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Bianca: Pretty things distract me. But in my line of work, a distraction will get you caught - or in my case, blackmailed. But Connor Hayes isn't just furious with me. He's charming. And itching for payback. He doesn't just want my money, though. My hate. My beauty. My body. He requires it all as repayment. Right down to my empty soul. Hayes: Two wrongs don't make a right. Except when they are five-foot-seven and hotter than my exhaust pipe. So, I blackmailed her. It was either that or turn her in. I figured if anyone was going to put her in handcuffs, it was going to be me.

The first time I saw Major Cade Jameson, his pants were around his ankles...Every line of hard-earned muscle beckoned me to "squeeze here." But I'm getting ahead myself. To tell this story right, I'll have to start with the present, not the past. I owe Cade a debt. A life for a life. My name is Brecklyn Brannon, and I'm not who I claim to be.

Theo Von Bremen. Aloof, elite, and baseball's next MVP, his name hangs on every woman's next breath. Except for mine. All I want to know is if we're having tacos tonight - it's his turn to buy. Friendships like ours are forged from drunken sleepovers and Roommates Gone Wild episodes - nothing could ever tear us apart. Except...my v-card. And maybe...my new job with six marines. But we can handle this, right?

No one needs that many hookups! Not even soon to be major league pitcher Theo Von Bremen. So, I help him by routinely thinning out his contact list - because I'm the best roommate ever. And he's optimal baby daddy material. For me - not Amanda one, two, or three. But since the man can't take a hint, I'll continue to spray his sheets with my perfume and accidentally leave my panties in his laundry. That has to be enough to break a man eventually. Right?

To most people, suburbia is synonymous with good school districts, manicured lawns, and friendly neighbors. But you can never really tell what's hiding behind those white picket fences and smiling faces. I mean, we all have secrets. The kid down the street steals lawn gnomes. The woman on the corner is having an affair. And me? I'm a murderer. At least...that's what everyone thinks. Because that's the other thing about the suburbs. Rumors spread like wildfire. Handsome detectives start poking around. Houses explode. You know...the usual.

Heartbroken in the City of Love, the last person Elizabeth Hastings expects to lend her a shoulder to cry on is her brother's best friend. Spencer Tate is opening up his first gym in London when a frantic call sends him to Paris to check on his best friend Sebastian's baby sister. If he's lucky, he can stop in for a minute and be back in London the next day. Easy peasy. Except the dorky bookworm he remembers is now all grown up with dangerous curves, lips just made for kissing, and eyes he could get lost in. Spencer. Is. Screwed.

With my NHL career ripped to shreds by a devastating knee injury, I've hit rock bottom. Deadass broke. Divorced. Single father. But none of that matters to me. It's all about my precious little girl. My heart. My soul. She's sick, and she's hurting. So when temptation makes its siren's call inside a hotel bar, I answer. How hard could it be? Escorting rich, powerful women around town? Besides, I'll do anything. My daughter's uncertain future hangs in the balance. A simple mistake invites a ghost from the past back into my life.

Bree Bracelyn doesn't date cops. It's a personal rule that quavers when Austin Dugan flashes his baby blues - and his badge - at Ponderosa Resort's grand opening. Bree's the family fixer, running the resort's PR and her siblings' lives with cheerful efficiency. But one thing in Bree's past can't ever be fixed, which is why she's staying the hell away from Officer Hottie.

Brandon Brown's the unlikeliest Santa ever to don a red suit. His abs are more cheese grater than bowl full of jelly, and deploying to Syria's the closest he's come to the North Pole. But family drama sends the jaded Marine home for the holidays, and lands him a part-time Santa gig....

My life has been severed into two distinct origins. Before. After. You don't need to know too much of my life before. It's no longer relevant to my story. The damage is mine. I'm a ghost. The shell of the girl from before striving to survive in the after. Love. Life. Friendship. I've pushed it all away in my fight to breathe another day. Who am I? No one. Worse, I've lost sight of why I continue to endure. Until him. Until he reminds me of the girl of before.

The members of Sinful Distraction are living their best life as they travel around the country on the heels of 4225 West's sold-out tour. Unfortunately for drummer, Ajay Ballard, that means a stop at the county jail after he's arrested for an outstanding warrant - one he didn't even know about. With an overzealous judge, Ajay's forced to hang out in his hometown longer than anticipated.

Everyone dreams of meeting their soulmate. The person who completes them. For Peyton and Noah, they grew up together, falling in love along the way. Wedding bells are ringing. And the couple who almost wasn't, is going to be. Peyton and Noah invite you into their life. To spend some time with their family. As they prepare to walk down the aisle.

My name is Alexis, Lexie to most everyone. And I'm a Necromancer. It's not as much fun as it sounds, but that's not the problem this time. I haven't seen anyone but Miles in the last month since New Orleans. Talking on the phone? Yeah. Well, except for Zeke. A few text messages was all I've gotten. Until now.

I know how things look from the outside. I'm rich. I'm a successful surgeon. I'm handsome. I should have women lining up from here to New Jersey clawing for space in my bed, but there's one huge catch: I'm f*cking awkward. Every time I get a date, I spoil it. Asked if she's pregnant? Check. Forgot her name? Check. Bought a meat lover's pizza for my vegan girlfriend? Check, check, check.

After running away across the country, Brie Masters is finally settling into her life in California. She's surrounded by loving friends and her brother, who is there to keep her safe - specifically, to protect her from a man from her past who won't let her go. But, as the danger starts affecting those around her, she flees back home, back to the life of Gabby Mastreoni. When her stalker goes after the one thing that could hurt her forever, she has no choice but to run to the last person she wants to ask for help. And then all of her secrets will be exposed.

Sean Bracelyn can whip up a saffron-laced lobster risotto in his sleep, but relationships? That's one recipe he hasn't nailed. Not that he has time, between launching a new restaurant and building a luxury resort with his awkwardly-blended family. But when his dream girl nearly knocks him unconscious with a dead turkey, it's all Sean can do to keep his eyes on the gazpacho and off Amber King's perfect curves.

When billionaire mogul James Preston hires an escort as a date for his brother's wedding, he knows he's taking a risk. But he won't be taking the escort's clothes off. He just wants a date—not a girlfriend. Not a relationship. No strings. No ties. No games. No sex. He has his reasons. He lost someone he loved, and isn't interested in trying again. Too many opportunities for mistakes or worse, heartbreak.

I'm Lexie Delaney, and I'm a necromancer. Which means, I can see the dead, talk to them, affect them. Not as fun as it sounds. Especially since the Veil closed and the dead have been stuck here. Things in town are getting tense. School is starting, and I'm already tired of our plan to keep our relationships quiet. Bodies keep showing up and no one has a clue as to why.

Living in Sin City, Finn McCormick is no stranger to one-night stands, but the last person he expects to find losing big on the casino floor is a former high school fling. Even though Macey Webster's clearly down on her luck, she's still a knockout, and she's dressed like a stripper - because she is one. Drunk off an unfamiliar cocktail of lust, pity, and compassion, Finn offers to pay Macey's debts if she cuddles up to him around town...and does whatever he wants between the sheets.

I have one simple rule: no boyfriends until graduation. I'm too close to my goal of landing a full ride to college to get distracted now. Besides, I blend in better at the skate park than I do in the hallowed halls of Savage Academy, a boarding school for the rich and overprivileged, so staying away from guys hasn't been a problem. Until him.