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At one point during the party, Alessandra said, “There’s nothing like a girl’s first love.” I knew she was talking about the first smash hit by my band, 22 Goats. Alessandra said it was the first song she’d heard by us and it “hit her like a ton of bricks”. Ironic, seeing as how I was having the same reaction from being in her presence.

The Proposal meets The Hating Game in this irresistibly funny Valentine's Day story from USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Bonds about getting ahead—and in over your head—with a too-hot, too-uptight Texas billionaire.

Lucy Gonzalez might have once been a stressed personal assistant, but now she's hitched up her grandma's bitchin' vintage Airstream and hitting the road with all the best places to find cheap eats and see the sights on a shoestring budget. And she has company along for the ride. If those thirst-worthy abs seem familiar, it's because they belong to billionaire Miles Hart. True story, he used to be Lucy's boss until she quit on him. Something about not being appreciated? Anyway, you will appreciate Miles - and his groveling - plenty on this trip.

A second chance romance that the Lake Spark world never saw coming . . . Should Have Been is the third standalone book in the Lake Spark Inn series, part of the Lake Spark world. For lovers of small-town romance with a hint of sports.

I'm Alex Young. Star quarterback for the Denver Mountain Lions. Captain of the team. Son. Brother. Teammate. And I'm gay. No one can know. My secret could destroy everything. I lock myself up in the closet and throw away the key. It's better this way. I can focus on football and being the best quarterback I can be. Until him.

Milo lives in the barn, a cowboy through and through. I live in a castle, but I'm not a princess. When the only person who loves me dies, Milo's there. As I get older, I no longer look at Milo like a big brother. I look at him like the man God made just for me. With the first glimpse of freedom from my pathetic excuse for a father, I imagine a future with Milo. I dream of the day when we won't have to hide our feelings. But Milo has a secret. He is not free. The man I love is marrying the woman I hate.

This is a collection of four full length enemies to lovers stories, all written by New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby.

One mage: Bel Adams–part demon, gun shy about being rejected by one again, needs a familiar. One familiar: Nico di Rossi–Army Ranger, needs a change of pace and a new purpose in life, is a golden retriever in human form (though not literally). Plus one familiar: Garen Dallarosa–Secret Service, part gargoyle, needs his ex-lover Nico back.

What's that saying? When life hands you lemons... What if I don't want to make lemonade? What if I want to pummel them into non-existence? Anything is better than admitting how desperately I want a taste of that sweet lemonade. That's exactly how I felt when my college assignment threw me in the direction of Miller Cain. My body screams for him while my brain warns me to run for the hills. He's the captain of the ice hockey team with a cocky reputation. He's a sweet talker and the bad boy promising me the ride of my life.

One night and my life completely jumped the tracks. Actually, a pack of expired condoms did that - the rest of the night was pretty amazing. Open bar at a friend's wedding. Bad dancing all around. Stupid trivia bets with my fellow Ice Knights hockey teammates. And Tess Gardner. The factoid-blurting, fandom-T-shirt-wearing, no-I-don’t-want-a-relationship-with-you woman makes me forget for one night that I’m a man with a routine and my future all mapped out. Still, it sucked she left our room without giving me her number.

Don’t sleep with your best friend. Take it from me. I did it. And it was awful - I-wish-the-tequila-made-me-forget kind of bad. The problem is, Luke has forgotten. He swears that he can’t remember a thing about that night beyond the trays of tequila shots being set on the tables. But I can't forget. I can’t forget how good his hands felt until I fell over and hit my hip on the dresser, and I sure as hell can’t forget the entire two minutes.

There are some things you just have to deal with - like your hot-as-hell college booty call moving in next door with his adorable daughter. The only time we've ever gotten along is under the sheets. Old habits die hard because two minutes on my front porch is how long it takes us to bicker. Not that a little fact like that bothers my healthy 80-year-old grandmother and roommate who's determined to see me married before she bites the dust.

With all my best friends off the market, it’s time that I, Tori Sussex, join them. So where better to find my future husband than the internet? It’s great. I get to get all the awkward stuff out of the way and already know if I’m going to like the guy before we meet in person. It’s a shame nothing's ever that simple. My relationship with Colton Lane, my best friend’s brother, is the very definition of complicated - dirty little no-strings-attached hookups we’ve somehow managed to keep secret from all our friends for the past six months.

Jeremiah Wolfe has always done what was necessary to survive. When a rare night off finds him with the chance to make a quick buck, he jumps on it. A meaningless one-night stand is simple and easy, so he steps into the hotel room - as he has many - without expectation. But the man behind the door is a surprise, as is the instant connection that builds along with passion and a glimpse of his heart.

As the only Beckett cousin who is still unattached, I’m a shoo-in to win the bet with my cousins to be the last man blissfully not in love by Christmas. Of course, I know they’re still going to make me follow the rules of our bet and go on six dates with the same woman - but I’ve figured out a way out of that too. I’m getting married. Is it love? Not even close. Chelle Finch needs a temporary husband, and I need to win this bet.

After Cade King cost me everything, I vowed I’d never fall for him again - even if he became rich and megafamous. Go figure. Now Cade is back with his billion-dollar company...and his ability to radiate attraction like a tempting Wi-Fi hotspot. Not to mention his tendency to have worse impulse control than a chimpanzee. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it a little when I arrested him for disorderly conduct. Unfortunately, I think Cade liked it a little too. So when he asks for my help, I know exactly what I should say. But something’s fried the circuits in my brain.

My new role as the social media content manager for the Silverbacks is a dream come true—except for my ex being the team's quarterback. Then there's Rogan O'Rourke, the backup QB with the smoldering blue gaze and irresistible smile—who's proving to be an unexpected complication. Although he's battling for the starting spot on the field, it seems he's also vying for my attention. His flirtatious advances feel like a game I can't win, and he's doing his best to turn my life upside down.

I don’t have much in this world beyond The Devil’s Handmaidens MC, and I’ve always been okay with that. My sisters are my life, our mission my reason for being. But that all changes when a little boy chooses me to be his protector, to be his voice. When I take him home, my plan is to drop him off and get out of dodge. Unfortunately, I’m met with a father who doesn’t know how to drag himself out of the pits of Hell. And for some reason beyond my understanding, I want to help. I just have to convince the man, and my club, that I can. But helping them isn’t the only problem I’m facing.

When Selah Moreno's father unexpectedly dies, she abandons her dream job as an airline pilot to helm her family's struggling hot air balloon business. While piloting is in Selah's blood, the pressure of being everyone's rock leaves little room to breathe. It's no wonder she gets caught up in the daydream of flirting with a handsome potential client . . . until she finds out he's booking a proposal flight. Smith Rock park ranger Dex Westerly wants to take his relationship to the next level, but nothing goes right.

To my fans, I'm known as Ivan Fitzgerald. To my teammates, I'm just Fitz. To the girl I've been talking to online, I'm ShootsAndScores. There's no doubt in my mind that the woman on the other side of the screen is completely out of my league. Why wouldn't she be? Sure, I'm a professional hockey player, but that doesn't mean anything when I'm shy and awkward in the most basic social situations, and she's a fiery vixen who oozes sex appeal.