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Women hire me, pay me an absorbent amount of money, to teach them the art of...oral stimulation. I'm what people have referred to as a "professional blower." When I was in college, it was a great way to make money, needing the extra cash to get me through school. By the time I graduated, I saw the potential to earn more than my degree would ever be able to offer me. I had a good run...until my ex's new girlfriend hired me to teach her how to please him. Or so I thought.

Kit Carlyle isn’t just some woman. Beautiful? Yep. Seductive? Damn straight. She’s also my best friend and my coworker. But when her cousin dies and leaves her with a long-as-hell and sexy bucket list, Kit turns to me for a helping hand. What can I say? I’m a sucker for a woman in need. Besides, I’m not about to let another man steal away my girl, occupy her bed, or fill my shoes. But as the stakes get higher and the items become hotter, I’ll have to face the toughest challenge of all: admitting I want more than Kit’s friendship. I want to make her mine.

Women know I’m a bad boy. They know that they should keep their distance, but they never do. All they ever get is one night. The dirtiest, hottest night of their lives. Court appointed shrink Dr. Julia Connors shouldn’t have been any different. She shouldn’t have changed me. But she did. She asked me to tell her how I felt. All I wanted to do was lay her down on that couch and make her scream my name. She was the only one I wanted a second night with. She was the only one I couldn’t take it from. And when old rivalries flared, I had to leave to keep her safe…I had to break her heart.

As a world-class dancer at the height of her career, Emily enjoys all the perks of fame - the parties, the glamour, the tours - but they've also attracted the attention of a dangerous ex-boyfriend hell-bent on getting her back. Enter Carter Kincaid, a bodyguard so crushingly sexy he takes her breath away. Carter's the best in the business, and Emily is - professionally speaking - off-limits. But when it comes to stirring his desires, she's making all the right moves.

I’m busy carving a name for myself in the mafia underworld, and I don’t have time for the women who chase after me and wanna tie me down. They can get in line for the wildest f*ck of their lives and then they can get lost. I trusted the Sanatores and they ran their mouths. Six years in jail was a long time to plan my revenge, and now nobody will stop me from getting the payback I deserve. Not the bastards who are out to kill me, not the women who want to find out if the rumors about the size of my… ego are true. Nobody. Until I set eyes on her.

All Nick Norton wants is to stay on the straight and narrow…and never get caught stealing again. Then he lays eyes on her: Stella Peretti—100 percent sexy and absolutely irresistible. Especially when he sees her smooth moves lifting a two-karat diamond. Nick realizes he’s found the sparkling woman of his dreams—one so perfect for him it’s almost criminal. The Shimmy Shimmy Bangs are master jewel thieves who are planning the heist of the century. And Shimmy leader, Stella, isn’t about to let anyone—even if he is a hunky, tatted-up studmuffin—get in her way.

Bad boys love bad ideas. It's kind of their thing, isn't it? Ethan's no exception. Rule Number Seven - I don't care what you've done before. It doesn't matter. It's about what you want to do now. I'm really bad at being a good girl, aren't I? I blame Ethan. He's corrupting me. It's the perfect excuse, but I'm not sure how much longer I can keep using it.

How can something so wrong be so perfect at the same time? Rule number five - I'm going to show you some things that you'll never forget. It's wrong. Not just this, but everything. I knew it was wrong, but I thought I could get away with it. Why, though? I'm not like this. I'm good. I'm the good girl, the girl with perfect grades, the girl who does everything right, prim and proper. I don't cause trouble, I don't get into trouble, I don't....

I thought I was a good girl, but then why do I love hearing all of the naughty things he says he wants to do to me? Rule number three: You can change your mind, Ashley. Not just now. Whenever. I could tell Ethan that the only thing I'll regret about this is that we only have a week together. Except I can never tell him that. I need to stop. I need to understand that this is a temporary situation, and that I'll never have it ever again, because no matter what, it won't work out, whether I want it to or not.

I don't know when it happened. I didn't think it'd ever happen. I can't lose her. I can't even imagine losing her. Rule number six: This is supposed to be fun. Understand? He's my bad boy and I'm his good girl. And, yes, he's my stepbrother and I'm his stepsister.

This is bad. Very bad. He's rubbing off on me. Resident bad boy Ethan Colton is turning me into an irresponsible bad girl. Rule number two: When I tell you to come here, you come here. It's still an order, still practically growling at me, commanding me to obey him, but it's more, too. It's fun and flirty, a little playful. I can see why girls fall for him, can see why his devious smirk melts their resistance, because it's doing the same to me.

I was never supposed to fall in love with my stepbrother. I never intended to. It just sort of happened. Rule number four - You can change your mind, too, Ethan. We can't. We're done. This girl lives in the same house as me. Her bedroom is just down the hall. It barely takes 20 seconds to go from her room to mine, and yet it's an impossible distance now. She might as well be on the sun.

You know how people say they woke up in Vegas married and you're like, how the hell could that possibly happen? Who does that? Well, us, apparently...and the press is having a field day. Let's not even get started on the topic of my mother. Then there's my grandpa wanting to meet my new husband - that's not scary at all. On top of that, we're heading out on tour, and I'm a nervous wreck. Did I mention that Jesse's newly changed marital status doesn't seem to be an issue for the groupies?

Wild, reckless, and fast. That's how I raced, until a fatal accident on the track ruined my riding career. I had no choice but to leave that life behind - at least, until now. My name is Logan Chandler, and I'm one of the best FBI agents in the country. When an old friend calls for help and winds up dead, I take matters into my own hands. In order to do that, I have to go back to my past. Back to the racetrack and to the one girl I never thought I'd see again: Kassidy Bennett.

A rough childhood branded Jasper Storm trouble. A bad boy. Not worth a damn. His love of cars was the only thing that could battle his delinquency. With the need for speed in his blood, he overcame his wayward ways. Mostly. Now that he's all grown up, the broken city of Detroit hails him as its shining star. And the man behind a new cutting-edge automobile is ready to turn this bankrupt town around.

Born of wood, cloth, and a substantial dose of magic, Velsa is a Fanarlem, a beautiful artificial girl. Raised to be a concubine, she has seen her friends at the House of Perfumed Ribbons sold off to be the pets of wealthy men. Now her own dreaded day has come. Grau Thanneau is a kind and handsome sorcerer who expects to own a spectacular piece of spellwork - he doesn't realize that everything he has been told about Fanarlem is a lie.

Rule number one - It's only supposed to last for a week.... Ethan is a cocky, arrogant jerk. He's always been that way. I'll never understand why girls trip over themselves just to be with him. Don't they realize he's going to ditch them in a week?

I'm Muse Harper. I'm a twenty-something painter who loves red wine, quirky movies, and men with fatal flaws. But that was before I met Jasper King. He became my fatal flaw. Eight months ago I had a choice to make - abandon everything I've ever known to protect my family or stay and risk someone getting hurt. I chose the former. My plan was working just fine until I found out my father had gone missing. That was when I met Jasper.

Charlotte Lane was the tomboy who lived next door. Eyes the color of the summer sky. Mounds of curly blond hair. A little bit of sassy and a whole lot of sweet. She was my best friend. My confidant. My salvation. But when circumstances tore us apart, it put more than just miles between us. I hated her. Blamed her for my worst nightmare. And I never wanted to see her again. Then one wrong turn brought her back into my life, and now she's under my skin.

Her life is full of structure, routine, and organization. Settled, comfortable, and content, corporate accountant Caroline Milton loves knowing what to expect every minute of every day. More importantly, she loves knowing her life is what she pictures it to be and not what she came from. The Catawba Hellions VP is a wild one, refusing to be tamed. His motto - "hit it, get it, and go; no repeats" - guarantees a new woman in his bed nightly.