I didn’t move to Cooper Valley for love. I’m here to raise my daughter in peace, work at Wolf Ranch, and keep my wolf on a tight leash. Because I don’t have time for distractions. Or complications. And definitely not both in the form of a female. Joy is my new next-door neighbor—sweet, sexy, and entirely off-limits. She always has a messy bun and a laugh that melts steel. She makes my little girl giggle like I’ve never seen before. She makes me burn with need. She’s sunshine. I’m thunderclouds.

All I wanted was to be away from the limelight, away from my parents. A perfect place where I could live a simple life. A fresh start. A small beach town. That's what I thought I found, until the tortured ocean-colored eyes of the town outcast catch me off guard. Everyone warns me to stay away from him. They tell me he's a monster. His eyes tell another story, though, and I need to know what it is. It becomes almost an obsession.

My return home to my family's small town hasn't been easy, but the new contractor I hired—a struggling but strong-willed single mom—keeps stripping her clothes off on the job site, which certainly spices things up. (She swears a spider crawled under her shirt.) She also divulges she's scared of her ex and he's taking her to court for custody of their daughter. I hate to see a woman mistreated, so I step up and marry her so she has a stronger case in front of the judge. Temporarily, of course.

When I first see Remedy, I know she's mine. I stalk her for months, learning her desires and secrets, until I know exactly what she craves. She needs pleasure to be ripped from her soul, like it doesn't belong to her anymore. The only way to get my mind off of her is to take another life, and yet I know she's taking my life, one breath at a time. But I don't care. I'm going to give Remedy exactly what she needs, and I'll kill anyone who gets in my way.

To celebrate being single, I decide to take a spontaneous trip with my sister to Capri, Italy. No itinerary. No plans. Only a promise to see where Capri takes us. Little did I know it would be on a yacht with a handsome stranger. Jones Archer is thirteen years older and dangerously charming. He’s also a man who knows what he wants and has his sights set on me. We agree to one week of uninterrupted pleasure. No personal exchanges. No talk about the future. Just us.

My plan was to meet a boy, fall in love, and live happily ever after. That ended when my boyfriend died and left me half of his business. Now, his best friend and I are business partners. There’s just one problem: We hate each other. Jax and I have been rivals since childhood. He wants me out of the business, but it’s all I have left. The more time we spend together, the more we question if we were ever rivals at all.

A charming and swoon-worthy second chance romance between Texas’s toughest female rodeo rider and the man determined to win her back—perfect for fans of Elena Armas and Hannah Grace. Dakota and Wyatt. Growing up, they were as inseparable as a pair of cowboy boots. The best of friends…or so Dakota thought. Wyatt’s back to get the girl he’s been obsessing over for years, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to get her back—two-stepping at the rodeo, jumping into Cibolo Creek, even rendezvousing in outdoor showers.

My ex’s brother is officially off-limits. Right? He’s ten years older. He’s only in town for a few weeks. And did I mention he’s my ex-boyfriend’s brother? But when I agree to be the grumpy lumberjack’s temporary assistant, it gets harder and harder to resist him. He’s all beard, broad shoulders, and growls, but I savor every one of his rare smiles.

Dane Ashworth, a grumpy, solitary mountain lion shifter, comes from one of the founding shifter families of Catamount, a town deep in the woods of Maine where mountain lion shifters have existed in secret for centuries. The community is in turmoil after the startling death of a shifter. In the midst of upheaval in Catamount, Dane encounters the unassuming, curvy, and delectable Chloe Silver.

My name is Jupiter Reeves, and I am a fraud. It's not that what's written about me isn't true. I am the greatest third baseman of my generation, possibly ever. I am surly and unapproachable. I do have a constant scowl with an armor of tattoos. To the outside world, I play my role as the bad boy of baseball like I was born to do it. But when the doors are closed, and you boil it down, I'm nothing more than a man who lost his heart too young, with no prospect of getting it back... especially as I still have no idea where its current owner is.