The hottest recipe: Take a beautiful curvy-sweet runaway and a rugged loner who is instantly desperate to care for her. Mix slightly, and watch the sparks fly!

From the split second I see her soft blue eyes through the drizzle of autumn rain, I know Laura is mine. We’re meant to be.

Every delicious curve, every saucy glance, every touch of her soft skin makes my arms tighten around her. It’s like her presence sets me on fire.

I’m already obsessed with caring for her. It feels like the most natural thing in the world. Especially when she ends up in my bed much faster than I’d hoped.

I need Laura to be comfortable in every part of my life. Envision a world where I can keep her safe and warm forever. Even though I may have overstepped some boundaries by interfering with her work.

Maybe this ranch cook made a wish upon a pumpkin… and I believe it will come true.

He was hired to bury my story. He moved me into his house instead.

Eight weeks in a Beacon Hill townhouse with a locked door on the fourth floor. One truth a night, at nine, in the kitchen under the street. He picks which one.

I’m an investigative reporter, and Ronan Doyle is the man who buries stories like mine. He ruined four people this month, and nobody in this city can tell you where he was standing.

I came here to take him apart.

By the second week I was going down those stairs early, sitting close enough to feel the heat coming off him. He’d stand on the other side of that counter with his sleeves shoved up and tell me things nobody living has heard, and then he’d look at my mouth about a second too long and send me up to bed.

Night twenty-eight, he didn’t send me to bed.
He came around the counter and took me up to his.

He told me he was in love with me, and I said it back before he’d finished the sentence, because that man has never lied to me.

Then he answered a question I should never have asked.

Now I have four thousand words that will end him, every one of them out of his own mouth.

And there’s no version of this where I keep the story and keep him.

The Fixer’s Confession is a full-length standalone romance and the first book in the Devils We Keep series, about a man who buries the truth for a living and the one woman he refuses to lie to.

Serial killers versus serial killer in a hot and twisted novella about family games, true love, and competitive carnage by the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Ruinous Love Trilogy.

It’s the annual hunt for Sloane and her vigilante family of serial killers. Track the most cold-blooded psychos imaginable and take them down. This summer’s prey is Allan Munster, a churchgoing chicken farmer who slaughters more than fowl. The rules of the game: Divide into teams, devise a strategy, and make a move—the more cutthroat the better. May the best team win. The players are closing in. All eyes are on Munster. But there’s a hitch in the family sport this year. Someone might be watching them.

A love for paws and claws unites a fiery vet tech and a bad boy billionaire in this intense and steamy fake engagement fiasco by Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow.

Lena Joly has a fierce soul for healing every pet who limps into her struggling clinic. Taming human jerkwads is nothing new—until the day Brady Pruitt storms in with an adorable lost puppy.

There’s nothing cute about him. His wicked reputation overshadows devastating good looks and a jaw-dropping fortune. She’s relieved to send Seattle’s infamous bad boy billionaire packing and get back to fighting for her clinic. But Brady already decided the spitfire who ranks him lower than a banana peel can convince his family he’s finally respectable.

Lena could scream. A temporary “engagement” to fool his optics-obsessed parents? An obscene payday to keep tails wagging forever? And practice kissing?

Holy hell. The girl with barbed wire guarding her scarred love life can’t hide when the butterflies hit. And after their love for animals sweeps them away, after pillow talk becomes bad habit, after it feels too real, two stone hearts will be glorious confetti…

I run a global security company with my brothers and negotiate high-stakes deals without breaking a sweat.
But my daughter deciding she suddenly hates every outfit in her closet five minutes before school? That brings me to my knees every time.
Honestly, being a CEO is easier than being a single dad.
That’s why I have rules. Routines. Structure. My life runs a whole lot smoother when everything stays organized and under control.
Then my maintenance company bails on me again, and my house descends into complete chaos. Hiring help goes from unnecessary to essential.
Which is how Melody crashes into my carefully ordered life.
Suddenly, my daughter wants to cook with Melody every evening and runs to her for advice about dresses and hair clips. And I can’t stop thinking about the beautiful woman dancing through my kitchen like she already belongs in our lives.

She makes me want things I stopped believing I deserved a long time ago.

But after losing my wife, I swore I’d never give anyone the power to destroy me again.
Because if I let Melody become part of our lives, losing her would hurt not only me—but my daughter too.
The problem is, every time Melody smiles at me, I want to bend every rule I’ve spent years living by.

Snowed in with three firefighters at Christmas. They all want me. And I’m not choosing.

I came to catch an arsonist, not to end up under the mistletoe with three firefighters.

Grant, the captain whose rules I’m dying to break.
Mateo, who makes me laugh when I’m determined to hate Christmas.
Wes, the quiet one with tattooed hands who knows what I want.

Then a blizzard shuts down New York, and there’s nowhere to hide.

Grant corners me.
Mateo kisses me.
And Wes decides he’s done watching.

They don’t fight over me.
They share.

Someone’s still setting fires out there.
And this Christmas, the only thing burning is me.

A complete standalone why-choose holiday romance with three possessive firefighters, forced proximity, scorching heat, and a fiery HEA. No choosing. No cliffhangers.