I caved and gave Harrison Decker my number anyway. He just chose not to use it. Four years later, his job brings him back into my world looking more handsome than ever and now making an effort to befriend me. Is my heart willing to take another chance on that man?

My world was rock solid. Until I saw her. Lara Kessler showed up as if heaven sent her to me, and suddenly my priorities changed. Love is funny like that. One minute you’re living the dream, then BAM! Half my soul shows up backstage wearing a purple shirt and sexy skin-tight jeans, making me realize what I’ve been missing all along. Loving her means exposing a life I’ve tried to bury. My heart had lost its beat. Until I saw him.

I’d sworn off men. And then I met Nick Christiansen. Technically, I fell for him, literally, the moment I landed in his quarterback-sized arms and looked into those soulful eyes. I blame the rum. Or was it tequila? Spoiler alert: It was those delectable dimples. Either way, Nick was stupidly handsome and ridiculously charming. He held me like he cared and listened to me like I mattered. Captivated by great conversation and rock-hard abs, Nick had me reconsidering the “No Men” promise I’d made myself. I still regret walking away the next day.

I'm Danny Weston, supermodel. But one path was traded for another when I chose this career. Ten years later, I would trade my career to have it back. To have her back. But one path was traded for another when I chose this career. Ten years later, I would trade my career to have it back. To have her back. Reese Carmichael is the one woman I would give it all up for, and the only one I can't have. Yet.

It’s not the first time I’ve been called a stalker. I can’t blame Andrew Christiansen for thinking I am, since we keep crossing paths, especially when I pop up in the most unexpected of places - his office. Somehow, we become friends - the teasing, flirting, and kissing kind. But this thing blooming between us threatens to turn this relationship from friends-to-lovers into a full-blown office romance. That’s the least of my worries because one or two little - okay, big - secrets I’ve been keeping may turn him from the one I want into the one I can’t have.

An escape. I'll call it what it is. But there are worse places to spend the next three months than in paradise. A fresh start without the chill of Colorado or cheating exes is exactly what I need. No one is going to ruin this for me, especially not gorgeous playboys. That is until I decide to throw caution to the wind and fall right into Evan Ashford's bed. Unlike him, I can't separate my heart from my head, so I get out before I get hurt. Again. I thought I left my broken heart on the mainland, but now I'm starting to wonder if Evan can heal it.

Six-foot-three. Dynamic green eyes. Utterly irresistible. Ethan Everest stole my breath the first time I saw him. He romanced me with skill, dazzled me with his charisma, and proceeded to steal my heart right after. I might have fallen for his easy-going smile the first time we met, but I fell for him the second time. Honey-colored hair. Cherry-kissed lips. Captivatingly gorgeous. Singer Davis was the first, and only, woman to ever intimidate me. She spoke to my heart with her wit, seduced me with her eyes, and became the only thing that made sense in a world that made none.

I have three goals: graduate from an Ivy League university, get into medical school, and follow in my father's well-established footsteps. Everything was going exactly as planned until the local bad boy was delivered to my doorstep. Literally. From the moment we meet, my old life becomes unrecognizable, but I have no regrets. I'm utterly captivated by him. His smirk. His heart. His sharp wit. He pushes me to live, to be wild, to pursue the dream I've always hidden inside.

Dare Marquis is a bad boy rock star with a body to match. Cocky. Devilish good looks. A voice that commands attention. A night with him and no strings attached is just what I need. But he makes it impossible to not want more when he runs his hand through his dark, wild hair, and smiles. One he only shares with me. Weatherly Beck is an angel with a body made for sin.

How hard can it be? That was the question rolling around Larissa Mason’s mind just before she asked Hollis Hudson to be her fake boyfriend. It was only supposed to be for five minutes, after all. Granted, that was also before she felt his hand on the small of her back as he charmed the heck out of her family.

Being an escort comes with predetermined rules that can never be broken. No kissing, no feelings, and definitely, absolutely no sex. But what will Troy do when Harper, a beautiful blonde, walks into his life? Still suffering over the loss of his longtime girlfriend, Troy is trying to move on and find his place in life. He still doesn't understand why the relationship ended or why she cheated. As a result, love is off the table. When Harper hypnotizes him with her beauty, sass, and remarkable intelligence, what will he do?

Whitney Ainsworth has had a very tough year. First up was the very public divorce from an A-list actress, and then, the third book in her popular suspense series bombed. She’s got a chronic case of writer’s block and feels like a fraud getting paid to give speeches about achieving success. After a particularly disastrous event, Whitney’s manager suggests a romantic distraction might be in order.

This is the story of Gus losing himself, finding himself, and healing along the way. "The honest-to-God truth is I don't even know how to function anymore. Bright Side wasn't only my best friend, she was like my other half - the other half of my brain, the other half of my conscience, the other half of my sense of humor, the other half of my creativity, the other half of my heart. How do you go back to doing what you did before when half of you is gone forever?"

I had dreams. Big ones. And Dean Carter did everything in his power to help me achieve them. Until we fell in love and everything fell apart. Now everyone thinks I tried to sleep my way to the top and I can’t say I blame them when the evidence points to exactly that. However, looks can be deceiving.

The night we met in the dimly lit bar, she looked like a brunette bombshell, and I wanted to learn her deepest secrets. With sun-kissed skin and soulful bedroom eyes, she was pure temptation, and I was mesmerized. As one drink led to two, I craved more of her playful banter and taunting lips. Resisting her wasn't an option, and we quickly became a desperate mess of tangled limbs and hot kisses. She tasted like the sweetest sin, but I was no saint.