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Vinn Costa used to hang the moon in my sky. He's my brother's broad-shouldered, brutally handsome best friend. He doesn't know I exist, but I've always loved him. Until he did something unforgivable. Vinn's not a sweet boy anymore. He's grown into a ruthlessly cold gangster. He's the most powerful man in Boston, a beautiful lost cause. I cut him from my life. I moved on. Or I would have, if he hadn't roped me into a lie so dangerous I had no choice to play along.

I stole my trophy wife I need a mother for my two kids. A wife to warm my bed. A lover to break. That's Carmela. I thought my only battle would be between us...in the bedroom.…but marrying her incited a war I never saw coming. If I don't win…I lose everything.

A young woman fights her arranged marriage to her late sister's fiancé, a ruthless mob boss who demands three things from her: marriage, loyalty, and a baby. As their wedding date approaches, Mia struggles with a decision that once seemed easy--escape his control or surrender to her heart?

Gage Carter is the poster boy for rude, rugged, and obnoxious. He's the town's mechanic. When he's not giving me a hard time about my car, he's mocking my city girl ways. He's a small town roughneck with a dirty reputation and a mouth to match. I'm a city girl. We go together like champagne and whiskey. People told me he was trouble. But that didn't stop me from craving his filthy promises that make my blood pound for hours. Or having full body shivers whenever he says my name. This joy ride's gone too far. Now we're married - by accident - no less.

Don't be fooled by the uniform. There's badge around my neck, but I'm just a dirty cop with a revenge fantasy. Jasmine was a beauty in the photo, the girl who belongs to a man I hate. The plan was simple: Find her, get laid, come home. Then she became more than a fantasy. Hell, she's the girl of my dreams. I don't want to take her back, I want her home with me. Except Jasmine won't leave, and I won't leave her. It would be perfect, if it weren't for Richard. Her ex. The FBI agent. We were destined to hate each other, and now he knows I stole his girl.

There are a million reasons why I should stay away from Vincent Cesare. This was supposed to be temporary. I was supposed to deal for his illegal card games and get some quick cash. That was it. I wasn’t supposed to fall for him. Little by little, I see the monster grinning at me through the cracks in his pretty suit. He won't tell me what he does, and I'm not sure I want to know. The darkness in his eyes terrifies me. He's seduced me into his web of lies with his charm, and now I'm trapped in his life.

Luke Pardini is many things: playboy, tabloid fodder, ridiculously attractive billionaire. He's the Prince Charming every woman dreams of. And he wants me to be his fake girlfriend. I don't want a relationship, even a make-believe one, but I do need the money. Writing isn't paying the bills, and I hardly have time for a second job, let alone a romance. But he's offering me a dream-come true. I'll get the fancy dresses, the formal dinners, the full Luke Pardini experience. I get to be Cinderella for a few weeks, then I'll trade in the shoes. No problem, right?

I'm secretly engaged...to a man I've never met. I knew him by his handle, "August," but he knew me by a flirty, nude selfie attached to an email. One lewd phone call became the first of many passionate exchanges. His voice made me burn for hours, but he was just a fantasy. Until he proposed. I've never kissed him. We've never had a date. I haven't seen my fiance, but I fell in love with him long before I saw his face. And when I finally met August, I realized he was the strapping, handsome ex-soldier he promised. Protective, loyal, and all mine...All I have to do is say yes.

Grayson is a six-foot-two athlete with sun-kissed skin, slabs and slabs of muscle, and gorgeous dimples curving into his cheeks. My brother hates him, and the feeling is mutual. The moment I saw Grayson, I was smitten. Then he kissed me. Laid me on the kitchen table. Stroked my body with his tongue. Now we can't keep our hands off each other. It's a forbidden romance, a hot summer fling, but I'll trade everything to have endless balmy nights with him.

They call my husband-to-be "Mob Prince," but his happily-ever-after consists of bound wrists and broken promises. Tall, dark, and handsome don’t begin to describe his level of gorgeous. Tony Costa is a dangerous man with a beautiful face. We’re arranged to marry. Start a family. Or else.