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I'm just a normal girl. Or so you would think. I never thought of myself as anything different. Until I met him. Rafael Lencioni doesn't think I'm normal. He thinks I'm special. Special enough to be in his life. Special enough to enter his world. Special enough for his bed. My story is the one that's never told. I'm not the daughter. I'm not the wife. I'm not a sister or a mother. I'm not his enemy, and I'm not his friend. I'm not who you think I am. So for me to fit into their world, I have to do something I never wanted in my life.

Life is full of expectations. For Brady Coldwell, it's always been about the game. Hockey is, and always will be, his life. His family sacrificed everything to get him here, and he won't let them down. He knows what's expected of him. Natalie Banks is no different. She too knows what it means to have everyone sacrifice for you. She knows about the debt that's owed in the end, and the price you pay for making up your own mind. But when an innocent mistake lands Brady and Natalie as roommates, neither of them is prepared for the feelings they have.

Just an innocent bet. Okay, well, maybe a bet to rob the three most virtuous girls in town of their purity isn't exactly innocent, but there's no way we could have known how it would all turn out. How much trouble it would bring. But what the hell were an Amish girl and her sisters doing in the middle of Bright Falls, anyway? I mean, it seemed almost too easy. She was a sheep and I was the wolf, and it was time for me to feast.

Most women fall for me pretty fast. Maybe it's my killer combo of muscles and good looks, or maybe it's my reputation of always leaving them satisfied, if not panting for more. But there's one thing I never do, and that's get involved for longer than it takes for both of us to get off a few times. Until Hannah Miller, that is. Somehow, she made me break all my own rules.

When shy programmer, Charlie, is dragged to a "Magic Mike" club in Hollywood by his co-workers, the last thing he expects is to be pulled onstage. But when he's approached by Ramon, a dancer whose only focus is to bring him pleasure, something awakens in Charlie that can't be denied. Yet heated attraction only goes so far when one man dreams of true love and a life finally fulfilled, and the other is still grieving the one he lost, and the mistake that cost him everything.

My father built one of the biggest MCs around only to have it all fall apart when he was arrested. The once-feared Brody name was now just a label used to identify us as troublemakers. But while my siblings wanted to change that reputation, I was ready to embrace it. I was even considering taking over Dad's throne and rebuilding it all from scratch. But that was before Beth entered my life and completely changed everything I thought I knew. She was a pure and innocent Amish girl, anxious for new experiences and adventures.

Murder. Lies. Betrayal. I deal with those things every day. My name is Jason Avery, and I'm one of the best undercover agents in the country. I have yet to fail on a mission, which is why I've been sent to Vegas. Countless women have been abducted, tortured, only to show up dead in the middle of the night. It's my job to find out who is responsible. Unfortunately every lead sends me to a dead end - at least until Aylee McFadden shows up at my door.

Would you live a lie to hold onto the one you love? Dean and Jason are best friends, like brothers since boyhood, now architecture students and college roommates. They've always had each other's back, but when one walks in on the other with another man, everything changes. How do you explain to your best friend that he's the one you've always wanted, that until now your life has been a lie?

It’s been two years since I left for college; the last time I saw Isla. But when she shows up on my doorstep, the last thing I’m expecting is old feelings to resurface. Growing up, we were friends, until everything started to shift. Our friendship turned into stolen kisses and forbidden touches, but we agreed it could never be anything more. Not when her brother was my best friend.

Loving her was like breathing air—it was hard to live without. Journey Smith was quiet and guarded, and above all else, beautiful. When we were alone, I grew to know the girl behind the stormy eyes. Her hesitant touches and hidden smiles were reserved for me, but now they're gone. Stolen moments of happiness were replaced with sharp barbs and fiery glares concealing her fear. Our past was written in the stone of St. Mary’s—a past that I was not willing to repeat. But what I assumed to be the truth was nothing more than a fabrication of such.