RYAN She’s a distraction, that’s what she is. I’m the newest Captain of the Devils, Chicago’s NBA team, and the last thing I needed this year was for Indy Ivers, my sister’s best friend, to move into my apartment. She’s messy, emotional, and way too tempting. But when the team’s General Manager vocalizes his blatant disapproval of my promotion to Captain, referring to me as an unapproachable lone wolf with no work-life balance, I can’t think of a better way to convince him otherwise than pretending to date my outgoing roommate. The only problem? Faking it feels far too natural. Having a fake girlfriend wasn’t supposed to be messy but having Indy under my roof and in my bed is complicated, especially when she wants all the romantic parts of life that I could never give her. INDY I never imagined I’d be living with my best friend’s brother, NBA superstar Ryan Shay. Even more unbelievable? He needs me to act as his loving girlfriend who’s suddenly changed him into a friendly and approachable guy. Because, well…he’s not. He’s controlling of his space and untrusting of others. Our arrangement isn’t one-sided, though. I’m in a wedding coming up, one where every one of my childhood friends, including my ex-boyfriend, will be in attendance, and there’s no better date than my ex’s celebrity hero. Blurred lines make it almost impossible to separate real from fake. Falling for my roommate was never part of the deal, especially when Ryan is quick to remind me that he doesn’t believe in love. I’m a romantic and can’t help fantasizing that he’ll change, but soon enough, I find myself questioning if sharing a roof with my best friend’s brother was the right move after all

The former Clifton Forge, Montana motorcycle club has everyone in town convinced they’ve locked their clubhouse doors and ripped off their patches. Everyone but Bryce Ryan. There’s more happening at the club’s garage than muscle car restorations and Harley rebuilds. Her instincts are screaming there’s a story—one she’s going to tell. As the new owner of the small town’s newspaper, Bryce is hungry for more than birth announcements and obituaries. When a woman is brutally killed and all signs point to the club, Bryce is determined to expose the members and their leader, Kingston “Dash” Slater, as murderers. Bryce bests Dash match after match, disappointed her rugged and handsome opponent turns out to be an underwhelming adversary. Secrets are exposed. Truths defeat lies. Bryce is poised to win this battle in a landslide. Then Dash breaks all the rules and tips the scales. One kiss, and she’s fighting to save more than just her story. She’s fighting to save her heart from the Steel King.

Rome Cromwell isn’t just football royalty in our town. He’s a heartless monster out for revenge, And I'm the ordinary girl with his target on her back. One year ago my knight in shining armor stepped out of the fog and rescued me. With a simple thank you and an “I owe you one”, I was on my way. Little did I know, that was only the start of our deranged story. Now our parents are married and we’re living under the same roof. Rome presents himself as a masked villain with strikingly good looks and a hypnotic appeal. Girls want him. His friends want to be him. But I only want to run from him. I see beneath his cracked facade into the heart of the beast. He blames me for the fight that left his football career in shambles. And he hasn’t forgotten I’m in his debt. Now his claws are digging in so deep, I fear I won't survive. Rome no longer wants to save me. He only wants to own me. To break me. Piece by piece by piece.

Welcome to the murder mystery party of the year! Fans of the hit series A Good Girl's Guide to Murder will love Pip's final detective case in this mystery novella from #1 New York Times bestselling author Holly Jackson. Six suspects. Three hours. One murder... Pip is not in the mood for her friend's murder mystery party. Especially one that involves 1920's fancy dress and pretending that their town is an island called Joy. But when the game begins, Pip finds herself drawn into the make-believe world of intrigue, deception and murder. But as Pip plays detective, teasing out the identity of the killer clue-by-clue, the murder of the fictional Reginald Remy isn't the only case on her mind ...

She needs me, because she needs money.  I don’t need her. Just her complete submission… Maybell Jacobs is the Wallflower: quiet, shy, socially awkward and hell-bent on hiding even from herself, that is until a chance encounter takes place between us. Instantly she hates me and for good reason. I'm a walking-red-flag. Filthy rich jock, short tempered, and violent. I can have anyone and anything I want.. except her. Little does she know her disgust, anger, and hate for me fuels my obsession to own her, completely in every single way.  Maybell resists, predictably... but her fight only makes her more desirable and I have plans that will lead her right into my lap and never want to leave.  When she joins the sinful tradition put on by the elite of the town, the Hunt, I’m shocked. The pretty little thing has no idea how much danger she’s in if she decides to become my prey. Sweet, innocent, and fragile like a flower. I'll have to be careful or risk breaking her.  Because I’m the ultimate predator and when I play there are no rules.  I don’t chase. I capture. And I like to own my bait. ★ Tropes include: secret society, college, touch her and die, CNC & chasing bait fantasy ★

Demi Crawford was Magnolia Falls royalty. I was the boxer from the wrong side of the tracks. She was the epitome of everything good, while I was broody and rebellious. We couldn’t be more different. Her family was enemy number one which made her guilty by association. I despised her before I even knew her. It was easier that way. But now she’d moved in next door to me, and she was everywhere I turned. I couldn’t avoid her no matter how hard I tried. She was beautiful and honest and sweet. Everything I knew I shouldn’t want. Shouldn’t need. They say there’s a fine line between love and hate—and I don’t know when I crossed over. I was so wrapped up in this girl I couldn’t see straight. She was the right hook I never saw coming. Hating her was supposed to be my end game. Loving her… well, that was just the beginning. But the secrets that lived between us threatened to tear us apart. Lucky for her—I was a born fighter. And she was definitely worth the fight.