"Hi Monty. Wanna see my python?" That's how I ended up in the bathroom of some dive bar with a stranger. Me, Monty Andrews, the quintessential virgin girl next door. I was so out of my element, but there was no denying our explosive attraction, even via text. Commence Operation Bang Each Other Out of Our Systems, because that was all it was-unfinished business. I had no intention of falling back into the sheets with the tattooed, muscly, dirty-in-the-best-kind-of-way...

EVANGELINE FOSTER has been in love with the same man for eight years straight. She never thought the two of them would have a chance to be together, that is, until they start working side by side. With Eve's dream of starting a floral business finally coming true, the last thing she expected was to have another wish granted. But it's happening! They're finally falling for each other. Eve is on cloud nine. Except there's one problem, he's taken. MARCO...

When I put up a ROOMMATE WANTED poster, he was the last person on earth I thought would respond. He was also the last person on earth I'd agree to let live with me . . . on purpose. But, here we are-roommates. I'm certain we can coexist without it being awkward, and I'm determined to make it work. There will be no sexual tension building with each accidental touch, no flutters when he wears that stupid backward baseball cap, and definitely no flirting...

My book boyfriends go with me everywhere. I prefer them tall, dark and handsome, but I don't discriminate. They sweep me off my feet and are always there when I need them-in my purse, in my car, and even in my bathtub. Book boyfriends may not be real, but at least they won't break my heart… or get another girl pregnant. I don't do relationships. I get one whiff and run in the opposite direction. It took me seven years to mend my broken heart,...

One hundred and fifty-three years in the future, Earth doesn't look much like it used to. Holly Danger's current assignment, gleaned from a set of foggy instructions and a handful of coin stuffed into a slot, is to pick up a street kid who's about to terminate himself off a cliff. And, as a rule, she doesn't turn down currency. Her job as a salvager keeps her fed and clothed above the norm, which isn't saying much. The norm in this city is a scrape-by...

Rex Samson is at the top of his game. His business is booming, his family loves him, and there's not a woman-or man-he can't charm…until he meets Natalie Wielder, a tough-as-nails city planner who doesn't fall at his feet. She's firm, sexy, and exactly what he needs: a woman to put him in his place. Nat has better things to do than play with the mayor's golden boy, but orders are orders, so she accompanies him to a mandatory social function. To...

A wrong number is supposed to be just that-a wrong number. Delete. Done. Do not continue to text. Do not flirt. A wrong number shouldn't be the first person on your mind in the morning, or the last at night . . . and you're definitely not supposed to talk them into buying a baby goat. Because that would be weird. When Zach Hastings and I get into a wrong-number mix-up, we don't follow the rules. We keep texting and flirting, because he's wicked funny...

Amy Abrams doesn't do love. Nor does she do emotional attachments, unless you count the connection she has with designer handbags. She grew up in an Upper East Side penthouse, which had about as much affection within its tastefully decorated walls as Castle Dracula. Her family is the precise reason why she points her red-soled heels firmly in the opposite direction of that dreaded four-letter word. Then it happens. Love. It comes right out of the...

Ella Clark has been in love with Alex Grayson forever. She's tired of being invisible-or worse, being treated like his kid sister. If she can just get him to drop his iron-fisted control for two seconds, she'll prove she knows exactly how to blow his mind. Alex has been fighting his attraction to Ella since her should-have-been-innocent sweet-sixteen kiss burned down his world. He's damaged, and there's no way he'll ever drag her into his screwed-up...

Gwen Alexandra does not need a man in her life. Especially not a man who looks like Chris Hemsworth and Joe Manganiello's love child. One wearing leather, riding a Harley, and covered in tattoos. Gwen can bet every pair of her Manolos that Cade Fletcher is trouble. From the moment she meets him, the attraction sizzles between them. Gwen has a problem when it comes to attractive men in motorcycle clubs. The last one she got involved with almost killed...