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Viola Bowen has the chance of a lifetime: to design a video game based on her all-time favorite book series. The only problem? Her co-lead is Jesse F-ing Andrews, a.k.a. her arch-nemesis. Jesse has made it abundantly clear over the years that he wants nothing to do with her–and Viola has no idea why. When their bosses insist a wintery retreat is the perfect team-building exercise, Viola can’t think of anything worse. Being freezing cold in a remote mountain lodge knowing Jesse is right next door? No, thank you.

It all started one night when a sexy billionaire bought me a drink, and I accidentally tossed it all over his five-thousand-dollar suit. He tried to blame me, but it was his fault because of his lack of respect for my personal boundaries. I offered to pay for the dry cleaning and gave him my number to tell me how much it cost. He did, and we ended up spending the night together. Long story short. The condom broke, I forgot to take my pill two days in a row, and we mistakenly created a baby.

The more I watch her, the more the lines blur between protection and obsession. I never intended to come face to face with her, but in a moment of weakness, I intervened. And it changed everything. She makes me feel things. Things I’m not ready to feel. I never thought I had a heart, but the more I'm with her, the faster it beats. Now, I’m left wondering, will she forgive me for the things I’ve done to protect her?

The Game of Love is a collection of four sports romances with heart, humor, and heat from four bestselling romance authors.

Word to the wise, never become roommates with a girl you’ve been pining over for the better part of a year. You're probably wondering why I would do such a thing? Well, I didn’t. It was my teammates. The moment they found out Blakely White was single, they took it upon themselves to play cupid and instruct me on how I should win her over. Don't wear a shirt around her. Make her dinner. Lightly touch her shoulder when you say goodbye. I'm so flustered, so overwhelmed, so madly in love with this woman who barely notices me.

As I tried to move forward and build a new life under a different identity, I never expected to encounter people I could trust, let alone form connections with four guys who were determined to restore my smile. While finding my way back to myself, I'm discovering that I don't always have to hide. However, when it finally seems like I have a future, my past comes knocking on my door.

Maven Wood is ready for a fresh start. After an injury on the soccer field leads to her dropping out of college, she needs a change. When her godfather—the coach of the hottest team in the NFL—tells her about an open position as a sports photographer, she jumps at the chance to apply. The pay is good, but it doesn't cover her rent after her roommate moves out. Out of ideas, she's not sure how she's going to afford to make ends meet… until the cute kicker comes to her rescue.

I never planned to give Austin Graham, the tight end for the Vegas Aces and the father of my little girl, a second chance this holiday season. After all, he messed up. Big time. But the shimmering decorations on the Christmas tree cast him in a totally new light—especially when I get home from a disastrous blind date and find him on my couch with our sweet baby asleep on his chest. He's not the villain he so easily plays, but coming in second to everyone his entire life has pushed him to act like a Grinch.

Drowning in the murky waters of the mafia, I’m determined to find a way out. I have my sights set on becoming a film producer and won’t let anything or anyone stand in my way. Then my mother marries a retired Godfather, and I get the head of the Greek mafia as a stepbrother. Nikolas Stathoulis is set on ruining my well-laid plans. His ruthless reputation has me running for the safety of my apartment. But he’s always there. On campus. In my apartment. Expecting me to play by his rules.

s time has passed, the virus has changed, but civilization still struggles to rebuild. The only way forward is to find a cure. That cure is in Nila . . . literally. Within her, she carries the final gift from Lev: twin boys, and one of them is the key to ending it all. While she only wants to move forward with her group, live on the mountain, and survive, Nila shoulders the responsibility of the entire human race within her womb. Decisions are made by the group but things are not what they seem. The good comes with a cost.

As a reporter, I’ve seen firsthand what the Awaken virus does to people you love, turning them into mindless beasts intent on violence. That’s why I’m staying safe inside my apartment. Women are getting kidnapped right off the streets in broad daylight. Rumors say there’s a group of Awakened living under New York, and they’re responsible for the disappearances. The old me would have sniffed out that story, but post-apocalypse Mal is too scared to go digging for clues.

My boss's secret daughter was never mine to lose. But I lost her anyway. Violet Holt might bend with the wind, but she'll never break. At least, that's what I used to think. Now I'm not so sure. The men who abducted her didn't break her. Nor did the days she spent as their captive. It was my deceit that did it. Now that she's gone, my heart barely beats. The only thing keeping me going is vengeance. I vowed to make the men who hurt her suffer. And I plan to do just that, and win her back in the process.

Firebrand chose me. Me! I'd be flattered if I didn't know the all-alpha band has chewed through at least six other band managers in as many years. But I won't be their next ex-manager. I've been waiting for my shot, a chance to prove myself, and this is it. I will not mess it up. Jax, Dylan, Asher, and Holden will be whipped into shape if it's the last thing I do on this earth. I will not break. I will not give in to their charm. Not even when my body betrays me, its beta chemistry shifting in a way that I don't understand. That I can't control.

Mallory Viridian would rather not be an amateur detective, thank you very much. But no matter what she does, people persist in dying around her—and only she seems to be able to solve the crime. After fleeing to an alien space station in hopes that the lack of humans would stop the murders, a serial killer had the nerve to follow her to Station Eternity. (Mallory deduced who the true culprit was that time, too.)

Breaking news: The bad boy of baseball, Maddox Paige, is totally and utterly whipped. Okay, that might not be the headline in the newspaper this morning, but it's the reality of my current situation. It all started a month ago when I received a call from my best friend, Kinsley. She’d gotten a new job in Chicago and needed a place to stay. I've known the girl since I was five, so I figured there wouldn't be any harm in having her stay at my place for a while. Ha! Total disaster.

When fate steps in, and I end up sitting right beside star tight end Asher Nash at the annual Vegas Aces charity ball, he has no idea that I'm his new coach's daughter.

I got the dreaded phone call, the one every baseball player hopes and prays never comes. I was traded - yeah, that phone call - traded from my longtime team of over 10 years to not just any team...to my childhood rivals, the Chicago Rebels. I was completely and utterly screwed, right? Wrong. The trade was the least of my concerns. I met a girl, Natalie. She was perfect, but I swore I would never get involved with anyone during the season. It was too complicated. But can you believe I had zero restraint when it came to this girl?

I’ve recently become the pawn of a meddling mom. Yes...a meddling mom - who's been trying to set me up all summer. Now, I understand it’s not a crime for a mother to want her child to fall in love, but when she makes it her relentless mission, the heinous act should be classified as a misdemeanor at least. Of course, my mom, the evil matriarch in the devil’s leggings, made her final stab at finding a girl for me days before I went back to college.

I was too busy giving Renzo hell to notice we weren’t alone. That was my bad. But seriously, the domineering asshole was asking for it. What followed felt like a drug-induced hallucination— Captured at gunpoint, drugged, then taken hundreds of miles from home. Who could have imagined our escape would only make things worse? Stranded in an arctic wilderness, I’ve had no choice but to rely on him for survival. His body’s warmth and well-honed strength. His instincts and persistence.

I'm not sure how I ended up married to my sister's pro football player ex-fiancé, but my vicious hangover might have something to do with it. It slowly comes back to me. My family vineyard. A secret clause in my grandmother's will. An allergic reaction. Benadryl. Way too much tequila. And a wedding gown meant for someone else to wear in just a few days.