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I thought the scenery would be the highlight of my working trip to Scotland, then a dark-haired, kilted Highlander walks into the bar. That swoony Scottish accent. Dark eyes and a sexy smirk. Would anyone blame me for a quick holiday romance? Except if I want to keep my job, Ewan is off limits. I need to lock down my lust.

Dear Ida, My boss is an egotistical, arrogant, cuff link wearing jerk. I wanted nothing more than to throw my badge at his face and walk out the door. But the heat of the moment took over...We went too far...and I liked it. Maybe I should just leave the city and change my name to spare myself the embarrassment. Stop me now before I do it. Please. Royally Screwed in the City, Piper

One trip down the stairs, caused by a lone Lego, while wrapped in a towel, spewing a plethora of profanities, and my cell phone went flying. I landed on my ass, and then the ER. Between those two occurrences was a FaceTime call, placed by a bouncing phone, to the number of a man I didn’t even truly look at, who had now seen more of my body than anyone had since my Tinder days, over a year ago. Three declined calls later, I limped out the door to get myself to the ER before starting my hectic day.

Sexy. Demanding. Cocky. All words I would use to describe Kingston Avery. The owner of Avery Capital Holdings - and my new boss. It was tempting enough working together everyday, but ignoring his wicked promises under his roof was impossible. But the company had a zero fraternization policy, and things were already complicated enough. I needed to focus on doing my job. And avoid doing my boss. Kingston wasn't just another suit... He was a cocky suit. And when the suit came off, he was a man who could steal my heart.

My name is Dylan Murphy, and I work for the rich and powerful of an exclusive Manhattan building. Graham Morgan was my first boss, but soon after I was working with some of the most famous entrepreneurs, business moguls, and movie stars in the city. They trusted me because I always followed the cardinal rules.

It was one night, a night of pure passion and desire. A night I will never forget. But she walked out, and I never stopped thinking about her. And now, she's back, within reach. And again, she’s off-limits, belongs to someone else, one of my men. Teaming up with her to take down those who threaten our freedoms seems like a perfect way to get close to her. But there’s more at stake than ever before.

Bentley Mendoza is making a name for himself as the only rookie on the Austin Rattlers basketball team. He’s living the dream life. A new house, a different woman every night of the week. What more could he want? Except the brunette flight attendant who refuses to go out with him. Jolene Haines is swearing off men after her failed fling with a pilot. All she needs is her best friend and her bed. Now that International Airlines is partnering with professional basketball teams, she’ll be surrounded by sexy athletes.

She'd always been off-limits...and I'd never wanted her more. Gorgeous, loyal, poised, and all grown up. Riya Guliani had been a thorn in my side since we were kids, it seemed not much had changed. Except for the fact she was known in influential circles as "the fixer", and she was back in NYC to clean up a mess. Mine. Who cared that I was a little reckless? I hadn't turned my father's million-dollar company into a billion-dollar empire by doing what was expected of me. But sometimes the unexpected was exactly what we needed. And I needed her in a way I never saw coming....

I’m Chuck Sansone. Cocky, arrogant, and the best boxer in the world. I’m a part-time building maintenance guy for Dexter Truitt and now his newest project. It’s been the same structured routine for years: training, working, and fighting. But with Dex behind me, someone who can see my end goal and believes in me, I know this is my time. I will fight for the heavyweight world boxing title. Nothing will stop this from happening. Not my team. Not my friends. Not the Mafia. Not the headstrong, gorgeous blonde bombshell - Caroline.

I was never supposed to want to keep her. She was meant to be borrowed. Mine for six days and not a day longer. She doesn’t belong to me. She belongs to someone else. My brother.... The closest person I have outside of the screaming fans and paparazzi - a constant in my new life - other than the whiskey I drown myself in to numb the pain left by someone else.

He’s been divorced for years and is preparing for his oldest child’s wedding when a beautiful young woman runs into him in the resort lobby. He’s much too old for her, but when his daughter, Karissa, decides - once again - it’s time for him to “make nice” with his ex-wife, he tells her that he’s dating someone. Which someone? He uses the name of the woman he ran into at the front desk.

The roll of the dice, the flip of the cards, I love it all. The risk, the chance, the odds. Which is why I'm here again. In over my head. Drowning in debt, with no clear way out. But when a sexy, commanding boss makes me an offer, I can't refuse. After all, it can't be that hard being married to the Brash Boss. But deals struck over money should never involve the heart...

It was just a typical manic Monday until the blue and red lights flashed behind my Harley. The cop who pulled me over was good-looking, if you’re into clean-cut guys with expressive eyes. He was also cocky and gave me three tickets. One for speeding. Another for blowing a light. And the third for not producing an insurance card. Jerk. When he finally let me go, I realized I was more than an hour late for my first day as an intern for the infamous advice column Ask Ida.

I’ve been throwing punches since I was old enough to remember. They call me The Lion: a sexy, tattooed beast in the cage. I gave it all up after my brother’s accident. Now I’m trying to figure a way to save my family’s legacy and at the same time mend my broken heart. I’ve been in love with my friend Soraya since the ninth grade. Too bad she’s in love with someone else. I even have a broken jaw to prove it. My life is a mess. Until a smoking-hot little firecracker with a zesty attitude walks into my gym and turns everything upside down.

Things have always come easy for me; sports, academics...girls. And I’ve used all of that to my advantage the past three years of college. I’ve got it all, or at least I thought I did until Laken walks into my life.

It was supposed to be simple - drink tequila, forget about the life I’m running away from, and have one wild night. That’s exactly what my next-door neighbor, Aubrey, told me to do. That’s when I met him - the arrogant Aussie. It’s easy to forget a night with a stranger until that stranger is living next door.

As a political blogger living in Manhattan, I have no time to date. My few free hours are spent with best friend Soraya and her husband, Graham. Love has no place in this equation. Then Prince Zan walks into the coffee shop. He’s confident and different from other men, making it clear from our first conversation royal lineage won’t stand in his way. I know better than to be carried away by green eyes and soft lips. But if that’s the case, how did I end up in his bed?

He looks like he belongs on stage, stripping out of his firefighter uniform, not running into a burning building to save me. But thank God he did. When the smoke clears and my eyes focus on my savior, one look at his gorgeous face and tattoo-covered muscles, I know he’ll be too much for me to handle. It’s a good thing I never have to see him again, right? Except, losing my home to a fire means finding somewhere new to live, and guess who just happens to be my new roommate?

Wesley Templeton was determined to not follow in his namesake’s path as a cardiac surgeon. Was he smart enough for it? Of course, he was a genius after all. Did he have the time and patience to master the craft? Absolutely. Was he going to let his controlling grandfather hold his trust fund over his head until he achieved what was expected of him? Hell no!

"You, Delylah Andrews, agree to marry Korton Whiskey, on the date supplied in the attached contract. In doing so, you will not, by any means, try to break this contract. If you do, the envelope held in escrow will be released to all involved, and you will forfeit your right to the privacy Mr. Whiskey has granted you." I stare at the letter I received attached to the contract in disbelief. A one-night stand who’s now blackmailing me - the daughter of a senator! If he thinks he can extort anything from me with his perversions, he can think again.