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From USA Today and Amazon Top 10 best-selling author Harloe Rae comes a sizzling enemies-to-lovers romance where a billionaire CEO battles against a snarky redhead who has her own agenda.

Mallory Sims is late for her first day of work. After spilling her tea, she discovers she has no gas in her car. Add that her arm keeps sticking to her dress from syrup left on the console of her car, flustered feels like an understatement. Then she sees her new boss. Graham Landry is the epitome of NSFW in his custom-fit suit, black-rimmed glasses, and a look so stern her libido doesn’t stand a chance. Being flustered is just the start of her problems.

Hadley Jacobs is over Machlan Gibson. Sure, she’ll always be a little weak to the dimple in his right cheek and the way his five o’clock shadow makes him ruggedly handsome. But that’s not enough to cover every other thing about him because they all drive her nuts. Like how he won’t admit he’s wrong even when he knows it and how he drives his stupid car a million miles an hour on wet asphalt. As she rolls back into town and takes a seat at Crave, she won’t take the bait. She’s over him. Mostly.

After my brother’s death, I was drowning. Delilah was my life raft. We were opposites, the outspoken art student and the brooding athlete. She was passionate where I was apathetic, bright where I was dark, soft where I was hard. For two years, we had everything. The kind of love that only exists in fairy tales. Then she left and took my heart with her. I tried to heal. To throw myself into medical school. To forget her. I thought I did. Until today. Those blue eyes, that sweet smile, the soft curves--that's my Delilah. As soon as I hear her laugh, I know. She's what’s missing from my life. I have three days to get her back. God, I hope I'm as charming as I used to be.

They’re not quite enemies, and not really friends. More like frustrated balls of sexual tension, Lance Gibson drives Mariah Malarkey absolutely crazy. He uses her office like a phone booth, and takes cupcakes from the corner of her desk like she baked them just for him. She didn’t. Maybe she knew the history teacher happened to love peanut butter icing, but that was purely a coincidence. Mariah has a way of getting under Lance’s skin, too. She calls him out on his crap, spoils him even if inadvertently, and, seeing the librarian in skirts, drives him wild. She won’t give in.

Fifty million dollars for three weeks of your life in the hands of a total stranger. Would you do it? When Naomi Lee finds herself out of a job and out of the money she needs to pay her father's medical bills, she receives an anonymous letter, containing an offer she can't refuse. Max Marino, a wealthy businessman, wants her and he'll pay any price. Three weeks of her time, no-holds-barred, in exchange for 50 million dollars.

Hunter Livingston’s trip to Hell had been a calculated risk. Best case scenario, the Alpha would save a friend and come out unscathed; at worst, he’d burn in flames for eternity. But finding the high priestess had never been part of his plan, nor was rescuing the near-dead stranger he'd found lying by her side. Drawn to the mysterious woman, he’d sworn to protect her from the rogue pack who sold her into Hell and the demon who sought her soul.

Dean Maddox spent high school pushing all my buttons. Seven years later, we're working together. So much has changed, but he's the same arrogant jerk with the same penchant for teasing me senselessly. I still want to slap the cocky smirk from his face. And tear off his clothes. And kiss him like the ship is going down. I hate him. I want him. I can't...no, I will stop thinking about him.

Okay, so he wasn’t actually my ex. August is my best friend’s older brother, and he just went with me to Macy and Gideon’s wedding. You know, friends with no benefits. Then we ended up having sex at said wedding. We agreed to not do it again. Until I thought I was pregnant. And instead of being upset, I was happy. Except I wasn’t. Pregnant, that is. Then I drunk dialed August and asked him to make a baby with me. On purpose. I wanted to take it back. To die of shame. But the next thing I knew, he was at my door....

Carson Flynn is dangerous and brooding. Intensely possessive. Angry, fierce. Haunted. He’s a member of the Clan. A criminal. And a single father who’d burn the world for his daughter. But when he turns his eye on me, I know I should run. I should definitely hide. But it’s already too late.... Because, when Carson sets his mind on something, he gets what he wants.

I’m the one who isn’t pregnant. Yet.... Expanding my successful café was a no-brainer. Sleeping with the contractor? Well, mix some hormones, excellent coffee, and the romantic atmosphere of the movie Halloween, and naked stuff happens. Yeah, Gideon is smokin’ hot, as shown by the photos from that pesky camera crew that’s suddenly following us around. Say what? Because surprise - he’s a single father, and now he’s the most eligible one in Crescent Cove. Every horny woman in our small town wants a go at his tool...belt.

A baby in a basket left on a doorstep is such a clichè...It’s also my life. I carry a gun and a badge and help keep order in small town Crescent Cove. What I don’t do? Change diapers. Sing songs about sharks. Or...ask for help. But my best friend, Gina Ramos, knows I’m in over my head. She’s the only one keeping me sane. And playing house with her is starting to feel way too real. And get way too hot. Because the biggest thing I don’t want to do? Is to lose my best friend...or find out my little girl isn’t really mine.

As the son of a Formula One racer, the need for speed was in my blood. But in the blink of an eye, my life in the fast lane came to a screeching halt. With my racing career gone, I had no choice but to endure a new way of life. And that’s when I met her—Kalliope Benton Riley. She wasn’t my usual type at all. She was a total hippie, packaged to perfection with flowy dresses and rainbow-colored hair wraps. She had outlandish ideas about the stars, the moon, and predetermined destiny. Ridiculous. Yet, I couldn’t turn away from her mesmerizing green eyes.

Santiago finally has what he wants. His baby is growing inside me. I’ve rewritten her destiny, binding her to me for good. Things are changing for us. I see beyond the monster he shows the world. See the scars he hides beneath the ink. ILove is a weakness men like me can’t afford. I’ve decided to keep her, but I’ll never forfeit my revenge.

She's my nemesis. My prisoner. I'll make her beg for mercy. I'll make her scream my name. I'll make her mine. Sheena Hurston's been a thorn in my side for years. But when she tries to bring my family to ruin, I'm done playing games. She will pay for what she's done. No one comes before my family. Sheena belongs to me.

Fiona Hurston was too young when we first met. Too naive. Too innocent. Too tempting. I vowed to protect her, to keep her safe, and I have, for five long years. Even when keeping her safe meant keeping my distance. Even when the greatest threat to her innocence was me. But Fiona’s not a girl anymore. When danger’s at her door and we’re forced together, I won’t back down. I’ll defend her. I’ll shield her. I’ll comfort and keep her. Because Fiona Hurston is all grown up now. And it’s time she realized...she’s mine.

I'm about to take on two of the most important fights of my life. My girl and the belt. I know that I can handle it, that I'll never stop fighting. But what do you do when your life, your love is threatened and you can't take the hits - she has to? You shut your eyes and f--king pray like hell that she's strong enough, fierce enough to come out on top.

"Snowed in rocker makes unplanned baby with saucy waitress. News at 11." I could see the tabloids now. Yeah, I play guitar and sing occasionally. But my main role is as a producer for other musicians. That's why I came to Crescent Cove - to help rock star Kellan McGuire with his first solo project. Not to get stuck in a surprise snowstorm with a smart, funny lass with big brown eyes, and a very flexible...body. The next night, I was on a flight back to LA. I returned to town months later to help Kellan. Right.

Baby Daddy Wanted: "Single, personable woman seeking a man for the purposes of procreation. No further interaction with the child is required, unless desired by father-to-be. Child will be created the old-fashioned way, assuming both parties agree." I wasn’t expecting much, to tell the truth. For a week, I got no bites. Then I got a reply. We started to email. Text. He was sweet. Funny. Suddenly, the idea of doing the naked make-a-baby rumba with him seemed like more fun than function. Then I found out who he was. He found out who I was. Tomorrow, I’m going to see him at work.

Jace: They call me vigilante because I make my own laws. Because I get retribution when there's none to be had. Because my name is Jace Mercy...but I show none. Freya: Stood up at the altar, I ran from everything familiar... and straight into trouble. Now I'm the lone witness to a backwoods execution. A wanted woman with a price on my head.