagement, and she’s suffering through a messy divorce - so I vow to set my attraction aside and focus on being her friend instead. That’s easier said than done, however, since her mom is convinced Rosalie and I are perfect for each other.