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Never tell a lie. Especially not to a cocky CEO who knows exactly how to seduce you. They always come back to bite. I should have remembered that before I spent the night with Liam Salinger. In my defense, he’s stupidly attractive and knows it. He also willingly admitted to me that he never sleeps with the same woman twice. So I shouldn’t feel too bad about lying to him the next morning. We can forget about each other and get on with our lives, right? Wrong.

You know that post-vacation glow? Where you’re all sun-kissed and optimistic and determined to make changes in your life? Well, mine lasted for about five minutes. Until I walked into the office and saw Myles Salinger sitting in my boss’s chair. One look at his scowling face was enough to make me want to fly straight back to Europe. And no, he’s not getting any of the donuts I brought in for the team. He doesn’t deserve them. You see, on paper, he’s my contemporary. In reality, he’s been my workplace nemesis for the last two years.

It's been over two years, and I still have no clue why Rhys stopped talking to me. Suddenly, he pretended I didn't exist. He was cold, leaving the room every time I'd enter. Truths became nothing but lies I'd been told. My life was a web of secrets spun by everyone I trusted, including him. Until the night Rhys came clean. He wasn't who I was made to believe. And neither was I.

One second I was standing on the shore, wondering if I'll ever learn the truth about my parents, and the next I'm caught in a whirlpool, drowning. Someone - or something - is out to get me. But who? And why? An elite sailing team saved my life, but these irresistible men seem to think I called them here. They say I'm a Siren. Their Siren. Turns out there's a whole lot about me I never knew, and these men are here to help me figure it out. I wanted to become more badass this year.... I'd say growing a tail qualifies.   

Imagine this. You're ready to leave after a one-night stand, and you're figuring out how to - shock horror - leave your number and ask him to be your fake boyfriend for your sister's wedding this weekend. When he wakes up. Well, that happened to me. And over coffee and omelets, I found myself a date. Which was how I ended up arriving at the wedding with a guy I knew nothing about.

When a psychic tells Natalie Nixon her life is about to be upended by a mysterious stranger, she laughs it off. After all, she has everything she's ever wanted - a successful bakery, the perfect boyfriend, and the keys to her dream house. Who could possibly make her want to throw all that away?

I knew playing with my feelings was a huge gamble with someone like him, but I did it anyway. Now I’ve learned the hard lesson that gambling—and life—in Vegas just aren’t for me. I have a lot of decisions I need to make on my own, so I took a job that will allow me to relocate, regroup, and make new friends while I try to figure out what comes next for me. One of those new friends is a hot former baseball player who is also my temporary new roommate. Even though I find myself attracted to him, I’m carrying too much weight from my past to move forward.

Outside forces are working hard to tear us apart, but we’ve teamed up against them. It’s the internal struggles we’re battling that could spell the ultimate end. When Ben makes a public show to prove how committed we are, I’m left confused as I struggle to figure out whether his feelings for me are real or if they’re part of the act. As we spend time at his secluded estate in Montana, I start to question whether there’s really an expiration date stamped on our relationship or if we could actually find a way to make this work.

Mabel "Maybe" Willis died a virgin at the very young age of 24. She leaves behind her parents, Betty and Bruce, her brother, Evan, a laptop filled with one too many Jason Momoa memes, and a Kindle library with more books than one human being could ever finish in a lifetime. Cause of death: a text message. Okay. So, I didn't die. But I may as well have. One minute, I'm a woman trying to find her way in the world, and the next, I'm the sender of six of the most embarrassing text messages that have ever been sent in the history of time - or the cell phone. Whatever.   

Brandon Brown's the unlikeliest Santa ever to don a red suit. His abs are more cheese grater than bowl full of jelly, and deploying to Syria's the closest he's come to the North Pole. But family drama sends the jaded Marine home for the holidays, and lands him a part-time Santa gig....

I was never supposed to be a rock star. I had my life all planned out for me. Play football in college. Go to the NFL. Marry my high school sweetheart and live happily ever after. I broke both our hearts that day when I told her I was leaving. I was young. I made the right decision for me, but the wrong decision for us. I've poured my soul into my music, but I've never forgotten her. Her smell, her smile. And now I'm going back. After 10 years. I hope I can explain that after all this time. I still want her to be my forever girl.

One of us will have to give up the future we’ve dreamed of if we’re going to make this work. It’s not going to be me. We can’t both have that same thought if we want to stay together when our contract ends. But the more I see him struggle against the things his mother does to him, the harder I fall. The more his ex tries to get in his way, the more I want to stand up for him. And the more adventures he takes me on through the peaceful dream of his estate in the wilderness, the more I can see myself staying by his side.

The pro football player I’m faking a relationship with has the perfect solution to my career woes. He’s encouraging me to lean into the pseudo-celebrity life I was born into instead of trying to outrun it, and for the first time in my life, someone sees me for me. I feel like he’s falling for me, too. And then my ex shows up.

My hot, fiercely protective best friend Landon just dropped to one knee in the middle of the Bellagio with the perfect solution to all my problems. After an unexpected diagnosis and a run of bad luck, I'm officially down and out. That is until my best friend of two decades offers me his name… and his health insurance. We're in Vegas for someone else's wedding. The last thing I ever expected was a proposal of my own—especially from Landon, my rock, my closest friend, even when we're miles apart.

I don’t date football players. I’m not interested in the ones who are a decade older than me. I want nothing to do with the ones who play on the same team as my brothers, and I certainly avoid the ones who spend more time in strip clubs than kids’ clubs. So why do I suddenly find myself faking a relationship with Ben Olson, the bad boy tight end who fits every descriptor on my naughty list?

Falling flat on my back in a sweaty locker room isn't how I planned to introduce myself to my grandpa's hockey team. Especially when I'm there to turn the business around financially—something nobody else in the stadium seems to want. That's how I first meet Eli Salinger, the team's aggravatingly smooth player-turned-coach. From the moment I introduce myself to him, he makes it clear he doesn't want me there. It doesn't take a genius to work out why. Eli's only interested in one thing—turning the team into a winning side, no matter what it takes.

My name is Lexie, and I raise the dead. Necromancy isn't all I can do. But that's for another time. It's my first week at the university, and an accident has sent our world spinning. A decision that should be years in the making now has to be made in mere days. The repercussions are big—not just for my life but for the guys' as well. Everyone will feel my choice. Everyone will have to live with it. What the hell do I do?

After screwing up my life in the lower 48, I take a chance on an old friend’s offer and head to Alaska for a fresh start. A day in, I’m pitching a tent in the middle of nowhere. I’ve been through plenty - being alone in the wilderness isn’t the scariest thing I’ve faced. But um...these wolves who’ve hunted me down? They’re kind of freaking me out. They say I’m their remedy - their mate. That I can’t leave. I thought what we shared was nothing but a romp in the woods. Turns out I’m coming face to face with my destiny.  

When my mother approached me on my 33rd birthday with a brochure for egg freezing, it was a glaring reminder that my biological clock is ticking toward its expiration date. That's why when I decided to take my mother's advice, Christian came up with his own plan: Let's have a baby together. It's a bad idea. A really, really bad idea. And yet...I can't stop thinking about how great it could be. There's just one condition. Before we have sex (oh, yes, we're doing this the old-fashioned way!), Christian is adamant we go on three dates. Sounds easy, but it's not.

I go from town to town, never staying in one place for long. I’m always chasing the next deal, the next adrenaline rush and thriving in the great outdoors. Until one fateful trip, one chance encounter. When I meet her...my beautiful Rose. It was only supposed to be one night. No strings attached. Our chemistry was off the charts and we didn’t fight it. Now I'm back in her town. I've got it all figured out. But as soon as I see her, I come to a screeching halt. What's with the anger in her eyes? And whose baby is she carrying?