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What happens when the one you want is the only one you can’t have? It was set in stone. After years of rebelling against everything good and wholesome, I’d agreed to an arranged marriage as part of a business proposition. Elle and I hadn’t spent any time together, though, aside from talking on the phone.

The Dark One has finally accepted me...just in time for everything to change. Because Vane’s brother, the Crocodile, has just arrived on Neverland soil, and he’s not alone. He’s brought with him members of the royal Darkland family, and they want Vane’s Death Shadow back at any cost. Of course, Peter Pan, Vane, Kas, and Bash, they’re all familiar with war. But war isn’t easy when love is on the line.

For the last year, I’ve wanted someone I can’t have. The man my father built his latest multimillion-dollar business with. He’s nearly a decade older than I am, and he’s entirely forbidden. The fact that he’s never given me a second glance only makes me long for him more.

My life was planned for me, down to the smallest detail. I was to be a gift for a man loyal to my uncle, a pretty little prize. When I ran away, I did it for love. I should have known my uncle would never allow it. They say all’s fair in love and war, but sometimes they’re the same thing. And nothing about this is fair. I should be a happy newlywed, burning dinner and stealing kisses. Instead, I’m a pawn for powerful men to fight over. But they’ve underestimated my husband.

I have trouble saying no. To shoes, handbags, the dessert tray…you name it. But when I agreed to a plan last-minute engagement bash for a spoiled Mafia princess, I had no idea she’d demand that my sexy ex cater it. He’ll agree to work for me, but only if I agree to spend a weekend with him. Did I mention my weakness for a**holes with tattoos? I’m totally forked.

The first time I met Charles Cavendish, I accidentally locked myself in a closet with him. The second time, he became my new boss. My very grumpy new boss. No matter how I much I try, I can’t forget what his lips feel like. The way his arms wrap around me. I need to keep my distance. But when the company lands a new account, I’m forced to work side by side with this man. The handsome devil who makes me forget all rational thought. But the thing about the devil is...he can lure even the greatest of saints.

Crew Madigan is a snowboarding legend. He’s gorgeous, rich, famous, and every woman’s dream. Well, except mine. I’ll take a nerdy guy with a clumsy streak who wouldn’t know what to do with a pair of skis to save his life. Superstar athletes? No, thanks. World champions? Hard pass. Crew? Definitely not.

I am in the most inconvenient marriage of convenience ever. What started out as two friends who wanted to make their military lives easier turned into a mess. Why? Because I stupidly fell in love with my husband. In an attempt to remedy my mistake, I severed all ties and put my life as a combat medic and Emmett Maxwell behind me. I’ve lost too many people to open myself up to love. Now I’m working as a private investigator, and fate has stepped in, forcing our paths to intersect again when I’m looking into the disappearance of a missing girl with ties to Emmett’s hometown.

The fae Tris can't seem to find his place in the world—either world, mortal or elemental. All his friends are married, but he can't get a date, much less get laid. When he bumps into a hot girl, she's not interested in sex or dating. Now a series of bizarre disasters has led Tris to suspect he's been cursed. After all, he is the 13th child in his family, born on the 13th day of the 13th month in the fae calendar. He might also have accidentally ticked off a few too many elementals. Add in his job as the guardian of a coveted healing vortex, and yeah, he's screwed.

As a best-selling romance author, most assume my life’s glamorous, filled with combustible chemistry, and most of all, romance. Ha! I can only wish. With a deadline looming, I’ve escaped to my family’s cabin on Anderson Island to free myself from distractions. My plan's great until a man who could pass as a cover model on one of my books comes to my rescue. Is there chemistry? Sure. Is he everything I’d look for in a guy? Absolutely. But will my career be at risk if I give into my desire?

I wanted a hero, a white knight who would fight for me. Marco fights for his family, for his honor.... He doesn’t fight for love. But my traitorous body still yearns for him. Still responds to the sound of his voice, the memories of our long nights together. I fell in love with a man who doesn’t exist, and I damned us all when I did. God help me, I’d still choose Marco Bellanti all over again.

Raise your hand if you’ve ever done this. Written a racy message and sent it to—oops—the wrong person. Yeah, me too. Except, I sent my latest Tales of a Naughty Virgin column detailing my fantasies about my hot, charming, thoroughly bangable next-door-neighbor to…my entire company. Did I mention I’m a children’s book editor? Well, I was. *Facepalm.* At least the column goes viral, but I’m still the gal who gets fired for her not-safe-for-work thoughts about the so-called “Mister Sexy Pants”.

Luca Fritz was the worst sort of playboy,. I used to spend hours of my life dreaming of him. By 18 I’d all but given up my fantasy, set to go off to The Conservatory in London when fate stepped in with other ideas. That summer I was young. Innocent. And forbidden to him. I knew when we succumbed to the passion between us that he would ruin me. I wasn’t wrong. Four years later, fate decides to step in again. I’m offered my dream job as a first-chair cellist for the Boston Symphony Orchestra. Only I know what comes with it. Luca Fritz.

Wes Reynolds. Basketball player, arrogant, always sleeping through class. And my new tutor. Lincoln Reeves, golf pro and swing coach, might be the one person who can take my game to the next level. If I don’t throw my club at his handsome face first. Secretly hooking up with my brother’s teammate was a bad idea. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat.

Although I’ve achieved my dream of owning my own restaurant, something is still missing from my life. I’m the one guy I know who didn’t get the girl. And then Sadie walks into my life. She works for me, so I’m not supposed to want her. But she awakens something inside me I thought was dead and gone. I was numb, and she makes me feel again. She’s running from her past, but I won’t let it catch her. I’ll protect her from whatever she left behind. She gave me a reason to care. If she’ll let me, I’ll give her a reason to trust and show her we belong together.

In this valley, my family name means something. To some, protection. To others, destruction. When a Bellanti stole my heart, he started a war. A ring on my finger put a target on his back. I hardly know the man I threw my life away for. He looked like I imagined Mr. Darcy would. He wrote me poetry. But he’s locked me away exactly the way my uncle had. Choosing him was my last taste of freedom. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. He will burn me alive either way.

Who am I? These days, even I'm not sure how to answer that question. After years of trying to avoid serious relationships, I finally found a woman who made me want to settle down—and promptly lost her. To my best friend. What's a viscount to do now? Very naughty things, naturally. But my skill at smooth-talking the ladies has gotten me tangled up in a scandal that threatens to destroy my family's reputation and our livelihood. My salvation comes in the form of a sexy American hired by my mother to polish up my public image. How? With a fake relationship, of course.

My mom always said you don’t get a second shot at making a first impression. I’ve remembered that my entire career. Especially since I’m one of the few Black men who play professional hockey. I’m calculated and respectful in the way I speak to my coaches, the owners, and the media. I’ve never taken a risk...until her.

As if summoned by my dry spell, Mason Braxter makes a sudden reappearance in Meadow Creek. Six years have gone by, yet I can still remember every stupidly sculpted muscle on his body. How easy it would be to fall back into old habits. But I’m not that foolish girl anymore. That doesn’t deter my all-star ex from trying to prove we can do it right this time. For all his efforts, I might let him scratch my itch once. Maybe twice. Definitely not thrice.

What I meant to do in Vegas: Let my hair down for once and celebrate winning a medal at my first women’s hockey all-stars competition. What I actually did: Got senior prom drunk and woke up married to Brooklyn’s star winger, the great Neil Drake. He’s the heir to a billion dollars, and I barely survived my childhood. Our friendship is based strictly on hockey, takeout food, and smack talk. And now holy matrimony. We both know it can’t last - especially once his evil family gets wind of our Vegas shenanigans.