Bad Swipe

She blamed the dating app. Stef saw his picture—his smile, the rugged line of his jaw, the way the man could fill out a suit, and like an idiot, she fell a bit in love with him. And in a night of drunken insanity, she swiped right on the picture she’d been drooling over for months. Then in a morning of hangover unpleasantness, she saw that he’d swiped right, too. And suddenly, she found herself on a date with the man of her dreams.

He was her mortal enemy in the business world. But in the real world? He had a soft spot…and it was only for her. And when sexy, smart, and oftentimes cold Clay Steele showed that soft part to her, Heather forgot to be the smart, calculated businesswoman she was. In fact, Heather got stupid. And stupid had her waking up hungover and naked in Clay’s bed. With a giant diamond ring. On her left hand. Oh hell— What had she done?

Bad Night Stand I’d brought him home thinking that for once in my life I would live a little. Then he’d walked out, and I’d chalked the experience up to a bad one-night stand. Now weeks later I was puking my guts up and had a pink stick with a plus sign on it declaring my future. And because my life was my life, I was pregnant, alone, and starting a new job. And whose company was I working for? Jordan. Jordan O’Keith. The man who’d I’d brought home that night. The man whose baby was currently residing in my belly. The man I hadn’t recognized… And the man who was my father’s arch enemy. Bad Breakup Twice he’d broken her. CeCe was supposed to be traveling the world, taking the vacation she had always dreamed of, living the life she’d always hoped for. Not pushing away an ex who was determined to have her again. Not finding it harder and harder to resist Colin at every turn. But she was. Finding it harder to turn him away, harder to steel her heart against him. Especially when she found out exactly why the past had torn them apart. Because just like before she was falling hard. Falling fast. Falling deep. Bad Husband He was her mortal enemy in the business world. But in the real world? He had a soft spot…and it was only for her. And when sexy, smart, and oftentimes cold Clay Steele showed that soft part to her, Heather forgot to be the smart, calculated businesswoman she was. In fact, Heather got stupid. And stupid had her waking up hungover and naked in Clay’s bed. With a giant diamond ring. On her left hand. Oh hell— What had she done? Bad Date: A Never Before Released Novella Blind dates were the absolute worst. Awkward, filled to the brim with small talk, and they never, ever worked out. Kay knew all that. Yet for some reason, she still had agreed to let Heather set her up. And when the date came, Kay found herself stood up. Yup, that was just perfect. Her night was shot, she was behind on her word count, but then…she quite literally ran into tall, dark, and handsome outside the restaurant. One look at him and Kay thought that perhaps her night might be salvaged after all. Until she discovered tall, dark, and handsome was a jerk. Until she discovered that jerk was her missing blind date—her rude and insufferable date who blew right by her as if she didn’t exist. What. The. Hell?

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My ex-boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend. I went to the bathroom, came back, and…they were right there, sucking face in the middle of the bar like they didn’t have a care in the world. And— What could I do with that? What I always do, I suppose. Run. Only this time I end up running straight into the arms of a big, gorgeous, bearded hockey player. Leo West saves me from the floor of the bar. But he also saves me from the boring loneliness of my life. The only question is if he’s going to let me save him right back.

I had a love-hate relationship with hockey players. They’d won over my protected, carefully-controlled heart, and I accepted that they had a place in my town. And in my heart. Mostly because Joel had waltzed right in and made himself at home. And…I’d fallen for him. Deep. But now the man had decided he was going to waltz back out…leaving a giant, hockey-player-sized hole in my soul and my heart shredded beneath his sharp skate blades. The man had broken me. And he’d done it with a smile on his face.

I’m snowed in. With a famous hockey player. My life has been a disaster. I’ve lost my job, my apartment, and my direction, so when my best friend suggests a week trip up to her house in Tahoe, I jump on the chance for a change in scenery. Only, I didn’t anticipate Snowmageddon. I didn’t anticipate being trapped on the side of the road and rescued by a famous hockey player—and certainly not by Lake Jordan, star center for the Sierra Hockey team, model, and entrepreneur. I didn’t anticipate having to share his house. Or that there would only be one bedroom. And I didn’t anticipate…that he might want to keep me. Forever.

Blocked He’s the playboy she shouldn’t want. She’s the woman he can’t live without. Backhand He’s a bad boy. She’s the woman who’ll make him leave all that behind. Boarding He was her fantasy. But having him would get her fired… Benched His son wants him to find a wife… But he thinks love is the ultimate, dirty four-letter word. Breakaway It was hate at first sight. Just not for him. Breakout He was too young for her. A decade too young. Checked She was in love with him. The worst part? He knew. Coasting Calle Stevens wasn’t what one would call a risk-taker. She was steady. She was even. She was . . . pregnant. Centered He was about to be traded. And the woman he loved would be left behind. Charging Once upon a time she’d been an intern. Once upon a time he’d been a rookie.