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Aged to Perfection
0Sophia is determined to grow old disgracefully and refuses to be invisible. She craves fiery passion and steamy romance, not targeted ads for funeral plans. After a heart-shattering breakup, she ditches love to date a new man each week for a year.
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Bridesmaid by Chance
0Things get more complicated when Hudson volunteers Sloane to fill in as a bridesmaid for a potential client, and she agrees…with certain stipulations. She’ll be a part of the Regency wedding—corset and all—if Hudson marries her. Sloane knows the value of the trade: he needs her to get into a high-society club to help secure his business deal, and she could use a down payment to secure her childhood home in return.
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Ice Rivals
5Four years later, Chance and I are playing on rival teams when Presley appears on the Jumbotron. Our lives look a lot different than they did in college, and the odds seem stacked against us, but I’m positive we’ve been thrown back together for a reason.
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Kiss The Villain
0My darkness meets a darker soul.
I’m a golden boy.
A genius law student, the heir to the Carson empire, and the dutiful son.
Or, at least, that’s what it looks like from the outside.
Deep inside, I have the urge to set the world on fire.
I keep these impulses in check, rarely indulging in mayhem.
Until one night of debauchery backfires, and I’m caught by a villain.
I bury the entire ordeal with the rest of my skeletons.
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Knocked Up By My Enemy Billionaire
0Knocked up. And it’s all the billionaire CEO’s fault.
I’m sitting on the bathroom floor, staring at the scattered pregnancy tests.
It’s like they’re mocking me.
I can pinpoint the exact moment when Ethan and I moved from playful flirting to this situation.
He surprised me with a birthday cake.
I remember trailing my finger across the cake’s icing and putting the frosting in my mouth. Hmmm..it was delicious.
Then he put my finger into his mouth to lick the gooey sweetness. My senses exploded.
Next, we’re
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The Way We Collide
0Football is my life. I’m not interested in marriage or babies or poopy diapers. Yet here I am, standing in front of a judge saying “I do,” with a six-month-old on my hip and an aspiring storm-chaser on my arm.
From the time I was a little boy, sleeping with my head on a football, I’ve had one goal: carrying on the Bradford-family legacy.
Our famous father trained all my older brothers and me to be star athletes just like him, but seven years later, I’m the only one still focused on the game.