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May 1917. The elegant streets of Boston are thousands of miles away from the carnage of the Western Front. Yet even here, amid the clatter of horse-drawn carriages and automobiles, it is impossible to ignore the war raging across Europe. Emma Lewis Swan's husband, Tom, has gone to France, eager to do his duty as a surgeon. Emma, a sculptress, has stayed behind, pursuing her art despite being dismissed by male critics.

Katrina Viceroy is a recently divorced mother of two, and the proud new owner of a flat tire...until leather-clad motorcycle hottie Mac Blair arrives to save the day. Mac is the exact opposite of Trina’s ex-husband. He’s got bad boy etched into every line of his muscular body, for one. Not to mention that gravelly, deep voice he uses to order her around. Things like, 'Swing that pretty leg over my bike,' and, 'Hold on tight' and, 'Here’s my number; call me.' When he’s got her frazzled and panting, Mac just...rides off. Honestly, the nerve!

Georgia wants a fresh start, and that doesn't include the handsome cowboy from her past. But Sebastian is in town now, and he has no intention of leaving until he gets what he wants...

She spent a decade dreaming of him. He'll risk the work of a lifetime to be with her. Trapped in a thankless job with a manipulative boss, Elise craves excitement. Fate intervenes when she gets a call from her former tutor, Armand, informing her of a keyboardist vacancy with the band Vixen's Wail.At the sound of Armand's voice, the desires she has held at bay for ten years come crashing back. Armand was always the stern, mysterious subject of her fantasies; older, wealthy, and with a husky body built for filling door frames.

What's worse than bumping into a parked motorcycle and tipping it over? Easy. It's bumping into a motorcycle, tipping it over, and sending it crashing into an entire row of bikes like horrible, slow-motion dominos. What's even worse than that? Nora knows the answer. It's when the first motorcycle in the row belongs to the hottest man in a hundred-mile radius, and he watches the whole thing happen. Lee Blair looks like he wants to pop her head off her shoulders like a champagne cork. Saying “oopsie daisy” doesn't calm him down. Go figure.