Audrey is a horrible cocktease. Well, that's not really true. Actually, she's very good at it. Sometimes too good. And for some reason, she loves teasing her sexy, well-built stepbrother, Jared, more than anyone else. Maybe it's because he makes her so damned hot it's hard to find a clean pair of panties anywhere at the end of a week. Maybe it's because he responds to her teasing with a carefully restrained kind of lust that gives her a heady sense of power.

Sissy and her stepbrother, Dustin, are both in college now and their parents are finally letting them plan a trip to the family's cabin on their own. But when it turns out that Sissy's sometimes-boyfriend bails on her for the umpteenth time, and Dustin's on-again off-again girlfriend gets sick and can't go, the siblings end up precariously alone. This gives both of them an opportunity to reveal some taboo truths and forbidden fantasies they've kept secret from each other. For Sissy and Dustin, things are about to get real.

Innocent Allie's been saving herself for the right guy. The problem is, the right guy just happens to be her sexy, older stepbrother, Kit. Kit is funny, sweet, hot, has a panty-melting English accent - and he's completely off-limits. When everyone else abandons Allie on moving day, Kit is there to pick up the boxes - and the pieces of her heart. Deep down, she knows she wants her first time to be with her stepbrother, and when things finally go too far, neither of them can stop their overwhelming, unprotected need to be together.

Winnie spent years in law school and has been living on a law clerk's meager salary - the only job she could find - while her older stepbrother, Upton, makes six-figures a year writing trashy romance novels under a female pen name for the masses. Not that she begrudges him - they might be step-siblings but they've always been more like best friends. Upton considers Winnie his muse, so when he calls with terrible writer's block, desperately begging her to come up to the summer house where he's trying to meet his deadline, Winnie relents.

Tiernan de Haas doesn’t care about anything anymore. The only child of a film producer and his starlet wife, she’s grown up with wealth and privilege but not love or guidance. And when they suddenly pass away, she knows she should be devastated. But has anything really changed? She’s always been alone, hasn’t she? Jake Van der Berg, her father’s stepbrother and her only living relative, assumes guardianship of Tiernan who is still two months shy of 18. She's sent to live with him and his two sons, Noah and Kaleb, in the mountains of Colorado.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

We're not free to give into this. She's 19, and I'm 38. And I'm her boyfriend's father. Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.

Eight years ago I fell into a secret summer fling with my best friend’s little sister before our lives went in different directions. Now, I’m the grumpy to Juliet’s sunshine on a popular dating podcast we host, and when a wealthy fan gives us a charming coastal cottage as the biggest thank you ever, we head to the town where I grew up to give it a makeover. And find the house has only one bed. Located under a mirrored ceiling.