They are idols to millions worldwide. I hear their names whispered in the hallways and blasted through the radio. Their faces are never far from the television screen, tormenting me with images of what I gave up. To everyone else, they're unattainable rock stars, the music gods who make up The Sound of Us. But to me? They'll always be the boys I lost.

Fighting wildfires is the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do and I’m damn good at it. Being the captain of an interagency hotshot crew of wildland firefighters is high-risk, high-reward. The risk blindsided me five years ago when I lost one of my crew and was changed forever. Now the only rewards I allow are to work harder, smarter, and enjoy easy, sexy nights with strangers. Until I meet Prescott Timmons. Her smart-mouth and adventurous spirit have me forgetting all of my rules—until her past shows up and lies start to feel too familiar.

No one knows Freya is actually the daughter of the Cross-Cut Killer, America's most notorious serial killer. Living under a false identity as a detective is isolating but at least Freya's safe. That is until she falls onto the radar of Special Agent River Park and his team. River, Oz, Elijah, and Jude have been chasing the Cross-Cut Killer for years. They're the best the FBI has to offer, not to mention unfairly attractive. They know exactly who the killer is but he's always one step ahead of them. Freya is about to change that.

“Give me a second chance, babe . . . and I’ll blow your mind.” Monroe doesn’t know why she answers the text that’s obviously meant for someone else. Or why she keeps answering. Maybe it’s because she’s all alone in a big city and in desperate need of a lifeline. Or maybe it’s because each exchange leaves her intrigued and more than a little turned on. Still, Monroe never would’ve snarked back if she’d known she was talking to the “Golden Boy” of the Dallas Knights.

Ruthless, arrogant, and cold-hearted are some of the words I would use to describe my a**hole of a boss, Damon Everette. That doesn't stop the goosebumps from rising along my neck every time he says my name or the way my pulse races when his stormy gray eyes pierce mine. So, when he coerces me into a fake marriage to uphold his family's tradition, I can't resist pushing his buttons. He's a walking red flag, and I should run the second this arrangement ends. But the very thought of losing him is suffocating—a dangerous addiction that I can't seem to break.

I think I hate my husband, but I’m trying very hard not to. He leaves me for hours, days on end. His friends don’t know I exist, and even after three years of marriage, we’ve still never been intimate… Does he keep me close just so he can hurt me? So he can show me he owns me like my father used to? When I take him to therapy I expect it to help, even if I forced him into it, but that’s the true beginning of our end. My therapist makes me feel things my husband never has, watches me, thinks about me, worries for me, his blue eyes following wherever I go.

My new neighbor is a hot, grumpy hockey player who works out shirtless on his porch every morning. But it’s not technically spying if I just happen to be on my patio at the same time ... right? Imagine my surprise when the sexy grouch turns out to be the client who just hired me to redecorate the house he’s giving his mom. What’s a ray of sunshine like me to do? Pretend I’ve never noticed his abs while we pick out furniture—since I’d never date a client. And Ford Devon? He’s made it clear this is his final season, and he wants zero distractions.

I didn’t know who the smoldering man in the expensive suit was that first night. Only that he was commanding. Intense. And exactly what I needed to forget my heartbreak. But there’s no forgetting him the next day when Jack Sullivan walks into my office. Philanthropic billionaire, brilliant businessman, my brand-new client…And off-limits in every possible way. We should have walked away. Instead, we made a new arrangement. Thirty nights. No promises. Just stolen moments in penthouses, in Paris hotel rooms, on Manhattan balconies.

Jack Barkley has never been jealous of Jules, his twin sister, until she has something he doesn't—a family. After his failed marriage and a trail of dead-end relationships, he's given up hope that there could be anyone else for him. Miranda Howard has spent the last four years with Chris, an abusive and narcissistic boyfriend. Taking care of her son, Kacey, has been her only priority, and Chris' home was supposed to be a temporary landing spot in a time of crisis. But finally escaping his clutches leaves her penniless, stranded, and fresh out of options.

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.

Caleb Winters was a familiar name long before he deigned Landry High with his presence. It took me all of ten seconds to determine he's everything I'm not: charismatic, captivating, and celebrated. Unlike most of Landry, he doesn't shy away from my messy background. Or pretend I don't exist. He answers my caustic remarks with choice retorts of his own. Our notorious bickering aside, I don't have time for the town golden boy. I have actual problems. Challenges. Crushing responsibilities.

What do you do when the killers come out to play? When it's hunt or be hunted? You sharpen your knives and prepare to get bloody because nobody does it better than a woman scorned with something to prove. Welcome to the 23rd annual serial killer war games, where the adrenaline runs high, the blood is fresh, and the revenge is best served cold.

In my world, marriage is a transaction between two families. Nothing more. So, when the head of the Mancini crime family approaches me with an offer to marry his daughter in exchange for what I need to destroy my enemy, I accept. But when a woman I've never heard of shows up on the contract, questions arise. If forcing her hand in marriage is what it takes to get what I want, then so be it. A wife was never meant to be anything more than a business transaction. A means to an end.

Two years ago an accident shattered Casey's world. Now, college promises a new beginning, a chance to truly breathe again and leave her past behind—with the exception of Gray Andrews. Through it all, Gray has been her lifeline, her hope for a happy future, the only guy she's ever wanted. Until she sees him.

There's nothing wrong with playing the game--except when you know you're about to lose. As a little girl, I dreamed of becoming many things. A twenty-five-year-old photographer struggling to make ends meet with a mountain of legal fees wasn't one of them. Making questionable decisions wasn't either. After hanging up my camera, I start a job I loathe that has me questioning my morals on a daily basis. Until I run into Chicago's newest bad-boy goalie whose reputation is a trainwreck--Emory Olson.

Henley Holloway is my boss’s daughter, and I’ve been assigned to mentor her. The problem is, I’m not looking to babysit anyone. But I’m determined to make partner at the firm, and this is the final obstacle in my way. So, I agree to take the little princess under my wing. I’ll work her so hard, she’ll beg me to leave her alone. But from the first day she walks into the office and spills scalding hot coffee on my chest—I’m intrigued.

I'm not worried about the freak snowstorm in March stranding me in my brother's cabin in the Minnesota woods. I'm here to drown myself in textbooks—and junk food—and get ready for my big exams, so another couple of days won't matter. Except, three of my brother's friends are also stranded here with me. Their guys' get-away started early thanks to my matchmaking grandmother, and now we're all trapped together. Okay, I'm maybe a little worried. Not because I'm scared. Uh… nope, that's not why my heart is pounding so hard suddenly. Mischievous blue eyes. Flirty grins. Sexy innuendoes.

Priest Hayes thought he knew everything there was to know about the society of outlaws who ran by their own set of rules, and right now, he'd just taken the gavel. It didn't feel heavy. It felt like it belonged there all along. In his hand. Just like her. But Luna Nox was the one girl he could never have. He knew that the second he fell for her. Bound by a past they both shared, their souls were connected in a way that no one would ever understand. But love isn't always what conquers all. Sometimes, it's the only thing you'll surrender to.

How do you go from blind date to shotgun wedding in a single afternoon? You catch the eye of a man like Maximo Leonotti, that's how. It's not like he had to force me. I was hooked on the stormy-eyed stranger from the moment we met… right up until I felt the pinch in my arm.

Like his brothers, Zach Young has recently moved home to Maine after the untimely death of his father. In addition to helping his mom maintain Lobster Cove, the family’s beloved property, the Navy cook has big dreams of opening his own restaurant…but, for now, has reluctantly settled for a lobster shack. Not exactly what he had in mind, though a new lobsterwoman in town has made his daily trips to the docks worthwhile.