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Connor Daniels never thought he’d be starting at dating square one again. His career as a successful doctor, and his three boys, are everything to him. It’s not exactly a setup conducive to a scorching love life - but he’s giving it a shot. ER nurse Violet Robinson never intended for Connor to find out she’s had a crush on him forever. It was a dirty little secret only meant for her dirty dreams. Her heart trips every time he’s around - and so do her feet.

Nashville nursing student Paige McMillan only wanted to get over a cheating ex. But a few sinful hours with a tall, muscular bad boy left the good girl with a lifetime of responsibility - and no idea who her adorable daughter's father really is. Love him or hate him, hockey superstar Lance Couture makes no apologies for being the best - or for living life to its fullest. He's hot, rich, and girls can't get enough of him. Why would a player like him ever settle down? When a pro hockey team comes to town, Paige spots a familiar face in the most unlikely place: on the ice.

Psychology student Ashlyn Drake's neat, orderly life takes a turn for the crazy when she finds the perfect subject for her amnesia thesis - a young man without any memory of his previous life, including the murder he's accused of committing. Against all common sense, Ashlyn's drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Perhaps it's that he's so incredibly male, and even handcuffed to his hospital bed, he could pass for a cologne ad - Scent de Insanity.

This bundle includes three books in the Slayers Hockey series. In the first book of the series, Dirty Secret, an NHL player has to keep his head down to avoid being benched for the season. But when he discovers he’s fallen for the captain's little sister, trouble gets hard to avoid. In the second book, Dirty Hookup, a rough-around-the-edges hockey player finds himself falling for a feisty redhead. Can he convince her that he's boyfriend material before it's too late? In the third book, Dirty Rebound, Cammy Wesley’s hockey-player best friend becomes her fake boyfriend.

Eric Callahan is a powerful man, and his sharp business sense earned him the nickname Shark. Yet under this façade is a man who loves his daughter and would do anything for her. When he and his daughter move to San Francisco for three months, he has one thing in mind: expanding his business. As a widower, Eric is not looking for love. He focuses on his company, and his daughter - until he meets Pippa Bennett. She captivates him from the moment he sets eyes on her.

When my father died, I lost a hero and a role model - and inherited a floundering furniture company. So I do what any dutiful daughter would do - I leave behind my burgeoning fashion label and come home to Chicago to sit at the helm of Bailey Living, the company my father spent his life building. But righting a sinking ship is hard work, so when I meet an unbelievably hot guy at an industry party, it seems like a perfect way to let off a little steam. It's supposed to be a one-night stand. Completely forgettable. Except nothing about Luke or the night we spend together is even remotely forgettable.

Throwing muffins at my ex in the office break room wasn't exactly on today's agenda. Neither was getting asked to take a not-so-voluntary leave from my job as a corporate lawyer. Just until I could get my personal life in order, they said, which you know is code for get your sh*t together. But when life hands you lemons - well, you make for the nearest dive bar and drown your sorrows in wine and gooey grilled cheese. Of course, it doesn't hurt if they're being served by Manhattan's hottest bartender, Jace Whittaker.

Some women just have it - that combination of stunning looks and sexual confidence that brings men to their knees. Not me. My last boyfriend once fell asleep while we were...you know. Not my proudest moment. And my crush on my hot, arrogant, and oh-so-unattainable CEO? Never going to happen. But one night, after too much wine, I find myself online, creating a profile for a sex kitten called SweetVixen. Safe behind my computer screen, I'm suddenly the seductive goddess of my wildest imagination.

I'm not interested in starting something deep and meaningful, but what I am interested in is the way your body reacts to mine when we're in the same room. You probably assume the concentration on my face is work-related, when in reality, I'm figuring out which I want more: to nail you against the wall, or to bend you over my desk.

Tripping into a gorgeous man when signing up at a Habitat for Humanity build should be a bonus, right? Not when that hunk decides it would be fun to prank me. To be fair, I'm not what I'd call "handy." I'm a genius at styling my clients, but manual labor isn't my thing. Still, I'm determined to better myself by helping my community. Then Owen too-hot-to-be-human Philips told me to show up wearing hazmat-level gear. He's all apologetic now, being nice and sweet and hot. I'm ready to forgive and forget. To be honest, I'm also ready to climb him like a freaking tree.