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The New York Times bestselling author of On Dublin Street, Down London Road, and Before Jamaica Lane returns with a story about letting go of the past and learning to trust in the future....When Hannah Nichols last saw Marco D’Alessandro five long years ago, he broke her heart. The bad boy with a hidden sweet side was the only guy Hannah ever loved—and the only man she’s ever been with. After one intense night of giving in to temptation, Marco took off, leaving Scotland and Hannah behind. Shattered by the consequences of their night together, Hannah has never truly moved on.Leaving Hannah was the biggest mistake of Marco’s life—something he has deeply regretted for years. So when fate reunites them, he refuses to let her go without a fight. Determined to make her his, Marco pursues Hannah, reminding her of all the reasons they’re meant to be together....But just when Marco thinks they’re committed to a future together, Hannah makes a discovery that unearths the secret pain she’s been hiding from him—a secret that could tear them apart before they have a real chance to start over again....

No Strings Attached meets Me Before You in Something Borrowed, Something You, a slow-burn, swoony romance from #1 New York Times bestseller Vi Keeland. My relationship with Hunter Delucia started backwards. We met at a wedding—him sitting on the groom’s side, me sitting on the bride’s. Stealing glances at each other throughout the night, there was no denying an intense, mutual attraction. He suggested we explore the chemistry sparking between us. His blunt, dirty mouth should’ve turned me off. But for some crazy reason, it had the opposite effect on me. We ended up back in my hotel room. The next morning, I flew home leaving him behind in California with the wrong number. I thought about him often, but after my last relationship, I’d sworn off of charming, cocky, gorgeous-as-sin men. A year later, Hunter and I met again. Our attraction hadn't dulled one bit. This time, he demanded a real phone number. So I left him with my mother’s. She could scare away any man with her talks of babies and marriage But the following week he rang the bell at Mom’s house for Sunday night dinner. The crazy, gorgeous man had won over my mother and taken an eight-week assignment in my city. He proposed we spend that time screwing each other out of our systems. Eight weeks of mind-blowing sex with no strings attached? It was just sex, not love. But you know what they say about the best laid plans... Formerly published in a different form under the title Sex, Not Love in 2017. At the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.

Unlike the heroine of her popular thriller series, Georgia Delaune can’t afford to take risks or push sexual boundaries—unless you count spying through her neighbor’s bedroom window, and never missing a single move he makes. Colby Wilkes is more than willing to put on a show for the alluring woman next door. But his dominant side aches to show her the pleasures of submission up close. As a counselor, Colby is sensitive to Georgia’s fears. As a Dom at The Ranch, a private BDSM retreat, he’s the perfect teacher to unleash her passion. But just as Georgia lowers her emotional barriers, an unexpected complication arrives: a bad boy musician from Colby’s past who adds fuel to her heated imagination. Now, the lonely author has two gorgeous men eager to fulfill every fantasy she’s ever written—and  one she’s never dared to dream….Exclusive to this edition only – a bonus short story!

Sometimes you have to rock the boat . . .   Joe Cantrell, owner of the Gansett Island Ferry Company, has been in love with Janey McCarthy for as long as he can remember. And for just as long, Janey has had a boyfriend—now fiancé— doctor-in-training, David Lawrence. But when things go terribly wrong and the engagement is broken, Janey decides that a few days on the mainland with Joe—who she calls her “fifth brother”—is just what she needs before she goes home to the island to face her family with the bad news . . .   Loving Janey from afar was tough enough on Joe, but having her in his house is pure torture. Will he keep himself in the friend zone? Or will he take advantage of this opportunity to show Janey what they could have together? And what will his best friend—Janey’s protective older brother, Mac—have to say about it? Now Joe will finally have to decide if it’s time to leave safe waters and set his own course . . .     Praise for Marie Force and her novels   “With the McCarthys of Gansett Island, Marie Force makes you believe in the power of true love and happily ever after. Over and over again.” —Carly Phillips, New York Times bestselling author of the Serendipity series   “Force excels at creating characters readers can identify with and care about.”   —Booklist An Official Military Spouse Book Club Pick

A dashing doctor hires the perfect nanny for his son, not realizing she's about to turn his entire world upside down! Don't miss the latest story in The Bachelors of Blackwater Lake by Teresa Southwick! Kidnapped as an infant, Emma Robbins has come to Blackwater Lake to seek out her birth family. But she can't exactly just knock on their door and introduce herself! To bide her time, she fakes her identity and takes a job as a nanny for an adorable one-year old boy--and his incredibly sexy doctor daddy. Now she's really gotten more than she bargained for.... Dr. Justin Flint has sworn off women since his divorce. And while she's the perfect caretaker for his little boy, having Emma under his roof is just way too tempting for the single dad! When an explosive kiss shatters their professional resolve, their mutual passion is revealed. But will their new affection distract Emma from her goal--or make her realize she's found her once and future family?

Between Us is preceded by FIX YOU, and TRUST ME in the McDaniels Brothers series. It was supposed to be a fresh start... Boston is in the rearview mirror, and the McDaniels boys thought they'd left the ugliness behind along with it. But Reid's got a secret that could tear the brothers apart, and now, to top it off, there's this girl...Big, sad eyes, chip on her shoulder the size of a Buick. She's in trouble. Hell, she is trouble. But he just can't seem to stop thinking about her. Former ballerina-turned Vegas showgirl Lola Taylor is used to dealing with jerks at her job, but when a handsome stranger saves her from a near-tragedy, she can't help but wonder if he's one of the fabled good guys. If so, the last thing he needs is to get caught up with the likes of her, but no matter how hard she tries to drive him away, he keeps coming back. If she finally breaks down and let's him in, it could destroy her, but with every touch and every smile, her resolve is weakening... Could Reid McDaniels be that one guy worth risking it all for?

Wall Street meets the Sons of Anarchy in Hard Rules, the smoldering, scorching first novel in the explosively sexy new Dirty Money series from New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones.How bad do you want it? The only man within the Brandon empire with a moral compass, Shane Brandon is ready to take his family’s business dealings legitimate. His reckless and ruthless brother, Derek wants to keep Brandon Enterprises cemented in lies, deceit, and corruption. But the harder Shane fights to pull the company back into the light, the darker he has to become. Then he meets Emily Stevens, a woman who not only stirs a voracious sexual need in him, but becomes the only thing anchoring him between good and evil. Emily is consumed by Shane, pushed sexually in ways she never dreamed of, falling deeper into the all-encompassing passion that is this man. She trusts him. He trusts her, but therein lies the danger. Emily has a secret, the very thing that brought her to him in the first place, and that secret could destroy them both.This is book ONE of FOUR in Shane and Emily's story. Excerpt from Hard Rules (Dirty Money book #1)His hand curls around mine and he drags it to his knee, and the way he’s looking at me, like the rest of the room, no, the rest of the world, doesn’t exist, steals my breath. I haven’t allowed anyone to really look at me in a very long time.“Emily,” he says, doing whatever he does to turn my name into a sin that seduces rather than destroys me.“Shane,” I manage, but just barely.“Did you say yes to dinner because you didn’t want to be alone?”I am not sure where he is going with this, if it’s about reading me or if he needs validation that I am here for him, so I give him both. “I like being alone,” I say, and on some level, it really is true. “I said yes to dinner because you are the one who asked.” My lips curve. “Actually you barely asked. You mostly ordered.”“I couldn’t let you say no.”“I’m actually really glad you didn’t.”“And yet you say you like being alone?”“It’s simple and without complication.”“Spoken like someone who’s lived the opposite side of the coin.”“Haven’t we all?”“Who burned you, Emily?”I blanch but recover with a quick, “Who says anyone burned me?”“I see it in your eyes.”“Back to my eyes,” I say.“Yes. Back to your eyes.”“Stop looking.”“I can’t.”Those two words sizzle, matching the heat in his eyes, and my throat goes dry. “Then stop asking so many questions.”He reaches up, brushing hair behind my ear, his fingers grazing my cheek, and suddenly he is closer, his breath a tease on my cheek, his fingers settling on my jaw. “What if I want to know more about you?”“What if I don’t want to talk?”“Are you suggesting I shut up and kiss you?”Yes, I think. Please. But instead I say, “I don’t know. I haven’t interviewed you as you have me. I know nothing about you. I want to know if you—”He leans in, and then his lips are on mine, a caress, a tease, that is there and gone, and yet I am rocked to the core, a wave of warmth sliding down my neck and over my breasts. He lingers, his breath fanning my lips, promising another touch I both need and want, as he asks, “You want to know if I what?”Everything. “Nothing.”

I let him steal my breath and I want to give him my heart too. But it's complicated. Internet dating and Callie St James do not go together. 25. Desperate for sex. Earns shit money waitressing while desperately trying to get a publishing deal. Only yoga to keep core muscles strong...trust me, guys thank me. Reads too much because gets no sex. Did I mention desperate for sex? She's about to give up on love when the guy she's been lusting after for a year breaks her three-month sex drought. Luke Hardy. Mysterious, moody and all alpha, Luke is hiding a secret...one that Callie never saw coming. The secret, however, is nothing compared to the discovery she makes about Luke's family when she starts a new job at the local paper. Callie finds herself caught between her morals and her desires. Whichever path she chooses, someone will lose. Is she ready to give up the man she's just found, or will she go against everything she believes in so she can finally have the love she's always dreamt of?--Publisher description.

A standalone romance from #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Lauren Blakely... He's sexy, sophisticated, possessive...and my boss. I'm trying to resist him, I swear. I'm good at resisting, and at playing pretend too. It's what I do for a living. But as Davis Milo directs me in my first Broadway play, I'm having a harder time pretending that I don't want him to take me. On the piano. In the limo. In the dressing room. Anywhere and everywhere. And the more he guides me through staged kisses, the more I want them to be real. *** I damn well know the first rule of directing: Never fall for your leading lady. But I'm captivated by her raw talent, and fighting this desire grows harder every day I spend with her. Keeping things professional isn't an option. I want all of her. Soon we're staying late in the empty theatre, our private rehearsals spiraling into new, forbidden territory. I swear I'm not playing with her heart, but how can I be sure that what she feels is real, and not a part of the play?

Wall Street meets the Sons of Anarchy in Hard Rules, the smoldering, scorching first novel in the explosively sexy new Dirty Money series from New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones. How bad do you want it? The only man within the Brandon empire with a moral compass, Shane Brandon is ready to take his family’s business dealings legitimate. His reckless and ruthless brother, Derek wants to keep Brandon Enterprises cemented in lies, deceit, and corruption. But the harder Shane fights to pull the company back into the light, the darker he has to become. Then he meets Emily Stevens, a woman who not only stirs a voracious sexual need in him, but becomes the only thing anchoring him between good and evil. Emily is consumed by Shane, pushed sexually in ways she never dreamed of, falling deeper into the all-encompassing passion that is this man. She trusts him. He trusts her, but therein lies the danger. Emily has a secret, the very thing that brought her to him in the first place, and that secret could destroy them both. This is book ONE of FOUR in Shane and Emily's story. Excerpt from Hard Rules (Dirty Money book #1) His hand curls around mine and he drags it to his knee, and the way he’s looking at me, like the rest of the room, no, the rest of the world, doesn’t exist, steals my breath. I haven’t allowed anyone to really look at me in a very long time. “Emily,” he says, doing whatever he does to turn my name into a sin that seduces rather than destroys me. “Shane,” I manage, but just barely. “Did you say yes to dinner because you didn’t want to be alone?” I am not sure where he is going with this, if it’s about reading me or if he needs validation that I am here for him, so I give him both. “I like being alone,” I say, and on some level, it really is true. “I said yes to dinner because you are the one who asked.” My lips curve. “Actually you barely asked. You mostly ordered.” “I couldn’t let you say no.” “I’m actually really glad you didn’t.” “And yet you say you like being alone?” “It’s simple and without complication.” “Spoken like someone who’s lived the opposite side of the coin.” “Haven’t we all?” “Who burned you, Emily?” I blanch but recover with a quick, “Who says anyone burned me?” “I see it in your eyes.” “Back to my eyes,” I say. “Yes. Back to your eyes.” “Stop looking.” “I can’t.” Those two words sizzle, matching the heat in his eyes, and my throat goes dry. “Then stop asking so many questions.” He reaches up, brushing hair behind my ear, his fingers grazing my cheek, and suddenly he is closer, his breath a tease on my cheek, his fingers settling on my jaw. “What if I want to know more about you?” “What if I don’t want to talk?” “Are you suggesting I shut up and kiss you?” Yes, I think. Please. But instead I say, “I don’t know. I haven’t interviewed you as you have me. I know nothing about you. I want to know if you—” He leans in, and then his lips are on mine, a caress, a tease, that is there and gone, and yet I am rocked to the core, a wave of warmth sliding down my neck and over my breasts. He lingers, his breath fanning my lips, promising another touch I both need and want, as he asks, “You want to know if I what?” Everything. “Nothing.”