Everyone fears me, even my family. But I don't care if I'm a black sheep. I've dedicated my life to traveling the world to hunt down fugitives no one else can catch. Maybe I use my dangerous image as a shield—against criminals and my own clan—but being a loner is the price I pay for the life I've chosen. No one gets away from me. No one except Piper Lang.

I am cursed. One Friday night, after a horrible day at work, I decide to cheer myself up with a one-night stand with a hot stranger. The guy who propositions me has a scorching bod and a sexy British accent. Cheered up? Check. Until Monday morning, when I walk into the office, and there he is. My one-nighter is my boss's ex-husband. And her newest business partner.

I'm in love with my best friend, but Jessica O'Connor sees me as only a friend. The fact that we had sex once and it was bloody awful doesn't help. But she finally ended her engagement with Domhnall Sterling, the Scot she took up with two years ago. Do I have a chance now? Maybe. If I can show her that we have chemistry. The sort that will burn so hot she'll forget all about that damn Scot.

Lachlan MacTaggart is hot, Scottish, and dangerous - to a woman's heart. I'm done with love. My ex-wife made sure of that. When my American friend offers to swap houses with me for a month, I can't say no. Chicago sounds like the perfect place for a holiday, until I find out there's a sexy American lass living next door. Erica Teague is bonnie, clever, and as wounded as I am. But I won't ask her why. All I need is Erica in my bed for four weeks, no strings, just a summer fling. We won't talk about our pasts, our lives, or anything except sex. That's the plan.

I entertain naked people for a living. No, not that kind of entertainment. I own a nudist resort. I'm not a nudist, but Val Silva is. And he's a human supernova sleeping in the room next door. The man is tall, gorgeous, tattooed, and a shameless exhibitionist. As the Brazilian bad boy of the international football world, he's as famous for his sextape as for his talent on the field. Oh, did I mention he walks around naked all the time? A girl only has so much willpower. Maybe we can have a little fun...as long as his tabloid past doesn't mess with my quiet life.

I’ve sworn off men to focus on my dream job that starts on Monday. But my best friend talks me into a final night of fun—a blind date. I only agree because the guy is going to work as a doctor in Africa. It’s the best date of my life. Dr. Africa makes me laugh and swoon, and I want to give him a thorough physical examination. He turns into Dr. One Night Stand, and I’m not sad about it. Monday morning, I’m enthusiastic and excited, until I bump into...you guessed it.

It started when I hosted a little party for a bunch of new friends. Though “friends” might not be the right word since the invitees were all the women I’d found out my boyfriend was talking to behind my back. When the guest of honor walked in—aka my now ex—things took a turn…. Unfortunately, a stranger witnessed the whole blowout. I was in a mood that night and ended up giving this gorgeous guy an attitude, too. As if my night could get any worse, before he stormed off, he informed me he was actually my landlord.

I was upgraded to first class on a flight from London to New York. The food, champagne, and service were impeccable. The blue-eyed man sitting next to me, even better. He was suave and intelligent. We talked and laughed, and something clicked. Fate took over and the plane was grounded, and we had an unexpected stopover for the night. With no plans, we made our own. 

I, Cooper Rock, baseball god, worshipper of women, hometown hero, beloved son and brother, and owner of a well-deserved ego, have always reached for the stars. Usually in baseball. In love? Nah. When you’ve played the field as much as I have and haven’t been bit by the bug, you’re immune. Or so I thought until she walked back into my life.

Raise your hand if you’ve ever done this. Written a racy message and sent it to—oops—the wrong person. Yeah, me too. Except, I sent my latest Tales of a Naughty Virgin column detailing my fantasies about my hot, charming, thoroughly bangable next-door-neighbor to…my entire company. Did I mention I’m a children’s book editor? Well, I was. *Facepalm.* At least the column goes viral, but I’m still the gal who gets fired for her not-safe-for-work thoughts about the so-called “Mister Sexy Pants”.

It began with betrayal. And ended in murder. She was never supposed to cross my path. She was never supposed to know about the Currency of Secrets or the Oaths of Blood. But like a thief in the night, she stole my soul even if she wasn't mine to possess. As a member of the Elite, I live by simple tenets. A gentleman above all. Private matters stay private. Secrets whispered are never revealed. Enemies and friends are of the same coin. And power is king. My so-called brothers killed my friend. I intend to make them pay.

I've got everything it takes to make it in Tinseltown: confidence, charisma, and a killer chin. Now all I need is a chance. But Los Angeles is full of hot young hunks, and talent might not be enough to separate me from the cookie-cutter crowd. So I devise a wild scheme to get noticed. Pretend I’m someone I'm not—good-bye Will O’Connell of Cincinnati and hello Liam O’Connell of Dublin. "Liam" and his talent with accents is enough to get my foot in the door, but I never anticipated meeting the woman who has me more worried about keeping my foot out of my mouth.

The first time I met Charles Cavendish, I accidentally locked myself in a closet with him. The second time, he became my new boss. My very grumpy new boss. No matter how I much I try, I can’t forget what his lips feel like. The way his arms wrap around me. I need to keep my distance. But when the company lands a new account, I’m forced to work side by side with this man. The handsome devil who makes me forget all rational thought. But the thing about the devil is...he can lure even the greatest of saints.

I hate Christmas. As CEO of my company, I’ve banned decorations from the office, festive music from the lobby, and any kind of secret Santa gifts between employees are strictly forbidden. I’m heading to the airport, away from the Christmas lights and the mulled wine, heading for sunshine and margaritas when I get a call from Granny. She’s sprained her ankle and needs my help filling in for her as head of the village Christmas Committee. 

My fiancée is a dreary little mouse, and I have no doubt we’ll make each other miserable if we go through with our arranged marriage. But I can’t dishonor my grandfather’s dying wish. Which leaves me one choice — make my sweet fiancée so miserable during our engagement festivities that she calls it quits. Operation Prince Charmless will get her out of my hair. And then I'm back to Sexy Single Ruler business as usual. Or that’s the plan…. But my fiancée is feistier than I remembered. Sexier, too. Looks like the Royal Package and I are in for more than we bargained for….

Everyone fears me, even my family. But I don't care if I'm a black sheep. I've dedicated my life to traveling the world to hunt down fugitives no one else can catch. Maybe I use my dangerous image as a shield—against criminals and my own clan—but being a loner is the price I pay for the life I've chosen. No one gets away from me. No one except Piper Lang.

Having a fling with my ex-husband is a huge mistake. I might have walked out two years ago, but he divorced me. A meddling friend has set us up on a blind date, and though I should know better, I still can't resist Jack MacTaggart's hot body and his sensual skills. After one steamy afternoon in a Scottish hotel room, it's over - again. But we forgot something on that day when we gave in to our mutual lust. 

I want Errol Murdoch—as my business partner, nothing more. The man has traveled the world searching for things no one else can find and solving riddles no one else can crack. Only a treasure hunter like him can help me find a hoard that archaeologists claim doesn't exist. I have my reasons for fighting to prove them wrong, and I won't stop until I've succeeded. Errol is explosive in so many ways, but his hot body will not distract me from my goal. No way.

I hate Logan MacTaggart. He's rude, crude, and the last man on earth I'd ever get involved with. But every filthy thing he says makes me want to rip his clothes off. Or smack him. Sometimes both. Logan tempts me to do naughty things in inappropriate places, and I can't resist giving in. Serena Carpenter is a bitch. Every time she slaps me and calls me disgusting, I want to drag her into the nearest dark corner and show her exactly how rude I can be. The last thing I want is a relationship. Once I seduce her, I'll walk away. After all, an ex-spy doesn't get a happy ending.

The sweetest lies are the most seductive.... Twelve years ago, I fell in love with Alex Thorne. He was beautiful, charming, sexy, and the best lover I'd ever had. He's also a bloody liar. Every word that comes out of his mouth is a half-truth, a con, or an evasion. Now I find out my dream job at a university in America is his way of pulling me back into his world. I will never, never fall under the spell of the British Bastard again. Catriona MacTaggart is the one that got away. The Scottish lass has fire in her soul and in her eyes, especially when she punches me.

Everyone fears me, even my family. But I don't care if I'm a black sheep. I've dedicated my life to traveling the world to hunt down fugitives no one else can catch. Maybe I use my dangerous image as a shield—against criminals and my own clan—but being a loner is the price I pay for the life I've chosen. No one gets away from me. No one except Piper Lang.

I’m Poppy Woodstock. Romance author and wholehearted believer in Happily Ever Afters. A terminal case of writer’s block should be my biggest worry. Then I crash into him - literally - and fall into the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Connor Bradley. Thief, rebel...and my new neighbor. One slip with the bad boy next door, and my life becomes stranger than any fiction I could ever write. I impulsively tell his mother that I’m his fiancée, forcing him to help me.