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Living with four other guys, it's bound to happen. Every guy's been caught taking care of business at least once, right? It shouldn't be a big deal. But I don't know Eric as well as my other roommates, and things are a little awkward now. He's a loner. A mystery. Quietly confident. Smart. Sexy as hell. I've been happily subsisting on the typical frat guy diet of booze and sorority girls. But the way Eric looked at me that night? There was something there. Something that's got me curious. Something that's stirring up feelings I thought I'd left behind for good.

There's something about our new landlord, Alec. Something that I can't quite place. He seems familiar, but not. Like maybe I've seen him before. Sure, he's attractive, strictly objectively speaking. I'm not into dudes. But he has this intense, piercing stare that I can't look away from. Eyes that make me feel like they can see right through me. Like he knows all my secrets.

After a brutally bad breakup with his ex, Simon no longer trusts his own judgement when it comes to men. Especially not men who have trouble written all over them. Men like Gunnar Thompson. Gunnar may look like a grizzly, but the people closest to him know he's really more of a teddy bear. All he wants is a boy to love and cherish, and he wants that boy to be Simon. Convincing Simon to give him a chance to prove he's the Daddy he's been waiting for will take a lot of work and even more patience, but Gunnar has never been one to back down from a challenge.

Baer Manning - What happens when Baer spills his big secret about monsters and magic to a total stranger? Chaos. In Baer’s defense, he really thought Wiley was a lost brother. This case of mistaken identity forces the cute artist to stay at the plantation house for his own protection while they search for a way to take down a witch. Wiley Stuart - He never should have gotten in Baer’s Jeep. But in Wiley’s defense, Baer is really sexy. And funny. And so sweet. And did he mention sexy? All his life he’d dreamed of superheroes and a life of action.

For the last 10 years, Benji and Diego have not only been members of Star Shadow, one of the biggest boy bands in the world, but best friends. During the years of fame and fortune they've also held a front row seat to the callous cruelty of the music industry. As much as they've both wanted more from their relationship, it never felt worth it to trade what they have for something hot, heady and completely impossible. But is it really?

When my grandmother, the leader of the Rathmore Coven, summons me, I have no choice but to answer her call. To reach her, I must cross the Wood, the realm of Wotan, lord of the hunt. Rumors of his cruelty and brutality precede him, but nothing prepares me to meet the monster face to face. Because Wotan is more than a monster. He's a predator, a bully, and now he's claimed me as his pawn in his war against my grandmother. A master of torture, he's determined to master me, stripping me bare of all my secrets.

Injured and terrified, Victor runs for his life and right into the arms of the last person he expected to find: his true mate. Living in a pack who viewed imperfections as weaknesses that needed to be eliminated, Victor is lucky to escape alive. He’s heard of the Kincaid Pack’s strong but fair alpha, but he has trouble truly believing he won’t be targeted once more if his shameful secret is discovered.

I've played matchmaker to all four of the Syndicate Lords, but somehow, I never seem to find my own match. That changes when I meet a handsome stranger and fall hard. Vale Gentry may be tall, dark, and devastatingly charming, but I should have known better than to get tangled up with an elf. Everyone knows they're the snobs of the magical world. I'm nothing more than dirt under their gilded shoes.

Benjamin Harper's ex may have turned out to be a dud in the Daddy department, but that's okay. Now that he is single, he has time to work on the old motorcycle his father left him when he died. The only problem is Benjamin doesn't know a piston from a push rod. It doesn't take him long to realize he needs some help.

I love him. And I’m pretty sure he loves me back...even though he’s straight. When I first met Carter King, I knew he was something special. I imagined us being together, and we are, but only as friends. Best friends! I’m trying to be cool with that, even though I know he has secrets, and there have definitely been mixed signals. I don’t want a crush to ruin what we already have. Then again, if there’s any chance that we can be together, it’s worth the risk, because Carter could be the love of my life. Or he might be the boy who breaks my heart.

Daniel “Bellzie” Bellamy should be on top of the world - a Stanley Cup is the perfect topper to his 14-year NHL career. But despite the post-win high, something’s missing. When the chance to play for his hometown team, the Miami Thunder, comes along, he’s open to it. And when he runs into an old friend from his past soon after he makes the move, he wonders if it might be kismet. Micah Kelly never thought he’d see his childhood crush - and first kiss - again. Danny Bellamy moved on to bigger and better things when they were teenagers....

When a series of personal crises prompt risk-averse research librarian Aaron Templeton to apply for a job on the other side of the country, nobody is more surprised than he is. He nearly runs home before the final interview except for one little problem: he has no home anymore. He put his condo on the market before he left California and it’s already sold. Only an encounter with free-spirited Connecticut native Cody Brown at the Mystic Seaport Museum staves off Aaron’s incipient panic attack.

West, my older brother's high school rival. The rich kid who has it all. The guy who disappeared six years ago and destroyed my brother's life. I thought West and I were friends. I trusted him, but he showed me I was nothing more to him than a means to an end. Being twenty and in my last year of college isn't easy. Neither is being a virgin. I've never been normal or felt like I fit in, and I don't feel what I'm supposed to. My online job has given me the perfect way to solve my virginity problem. Then the last person I ever wanted to see again shows up on my doorstep.

I have no sympathy for slackers like Josh Pickett, who think that just because they're athletes they can skate by and leave the academic heavy-lifting to nerds like me. And especially not slackers who've already left me hanging on a class project once before, forcing me to finish it solo. Any guesses who that might've been? Nope. Not one ounce of sympathy. So when I'm assigned to tutor him in physics, I tell him flat out I'm not gonna go easy on him. I won't be swayed by his ridiculously sexy dimpled smile. Or the fact that he actually shows up for our sessions.

When I was young, I used to dream of finding my viramore—my soulmate—in all these crazy and amazing scenarios. But then my ex-girlfriend hired a mind-bender to mess with my memories, and well, it's no surprise that romantic notions flew out of the window for me. I guess it's fitting that the first time I meet my viramore, he points a crossbow at my head and threatens to kill me if I don't get out of his way. Thing is, I've always liked a good challenge, and Hiro Grimbsy is nothing if not challenging. He's kind of a jerk, but I guess I'm glutton for punishment because I can't seem to stay away.

As a kid, you don't think about the sacrifices you'll have to make for your dreams. I surrendered a carefree childhood to hours upon hours of grueling practices. Abandoned life with my family in favor of a boarding school that would hone my skills to perfection. But my biggest sacrifice, the one I couldn't predict I'd have to make as a little boy, is denying who I am. I thought I could do it. I thought hockey would be enough. After all, as the top rookie in this year's NHL draft and the most promising defender the league has seen in years, my dreams were coming true. Enter Xander Nydek.

Ever since Clay Saxon's parents passed away a year ago, he's been stuck in a rut, running their business, and suffering from the worst writer's block ever. But when Syrus Albie, a.k.a. yellow sweater guy (you'll see), walks into The End Book Store, Clay's mundane little world turns to sunshine. I don't want to ruin it, but I can definitely say, when an introverted-as-hell narrator finally meets his favorite author and crush, all of his usual protocols go up in flames.

I don't do lovey dovey. Watching my four best friends trip and fall into their forever person has been both comical and confusing. When a hurricane hits Coral Pointe Inlet, it throws me into a tailspin I didn't see coming—with a man who lives to drive me crazy. Jared, the sexy—I mean, the snarky fisherman, has been the bane of my existence for the last three years. How I find myself by his side is beyond me. Realizing I may actually want to be that person for him makes me question a choice I made a long time ago. Which doesn't make any sense because my decisions are never wrong . . . right?

Athletes are notoriously superstitious. Some don't wash their gear. Others sleep with it. I've even heard of a guy who peed on the field to ward off evil spirits. But as far as I'm aware, my teammate Luca is the only guy whose ritual requires a more intimate activity. I wouldn't know that if I hadn't stumbled into it by accident, and even then, I wouldn't have thought my presence had any effect. But the next day he got on the ice and had one of the most spectacular games I've seen him play. One of his best ever. And it gives me an idea.

They say you never forget your first. Who's they, you ask? Good question. I wish I had the answer because I've tried everything to get Abe Manning off my mind. Now he's here, in Coral Pointe Inlet, staying in the inn that I co-own with my four best friends. Okay, I may have had something to do with that, but these thoughts are driving me crazy. I need to know what happened all those years ago, because if the saying is true, how was it so easy for Abe to forget about me?