Paige Anderson’s sales success hasn’t translated to relationships. With her husband becoming more distant, Paige is pulling out all the stops to keep her marriage together, and the last thing she desires is to have a scandal-plagued playboy athlete as a client. But the high commission she’ll get from the sale seems worth it… especially when he unexpectedly becomes a shoulder to cry on. Though Paige can’t stop thinking about the troubled all-star, she worries he’ll betray her like every other man in her life. Can this damaged duo put aside their fears and take a slapshot at love?

Christmas is the season of second chances. I’m not the same guy I was growing up, but I have some apologies to make for being him. My fifteen-year high school reunion reminds me of my biggest regret. Walking away from the love of my life to chase my career. By doing so, I fell in love with another woman, had a little boy, and life mended itself. Until my wife passed away. Love can suck it. I’m not interested anymore. And yet the minute I see my childhood sweetheart at our reunion, the ice melts inside my chest. But she hates my guts for leaving her without a goodbye when we were kids, and I can’t blame her. Or maybe she’ll recognize the truth. I haven’t changed at all.

 

The perfect wedding date… but at what cost? She’s about to get way more than she bargained for…Iris Collins needs a wedding date, fast. And the billionaire who saved her from a public shaming is the best candidate yet. She’ll invest in Zac Bisset’s yacht-racing team in exchange for four days in paradise. After all, Zac is adventurous, sexy…perfect for a straitlaced heiress to show off on her arm. Until they land in her bed. Now their real connection—and the backlash of a family scandal—threatens their perfect facade…

My family’s failing farm and my father’s debt has me on edge. Luckily, a chance rescue could be my ticket out. An adorable set of twins need childcare. And their legal guardians are four insanely HOT uncles. THREE reasons why this can’t work: 1. All four brothers are constantly working out in their mansion. 2. They’re older and more experienced in ALL facets of life. 3. It appears I’ve ignited a desire in them that can’t just be brushed under the rug. And if I’m being completely honest… I’m beyond turned on by all four of them. But the weather calls for a scary winter storm. A storm brings that brings all sorts of trouble… Not to mention unexpected surprises.

I met Axel, a mysterious, beautiful young artist in Vienna. As he led me to discover the city: a beautiful European capital with rich culture and art, this incredible encounter changed my life forever. As an artist, he portrayed human weaknesses and frailties. What is art? How does one become an artist? But when his veiled childhood suffering prevented him from getting close to me, I found myself in turmoil and desperation. Would he ever open himself up to me? In the midst of unanswered questions, I discovered the thief who stole Axel’s painting was right under my nose, and I decided to take justice into my own hands. But even so, would Axel ever accept my heart?

Dumped and devastated, my holidays were turning into a total trainwreck… Luckily, my handsome, hockey player roommate steps in with a plan. He’s going to volunteer his services as my personal trainer, so I can get a revenge body and make my ex regret leaving me. But during our long, sweaty sessions at the gym, I find myself becoming more and more attracted to Sven. His muscles are enough to make any girl swoon. He is sweet and caring with a panty-melting smile. Did I mention he’s my ex’s brother? Ignoring that, Sven might manage to save my Christmas from being an utter disaster, after all.

A perfect stranger just kissed away the worst day of my life. Emphasis on perfect. Hunter Forsythe is so far out of my league I can’t even buy tickets. And now he’s insta-date to my stuck up sister’s wedding?! Brace for everything to go hilariously wrong. But my mysterious new hero is no flipping joke. Rich as sin. Knockout eyes. A snarlypants single dad. Muscle, muscle everywhere. Too good for the quiet baker girl no one ever noticed. Then I find out what – and who – put him up to this insanity. I’m so mad I could spit nails. Does love even fit in Hunter’s jagged heart? Or is a Shakespearean tragedy in our stars?

No one takes what’s mine. The lovely attorney kept a secret from me. A baby she’s been carrying since Valentine’s night. The night we were thrown together by the roulette wheel. She never contacted me. Meant to keep me in the dark. She’s about to find out what happens when you cross a bratva boss. Punishment is in order. Sequestering until the birth. And I’ll use that time to win her surrender. Because I don’t just plan to keep the baby—I plan to make his mother my bride. And it would be much better for both of us if she were willing.

My brother’s best friend wanted me for a night. Now I have a surprise. And it was years ago we slept together. When we were just kids. Getting pregnant left me with a different life path than I’d expected, but I let him go. He had big dreams and I let him go live them, but now he’s back in my life, as arrogant as ever. My secret baby daddy has a mission to revive the city but his plans would hurt the people I serve in my charity. The charity that took care of me when I had nothing but a newborn and a shaky smile. I’m not sure if he’s playing the good guy or actually is. He’s not the same guy I fell in love with. Either way, our goals are in opposition to each other. This isn’t a second chance at love. It’s “may the best man win.” Let the games begin.

Driving home for Christmas, I couldn’t outrun the snow or Nick Wallace. I had travelled the world, but nothing prepared me for that fateful night in his cabin… Not even for the baby girl who arrived eight months later. There were secrets pride urged me to keep. Nick never learned about his daughter, our daughter, And I kept my word that my father would never know what we did. Now, fate is calling me back home for an extended holiday season. People say that time heals all wounds, but what can an all-consuming kiss do? This Christmas, will I finally stop running?