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Macy Carrington is broken. The strong, beautiful woman that I've unwittingly fallen in love with is all kinds of broken from a secret that she has carried for far too long. A secret so dark, she has gone to great lengths to protect it. A secret that I'm terrified will one day rip her away from me.

Jesse Lee is the worst! He’s a multi-millionaire, triple-platinum-selling, Grammy-Award-winning man-slut - a worldly, self-indulgent heathen. I wouldn’t sleep with him if he were our last chance to ensure survival of the human race. The only reason I put up with him is because he’s my boss’s brother. Playing by Heart is an enemies-to-lovers romance where opposites not only attract, they ignite.

For some reason, my new boss has it out to get me. Innocent little me? I'm just a petite, talented, darling little thorn in his side. Okay, my words, not his. But he can't fire me unless I quit—long story. The joke's on him because I couldn't even quit chewing gum, let alone my dream job. So, I thought I had it handled.

I never thought the love of my life would turn out to be - a mall Santa. What has happened to Mack McAllister? We were law school rivals. Absolutely insane in bed. Our two-year fling ended when we graduated. He had his ambitions. I had mine. We were going to slay the competition. Now he’s sleighing it? When I stalk him at Riverside Mall, he looks like Santa in every way. White beard. Rosy cheeks. Kid on his knee. But I know better. That bowl full of jelly is hiding ripped abs. I’ve been inside that suit.

Ever heard the one about the rom-com princess who gets swept off her feet by her fake fiancé? Yeah, that’s not my story. I’m an actress whose reputation is currently circling the drain, thanks to a string of public relationship disasters. All I want is to adopt a baby and leave my tabloid trainwreck days behind me. When the adoption agency doubts my ability to provide a stable home life, I agree to a fake engagement with a guy who screamed “PR-approved.” Easy enough—until Archer Corbett blows it all to pieces.

It wasn’t my expectation to fall into bed with the woman who won me at the bachelor auction. I was only doing my grandma a favor, not looking for more than a shared dinner with the winner. Then again, I wasn’t expecting someone as hot as Isla to be my date. She makes it clear that she’s down for a night in the sheets but bolts, leaving me holding my junk—literally. Which I figure, in the end, is all fine and good because love burned me before, and I have no plans to repeat that soul-crushing heartbreak.

All I ever wanted to do was please my parents. But when I realized that wasn’t going to happen, I stopped trying and did as I pleased for the first time in my life. Was I a spoiled princess? Far from it. But I did take a vacation. And met a stranger I think I fell in love with. Worse, it terrified me and I ran. Like a coward. Imagine my shock when I learn he’s right here in New York City. Guy Hamilton is the man I could never stop thinking about, and when our paths cross again, I learn it’s been the same for him.

Chase Sinclair should be my enemy. Wrights and Sinclairs don’t mix. Not with years of history and turmoil between our families. A rivalry that only seems to fester and corrode with time. Except I’m done denying what I want. We both are.

Everything is falling apart. I just got fired—by my father. My boyfriend decided I wasn’t good enough—during my Grandma’s funeral. That hot guy I met at the bar—I didn’t get one kiss from him. All I have left is to start a new life. But before I embark into the unknown, I head to Kentbury. Someone has to warn my paternal grandmother that her son wants to leave her destitute. And who do I find instead? Tall, hot, and delicious Bishop Harris.

Owen Sharpe is like a Bingo card of "Men I Should Stay Away From." Gorgeous? Of course. Cocky? Like a literal rooster. Pro hockey player with a fat wallet and a bad attitude? You already know it. But when I get locked out on my apartment balcony—while missing a crucial piece of my clothing (hint: the lower half)—Owen is the only person willing and able to help me. That's how I ended up in his apartment for the night. And when the Houston Scythes superstar needed a fake girlfriend to rehab his terrible PR image, I was willing to return the favor. Besides, we both swore this was fake.

As a powerful hedgewitch and psychic, there isn’t much I can’t work to my advantage and finesse with a spell. Love, fortune, and even the perfect cup of coffee are all possible with the snap of my fingers. But some things are utterly beyond my control. Like the powerful and broody warlock who’s been a part of my life for as long as I can remember - and even the lifetimes I often can’t. Things almost as dangerous as Lucien Bergeron’s hold on me and the breathtaking smiles only I get to see. Or the evil still stalking the streets of New Orleans that beckons to me to see. To feel. To die.

When a tragic accident caused Ford Grimes to trade the fast pace of the city for the refuge that came with being a small-town firefighter, the last thing he wanted was romance. Then he met the seductive manager of the local pizzeria and found himself questioning all the rules he’d put into place for his new life.

I've met the best woman at the worst possible time. Miranda is the fire to my ice - a sexy, charmingly candid spark who breaks down my walls and reminds me what it's like to feel again. But I'm being forced to date my team owner's daughter to keep my job, so I can't be caught with Miranda. Still, we're getting closer - until Miranda finds out about my "girlfriend". And that's not the only secret I've been keeping. But Miranda's the one I want...even if she doesn't believe me.

Prepare for the worst, but hope for the best. That's what Lily Calloway and Loren Hale try to do when his father schedules an "important" meeting. The problem: after being swept into the public eye and battling their addictions, they're not sure what the worst is anymore.

When fake rumors spread like wildfire—like having three-ways with her boyfriend's rock climbing brother—Lily Calloway retreats to a dark place: her bedroom. Loren Hale is more determined to keep their sex life private, even from their friends, and he helps Lily in the only way he knows how. But how much love is too much? Their lives are filmed, watched, and criticized. And through it all, Lily and Loren have to face enemies they never thought they'd see, demons they don't know if they should bury, and setbacks they didn't think they'd meet. Not this soon.

Three strikes and I was out—dumped, jobless, and friendless. Hitting reset meant leaving Manhattan and heading home, where the most excitement in my life was taking pole dancing classes… until I fell and broke my ankle. The surgery that followed was expected. Waking up to my brother's best friend by my side, however, was not.

When I find her elbow-deep in a tub of ice cream with tears running down her face, how can I turn down her proposition? Suddenly, a fake relationship becomes a fake marriage that we have to keep up all summer. Which is all fine and good except for the part where we both agreed not to let anything ‘real’ creep into our arrangement. But then certain parts of me start to crave certain parts of her and things become even more complicated because we both have our own reasons for wanting what we have to remain make-believe only.

The boy next door is back, and so am I. He's spending his NFL off-season in our small Midwestern town after seven long years away, and I'm in town for different reasons. Memories shift to reality as we find ourselves in the place where we first fell in love. We're different people now, but I'm falling fast and hard for the man he is now.

Forrest Nash is a smug know-it-all. With his brains, ridiculous good looks and penchant for disobeying the laws of both the police and the dark web, Fawn Hill’s resident genius is cockier than any man Penelope Briggs has ever encountered. It doesn’t help that their six-year age difference makes him completely ineligible in her eyes. Add in the fact that he doesn’t want marriage or babies, and that should eliminate him from the dating pool forever. But it doesn’t mean she can’t sleep with him. Once. Or twice. Or ten times.

The list of things I hate is short. Not even my soon-to-be ex-husband is on that list. Nope. I save only the worst of the worst, the crème de la crème, the absolute I cannot even for this list: black coffee, rude people, and Nathaniel Bradley. Which is why when my father informs me that he’s making Nathaniel Bradley his new business partner, and in turn, my boss, I flip out. I go into this knowing I’ll hate every second in his presence. Except the longer he’s around, the more I find myself staring at his lips and remembering the one time they were on mine.