Elise Faber

He was too young for her. A decade too young. Rebecca Stravokraus was the premier publicist in the professional sports. She was extremely smart, capable, and could spin a story like a spider spins its web. She also didn't lack in confidence. But there was one thing she couldn't do. L. O. V. E. It was the ultimate dirty word, the one emotion that made men, women, and all variations in between turned into possessed, insane beings. Humanity was not built to love. They were built to work, to play hockey, to fuc-Cough. To have a great time between the sheets. That was enough-it had been enough. Until Kevin declared that Rebecca was what he wanted, until they spent several glorious nights in bed together . . . until she began to feel. That couldn't be. Not now. Not in the future. Not ever. But Kevin had decided on her and if there was one thing she'd learned about stubborn, alpha hockey players, it was that they didn't give up. And Rebecca had to admit that in this case she didn't want Kevin to give up.

Rex Roosevelt doesn't believe in love. He believes in women, in sex, and in avoiding any and all types of responsibility. What he doesn't believe in is playing the white knight by rescuing women . . . even though he's been making a habit of doing just that over the last few months. Being the white knight is more in his twin's wheelhouse. Justin spent a lifetime rescuing women from Rex's ill-deeds before swooping in to save the day with the only woman Rex had ever felt the slightest bit of connection to. Of course, that connection had made him run and he'd blown his chance with Kelly Hamilton. Which was just as well. Rex was cold. He didn't feel like normal men. He shut down and selfish and-She was better off. But lately, Rex had begun to feel. First, he'd been unable to steal his heart against the pleas of a gorgeous Italian woman and next . . . Tilly. She'd needed rescuing and even though Rex didn't know the first damned thing about being a white knight, he'd helped her. And then? Well, she made him feel something he'd never thought his cold, dead heart would ever feel again. Love.

Sera used to believe in happily ever afters. Well, she still believed in them. Just not for her. For Seraphina Delgado, finding a man who loved her for who she was inside, rather than simply appreciating her outward appearance, had proved to be impossible. She wasn't trying to be cocky-cock, ha¬-but she was beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, that she'd spent her childhood and tween years modeling and shooting commercials and . . . well, only being appreciated for the way she looked. And that was more curse than advantage because looks faded. People aged, wrinkles formed, boobs sagged . . . Anyway, none of that mattered because no man ever saw who she truly was on the inside. Until Tate. He was more interested in software than her cup size and had hired her to help him find a house. He didn't care about her looks or her boobs, only her abilities as a real estate agent. But then he showed up in her office with a crazy proposition. One so crazy, it almost made sense. He wanted them to get married. And Sera thought she just might agree.

A dangerous man with piercing green eyes. A powerful ability that is rearing out of control. Daughtry stumbles into a world where magic is real and the possibilities for her future are greater than she's ever believed possible. But the road to that future isn't easy to navigate. As she engages in a wrenching game of give and take with Cody, the man who's gripped her heart in his sexy-as-hell fist from the moment she's met him, Daughtry must decide whether she's willing to risk it all - heart, mind, and magic - to take a chance on the man she loves.

A proposal. A sibling. An enemy that never gives up. Daughtry has been to hell and back with a man who will never leave her side. With Cody in her life, she's the happiest she's ever been. Until her sister, Alex, arrives at the Colony. Finally, Daughtry's dreams of a family seem to be fulfilled - except Alex brings a whole slew of complications. She's strong, intense, and doesn't trust easily. It seems impossible for Daughtry's two worlds to merge peacefully until the Dalshie attack and Alex steps up, providing the first measurable hope of eliminating the Rengalla's most brutal enemy. If Daughtry and Alex work together they may finally be able to stop the Dalshie once and for all.

Black magic. An immoral enemy who will stop at nothing to get what they want. And death-too close to those she cares about. Daughtry's life changed forever when she bonded with Cody and found a bone-deep, soul-to-soul love with a green-eyed man hell-bent on owning every part of her heart. Yet as she begins to master her magic, her abilities threaten to harm the people she holds most dear. When an opportunity arises for her to fix a past wrong, does she dare risk using her magic in order to set things right again? A soul sweeping darkness is lurking at the Colony, making the choice for her, and threatening the world she's built for herself. But Daughtry soon discovers that if she's to have the future and love she's always wanted, she must fight for it.

It was hate at first sight. Just not for Blue. He'd loved what he'd seen. Tall and thin with long blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes, Anna Hayes was absolutely beautiful. She also wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. As a professional hockey player, that was a rare thing for Blue Anderson. He was young, rich, good looking, and in the best shape of his life. He wouldn't say he had to beat women off with a stick, but . . . maybe he had to brush them off with a broom. Still, bad puns aside, the truth was Blue didn't have any trouble finding someone-or someones-to share his bed. Except Anna. Never beautiful Anna with the razor-sharp wit and seriously dirty mouth. Despite his appreciation for her model good looks, Blue knew when to stay away. And his plan was to remain far far away from the woman who never failed to roast him within an inch of his life. He wanted someone nice, not a woman who'd barbecue his balls off. But then Blue did something stupid-something that felt incredible, but was also incredibly stupid. He kissed prickly, gorgeous Anna Hayes. And every one of his carefully laid plans went right out the window.

Bec Darden was a high-powered attorney who had spent her entire adult life building a fearsome reputation both in the courtroom and the boardroom. But once upon a time, she was also a na ve and romantic-aka idiotic-soul who'd married her college sweetheart on a whim just before graduating. She and Luke were young and in love and-No surprise, her marriage had been short-lived. Explosive. Miserable. And incredibly, incredibly short-lived. But now Luke Pearson was back in her life and with the worst possible news. Her marriage, the one she'd almost immediately regretted, and the subsequent divorce she'd paid through the teeth for by working insane hours and basically not sleeping for several years hadn't happened. As in she was still freaking married. Luke had been sexy in high school, gorgeous in college, but he was even hotter as a grown man and his reappearance in her life hadn't done anything to dampen the attraction she felt for him. But Bec had already learned that sex wasn't everything. One broken heart was enough, and she wasn't in the market to give Luke another chance at shattering her all over again. He needed to sign the divorce papers she drafted and leave her to her life. Except . . . what did they say about best laid plans? Because Luke wouldn't sign.

His son wants him to find a wife... But he thinks love is the ultimate, dirty four-letter word. Max Montgomery might be at the height of his career, but he's been burned by love. His only bright spot with the emotion is his son, Brayden. But then Bray throws him a curveball- He wants Max to find a wife. Which is not happening. Except...then Max meets Angelica Shallows. She's smart, gorgeous...but has shadows in her eyes. He knows all about shadows, knows they are meant as a sign for him to stay away. The real trouble begins when he finds he can't.

Bad Night StandThe man had seemed so innocent in the bar-hot, hard, and possessing a butt that I wanted to bite like the last chocolate chip cookie in my stash. Of course, he'd also skipped town, leaving me woefully unsatisfied. That was before the news of a failed IUD. Before the plus sign. Before Jordan showed back up determined to make that night up to me. I didn't want a baby or a payday or a sexy, stubborn man in my life. I wanted to go back in time and pretend none of it had happened. Unfortunately, my life had become all about that plus sign . . . and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. Bad BreakupThe first sign of trouble was the rough, masculine voice. The second was the Scottish accent. God, Cecelia loved Scottish accents. Colin McGregor was her every fantasy come to life. And Cecelia had been in love with him. Twice. Then had her heart broken. Twice. Well, the third time wasn't the charm and CeCe wasn't going to be stupid about Colin. Not again. Not now that she knew better. But had anyone informed Colin of that fact? Bad HusbandHeather O'Keith is the biggest, baddest female CEO around. Known for being tough as nails, fair to a fault, and a shark when it comes to securing contracts for her business, RoboTech, she's also lonely. Not that she would tell anyone else that . . . least of all one Clay Steele-sexy, smart, cold, and a man with a business acumen that both matches and sometimes surpasses her own. But then Heather realizes that she may not be the only lonely one. The big lug who seems to enjoy tormenting her in the business world also has a soft side. And when that part of him is wholly directed at her, she gets stupid. Stupid finds her waking up hungover and naked in Clay's bed. With a giant diamond ring. On her left hand. Oh lord, what has she done? Bad Date: A Never Before Released NovellaBlind dates were the absolute worst. Awkward, filled to the brim with small talk, and they never, ever worked out. Kay knew all that. Yet for some reason, she still had agreed to let Heather set her up. Maybe it was because Heather O'Keith had rescued her when some idiot had dropped half a Venti Frappuccino on her laptop, saving her nearly-completed novel and befriending her in the process. Maybe Heather was just a force to be reckoned with. Or maybe, it was because Kay had serious pushover tendencies. But when the date came, Kay found herself alone at a table for almost an hour before she called it quits. She'd been stood up. Yup, that was just perfect. Her night was shot, she was behind on her word count, but then . . . she quite literally ran into tall, dark, and handsome outside the restaurant. One look at him and Kay thought that perhaps her night might be salvaged after all. Until she discovered tall, dark, and handsome was a jerk. Until she discovered that jerk was her missing blind date-her rude and insufferable date who blew right by her as if she didn't exist. What. The. Hell?

Max Montgomery was at the height of his career, playing the best hockey of his life, and lucky enough to have a starting spot on a team that was actually a contender for the Cup. And one by one his friends were falling in love. Love. Now that was a dirty four-letter word if he'd ever heard one. Max had experienced love and all of its aftereffects and where had that gotten him? Lonely, living in an apartment, and paying alimony to a woman who'd left him at the merest sign of a hiccup in their marriage. His only bright spot was his son. Brayden had moved back in with him a few months ago, after his mother had taken off to God knew where. Max loved having him home, but with his son only seven and him on the road for forty-two games a year, they'd struggled. Still, they'd found a way to make it work. But then Brayden threw Max a completely new curve ball. He wanted Max to find a wife. Max had been there, done that, got the crappy T-shirt as a souvenir. No way would he make himself vulnerable like that again, no matter how much his son wanted it. A puppy was a perfectly viable alternative, right? At least that was what he'd been thinking until he met Angelica Shallows, sister to the team's Physical Therapist guru, Mandy, and a brilliant engineer in her own right. She was gorgeous, smart, but had shadows in her eyes. Max knew all about shadows, knew they were meant as a sign for him to stay away. What was that about the best intentions paving the road to hell? Max may have wanted to stay away, may have wanted to abide the warning signs in Angie's eyes, but-The real trouble began when found that he couldn't do either of those things.

It began with a collision. Not in the sense of souls colliding or even stars aligning, but in a real-life, totally her fault, bumpers-crunching, frames-bending, airbags-deploying crash. Haley. Oh Haley. Why was she such a mess? And why did she have to be such a mess when it involved really expensive cars and really handsome men? She was an emergency room nurse. She was supposed to have it all together, to be cool under pressure, to be-Not turned into a complete puddle of mush when it came to the man whose car she'd crunched. But Sam was so . . . so nice and sweet and gorgeous and he made Haley's brain just completely poof out of her skull. But Sam was also her past. Or rather, her sister's past. She couldn't be attracted to the person who'd broken her sister's heart. She couldn't want him. It didn't matter that a decade had passed. Plus, Sam had never noticed her before. Haley was the little sister, the annoying tagalong. Sam wasn't attracted to her and he never would be. But what if maybe . . . just maybe that colliding of bumpers had finally knocked some sense into Sam? What if he decided Haley wasn't the annoying little tagalong sister anymore? And what if she gave into the temptation incarnate of all her childhood fantasies? And worse what was Haley going to do if her sister found out?

Hookups weren't for her. Rachel knew that. She was a good girl-sigh-she'd always been a good girl. Except when it came to him. She'd met the him in question in a bar of all places and his lean strength, gorgeous face, and way-too-charming personality had combined to shatter her defenses. All of a sudden she'd been doing all of those "dangerous, bad girl" things her grandmother had once warned her of. And just like her grandma had predicted, he'd vanished come morning. No note. No exchanged numbers. She hadn't even known his name. Fine. Whatever. Rachel had chalked it up to a horrible-albeit, wholly pleasurable-mistake and moved on. She was the assistant to Heather O'Keith, a kick ass, take-no-prisoners CEO of a billion dollar corporation, she didn't have time to sit around and worry over a man. But then Heather had gotten her happily ever after by marrying equally successful business entrepreneur, Clay Steele, and Rachel discovered that she had to work in close, day-to-day contact with him. Sebastian Henley. The man from the bar. The sexy, gorgeous, irresistible disappearing man from the bar. And he still made her want to do bad, bad things.

He was her fantasy. But having him would get her fired... Plus, everyone knew that relationships between normal women and gorgeous, talented men were doomed to fail. Or maybe it was just that Mandy knew that firsthand. She'd lived that life-always being the one left behind-and wasn't willing to go there again. Hockey was Blane's job, and it was all consuming. There was no room for her. But then... Blane told her she was his fantasy, too. And suddenly, Mandy began to wonder what might happen if all those fantasies became reality.

The first sign of trouble was the rough, masculine voice. The second was the Scottish accent. God, Cecelia loved Scottish accents. The last was the scent-his scent-familiar and uniquely Colin. Cecelia had been through bad breakups before but none had compared to the two, yes two, that had come at Colin's hands, because she was apparently glutton for punishment and didn't know better and was young and stupid and in love. Had been in love. Twice. And she'd had her heart broken. Twice. Well, the third time wasn't the charm and CeCe wasn't going to be stupid about Colin. Not again, not now that she knew better. Nope. There would be no brooding, gorgeously sexy, Scottish hero in her future. But had anyone informed Colin of that fact?

He's a bad boy. She's the woman who'll make him leave all that behind. Name a bad behavior and he's done it-done it so well that he almost tanked his career as a starting defenseman for the NHL's San Francisco Gold. But Mike is attempting to put his past behind him. That is, until his past quite literally reappears before his eyes. Sara Jetty is just as amazing as she was a decade before, except this Sara wants nothing to do with him. But Mike isn't about to let her push him away. He's going to fight for the woman he's loved for more than ten years.