Penny: My biological clock just exploded. Eighteen months. That’s how long I have to make a baby happen before it becomes one more broken dream.
Fate has a sick sense of humor, though. Its name is Hayden Shaw. Yes, the Hayden Shaw. Billionaire developer, scandalously gorgeous, his hard-headed ego only eclipsed by his enormous . . . reputation.
He needs a bride to fool the world. I need a baby. It’s simple business. Strictly professional.
Hayden: My new wife is completely insane. The spitfire who just agreed to play pretend thinks we’re doing this baby thing in a lab, without ending up between the sheets. Too bad I see right through it whenever she says her favorite line. Strictly professional? Please.
Too bad I taste how bad she wants it when we’re giving the press something to talk about, lips tangled together like there’s no tomorrow.
She’s also my last chance at stopping a scheme to steal the family fortune, turning my riches to rags.
But I’m Hayden Shaw. I’m in control. I don’t back down. Ms. Naughty and Nice will never, ever know how bad I’m twisted up in our chase.
Contains mature themes.

ROBBI
Once, Lucus Shaw was my everything.
First kiss. First surrender. First man to promise me a ring, children, a life together.
I remember his rogue smirk, his soul stinging kiss, the blistering words that always made him a little dangerous.
I gave him my body for one insatiable night. He gave me secrets, heartbreak, and hatred.
Friends, to lovers, to mortal enemies. Our tragic destiny. But I survived. Adapted. Moved on.
Fate doesn’t care. Luke’s back, and I have to pretend we still have a Cinderella romance to save my career.
LUKE
I was her first, and I’ll damned sure be her last. I made a promise.
Robbi’s an addiction I can’t quit. A million of her icy looks won’t make me forget what we had.
This isn’t over. Love never fades. I’ll make our fake kisses real. It’s not too late to have it all: my ring on her hand, my name on her lips, my baby in her.
She’ll beg for me again before we’re done playing pretend. Oh, how she’ll beg.
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BEKAH
He was just a hookup. I wasn’t supposed to see him again.
He wasn’t supposed to be my boss. Or dad’s new business partner. We weren’t supposed to keep doing this, night after sheet-clenching, heart-pounding, lip-biting night.
Look, I’m not stupid. Grant Shaw doesn’t settle his gorgeous, cocky, billionaire self down with anyone. Especially not with me, the intern who could cost him everything.
But I haven’t told him the big secret yet-or should I say, the little one?
GRANT
Until her, I never broke my cardinal rule: one and done. I was the man who left them aching for more. I was Wall Street incarnate, too busy to wife up any woman. I was in control.
Now? I’ve met obsession, and its name is Bekah.
Obviously, she’s wrong for me. Don’t make me list all one hundred reasons why.
Obviously, I don’t give a damn. I need more. I can’t let her turn to ice when we used to be fire.
I’ll have my way like always. Even if the price is torching every single rule in my book that says she’s off-limits . . .
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Kara: Once, when I was young and stupid, I had that boy. The charmer, the Adonis, the one who torched every woman’s panties in our small town. He was my brother’s best friend, practically part of the family. When he proposed, he promised me forever. Then the bastard disappeared without a word.
It’s taken five years to get over Ryan. I drowned myself crying a thousand times over. I moved on.
I’m finally remembering what it’s like to smile, when guess who shows up? Everything about him is different. For one, he’s become a freakin’ billionaire. He walks like he’s Mr. Tall, Dark, and Alpha incarnate. I know there’s no justice in the world, because his body matches his huge ego.
Worse, he wants me to play Cinderella again. I can’t. I won’t. I don’t believe in second chances. I’ll never forget what he did.
Ryan: I did a terrible thing. No, I’m not talking about the filthy secret that wrecked everything.
Leaving Kara killed me. I didn’t have a choice. No amount of money, success, or bedding any woman I want whenever I flash my patented smirk makes up for losing her.
She was the one. Hell, she still is.
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Summer: I didn’t have an outlaw’s baby. Honest. I didn’t run, didn’t hide our son, didn’t suffer alone. There’s not a bastard with a gun to my head, sending me running to the bad boy I left behind. Making me lie to everyone.
Yeah, I’m full of it. Here’s the truth-I’m frozen because I’m finally face-to-face with the wild, gorgeous man with the icy stare who lit me on fire three summers ago. Joker rocked me to my core, left me with a kid, and it’s just a matter of time until he discovers everything.
Joker: I swore I’d never see Summer, that lying spitfire, again. I screamed, I shoved, I told her to get out, and stay out. Made myself numb so I’d forget about those lips I used to own, or having her between the sheets.
Worked like a charm ’til . . . the kid. I know he’s mine. If she hates me, I don’t give a damn. This baby changes everything. She ain’t running anymore. Neither am I.
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Cora: Never kiss an outlaw, they said. Easy advice, until the day my father’s dirty secrets made me property of the Deadly Pistols Motorcycle Club. Easy, until I came face-to-face with the beautiful bastard who makes me burn with every glance-Firefly.
Firefly: No more games. I cut Cora a hundred kinds of slack when she landed in my world, one that’s too twisted for a sheltered spitfire.
I laughed at the sass and smears coming out of her mouth ’til the day the Prez made me her bodyguard. Then I put an end to her crap. I protected her. I laid down the law.
One raging kiss shut her up for good. Never expected what came next, this urge to rip off her clothes, throw her on my bike, and own her. Cora, she’ll get my ink on her skin. She’ll wear my ring and have my kids. I’m taking what’s mine.
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Megan: I wasn’t supposed to end up in an outlaw biker’s bed. I wasn’t supposed to love it. I definitely wasn’t supposed to crave his fiery kisses, beg for his touch, or ache to know the man behind the evil-looking ink and scarred smirk.
I was the good girl. He was the monster. Then everything changed. I became a prisoner. I prayed for Skin to save me. He did-and he kept me for himself.
Skin: I went psycho when I saw her in that dirty whorehouse. She’s everything I never wanted, a spitfire with a body meant for claiming.
Then she told me her secret, and I almost needed a straitjacket. I saved her life instead. I gave her a second chance.
I know she’s a marked woman, caught between my club and the bastards I killed. Damn if I won’t make her wear my name, even if she’s trouble on two long legs I can’t stop picturing wrapped around me. I’ll brand her, bed her, own her, no matter how much hell I’ll pay.
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Hannah: How did I get here? Oh, right-Daniel “Dust” Grayson. Scariest, sexiest man alive. The only man who’s ever stolen my panties, lured me into his bed, and left me begging for more. This isn’t what you’re thinking. Yes, he’s an outlaw. But I’m not in a world of hurt because he’s president of the Deadly Pistols MC, or because my big brother is his right-hand man. No, Dust tried to save me from myself. I can’t let my secrets kill him. It’s time to forget everything: his love, his kisses, raising the baby he’ll never know together.
Never wed an outlaw. A broken heart was my wedding present, and now it’s my only defense . . .
Dust: Hannah was my biggest mistake. Ain’t every day a man claims a girl, shoves his ring on her finger, and tells her she’s his ’til the end of time. I had it all, blind to the storm approaching. Then she disappeared. She forgot about us.
I’ll die before I let her. Don’t care if my best friend is her kin, and he wants to rip my head off. Don’t care if she’s a hostage to the meanest crew I ever laid eyes on. Don’t care if I have to move heaven, hell, and everything in between to bring her home.
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Sally: He’s going to kill me when he finds out. I should’ve left Roman behind after our unforgettable fling two summers ago. I wasn’t supposed to end up having his kid, always looking over my shoulder for the last man in the world meant to be a father. But danger has a funny way of betraying a woman’s best-kept secrets and reigniting old flames that should’ve died on a hot summer night.
Roman: I tried like hell to push her away, spent every waking minute on whores and booze. Then I found out what she’d hidden, and I lost my damned mind. Sally’s lies stole more years off my life than prison did. No chick makes a fool outta me. And I’m not fooling when I tell her I’ll get my perfect wife, even if we’re faking it all the way to the altar. Give me a week. I’ll conquer her spitfire tongue and remind her what it’s like to ache desire.Contains mature themes.

Missy: The dirty little secret Dad left in the basement was supposed to be our salvation. Guess nobody told him you don’t take cash from killers without savage consequences. Now, the Grizzlies Motorcycle Club owns my sister and me. We’re only alive because the rugged hulk with the piercing eyes who won’t stop ordering me around says so. He saved us, but he’s also an enigma I don’t understand.
Brass: I claimed her on impulse, and all my brothers laughed. Didn’t know I’d end up with a smoking-hot spitfire who looks at me like I’m the devil himself. I expected my reputation to crack, but my damned mind’s going with it. She’s got me questioning my own club and asking myself every single day how long I can keep my hands off her.Contains mature themes.

Christa: Hell always screams into my life on two wheels, so why the hell does he look like heaven? Rabid’s nothing like the other vicious thugs in the Grizzlies Motorcycle Club. When I see the dark ink dancing on his stunning body, I almost believe he’s here to save me, instead of just seduce me. But I won’t be fooled again. All the club brings is ruin, and they’re back to give me more.
Rabid: I can’t get her outta my skull. My brothers say she’s like broken glass, but they don’t know Christa’s already lodged in my heart. She’s tense, suspicious, and totally scared. I’m gonna find out why. Secrets don’t mean a thing if she’s in danger.Contains mature themes.

Elle Jo: Forget the flowers and tender kisses. I’m marrying a man who took a bullet for me tomorrow, and I don’t have a choice.
Did I say he’s an outlaw? Asphalt has slayed more men on the road and taken more women between the sheets than I can ever count. He’s arrogant and savage. So, why the hell can’t I keep my lips off his when he gives me that smirk and whispers filthy things in my ear?
Asphalt: She thinks it’s pretend, and club business is the only reason I’m slapping my brand on her skin. What a damned joke.
Elle got away from me years ago. Never again. I’m putting her where she belongs the second I hear “kiss the bride.” Yeah, I told my brothers I’d go along with this sham marriage to save the Grizzlies MC. They don’t know how bad I need her.
This isn’t pretend anymore. The good-girl act won’t save her this time. I’m keeping my bride.Contains mature themes.

Erin: Cinderella had it easy. I’m lying to millions of people, and it’s all Silas’s fault.
Yes, that Silas. Billionaire, prince, scandals galore, downright royal bastard-everything that screams run. If only it weren’t for his rock-hard edges and wild tattoos, tempting anything female on all seven continents.
But I don’t care about his looks. Really. Our deal is simple. He needs a pretty little lie, a wife to cover up his dirty deeds. I need a fortune to buy the treatment that just might save my father’s life.
Silas: It’s almost perfect. An engagement with an American girl, desperate as she is beautiful. Anything goes with Erin, except one rule: Her body’s off limits. She’s joking, right?
I convinced her to wear my ring, easy. I’ll get her clothes off next. Show her what the world’s most infamous player does when he’s on fire. Then I’ll move on. No more playing castle. I’ll have my princess with benefits on her knees, treating me like royalty . . .
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Just friends? Is a peach pie to the face “just” a little mishap? I know what I felt the day Quinn Faulkner saved me from death by dessert. My best friend was always The One. The Impossible. Older. Flawless. Brutally gorgeous. A small-town prince of summer crushes. Leagues above a tag-along dance nerd like me.
Years later, my uncle needs a goat wrangler. I just need an escape. What better way to flee a cheating ex and dumpster fire career? What better way to collide with the boy who got away? And now he’s an atrociously hot, mysterious, overprotective beast.
Breathe in. Breathe out. I’m grown up now. Unmoved by his slayer charms and heart-stompy memories. I can’t stay to unravel his darkness-or savor his vows to protect me. We’re safely platonic.
Until the Ferris wheel incident. Then we’re alone with a tension so thick you can chew it. Quinn kisses me like no tomorrow. Truly. Madly. All in. I wanted to piece my life back together. Will shattering the best friend zone leave us whole or heartbroken?
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He knew I was trouble the instant I showed up with a stolen Bengal tiger. But Grady McKnight didn’t flinch like a sane person-he took us in. Bruce the tiger found shelter. I met a hero grump. And Grady got a hot mess. Namely, me.
Born-to-sizzle single dads and rogue zoologists don’t play nice.
So freaking what if I said I’m his nanny? We needed a story when his two sweet daughters barged in.
Hiding a contraband tiger isn’t easy. Neither is pretending he isn’t sending my pulse to pitter-patter heaven.
Cupid, you sneaky little nugget. There’s only room for one hulking, growly, mesmerizing beast in my life. I don’t belong at warm family dinners, or in the fortress of his arms. Saving Bruce is my mission-not falling in love.
This won’t end well. The longer I stay, the more he grins. Walls come crashing down, and my heart becomes willing prey for his carnivorous eyes. I must resist Grady flipping McKnight. Even if a scared, aching part of me knows I’m already his. Even if I know he’s the hero I need . . .
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He never bothered with hello. The shrieking hot stranger had me dizzy the instant he said we’re engaged. Then he chased off the bully on our heels and dragged me back to his place for the night.
Pure insanity, right?
Wrong. You don’t let pride do the talking when you’re homeless, on the run, and hauling around your sick father in a truck so old it must’ve been on Noah’s Ark. You definitely don’t complain when Ridge Barnet takes charge. (In)famous heartthrob. Stinking rich. Fed up owner of one angry rooster. Eyes set to permanent storm.
Of course, it doesn’t end there. My unexpected Romeo doubles down on this ridiculous “fake fiancee” rescue scheme. One blazing kiss shatters worlds. I’m swept up in a small-town fairy tale, wishing I hadn’t lost my faith in wishes years ago.
He’s saving my life. Hero and done. Nothing more. Prince Charmings don’t really marry pumpkin farmers from Wisconsin. Give me strength. Tell me his gaze doesn’t scream obsession. Save me from his oh-so-believable growls. Help me believe our little arrangement never, ever ends in “I do.”
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Bestselling author Nicole Snow returns with a hilariously uplifting standalone romance where two jaded friends next door bring their lost hearts home.
It’s all sunshine and butterflies until your brother’s best friend dropkicks your heart. I knew I had it coming with Weston McKnight. The Adonis next door. The fever crush. The always protector. The man who walked away after pulverizing my soul.
Seven years ago, he left our little town with a promise he couldn’t keep. I waited. I worried. I suffered. I stopped chasing dreams built on that boy’s mile-wide shoulders. Then I found the pig-and sweet chaos found me.
I had to rescue that poor squealing baby before he was roadkill. I didn’t know he belonged to Captain McGrumpy. I never guessed I’d collide with a scowling, moody, scary-hot West again. Same man. New secrets. Oh, but that all too familiar tension . . .
We’re stuck as frenemy neighbors for the next two months. Facing a dilemma with bittersweet memories and flaming glances.
What’s the harm in seeking a little closure? Massive. Can we even use words without risking an all out kissing war? Well . . . Am I in trouble with my worst best friend again? Definitely.
Contains mature themes.