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Seven years ago, Jaxon Kane enlisted in the army and shattered my heart. Now, he's back. Except too much has changed while he was gone. The spirited, passionate girl he first fell in love with no longer exists. I live as a shadow of my former self, a shell of damaged dreams and unfulfilled potential. Too broken for second chances, too broken for him, I cling to my dark secret. I'll hide the truth from Jax no matter the cost.

Two pink lines = game changer. Because I got knocked up by Denver Kane. My best friend's older brother. An ex-con. He's supposed to be off-limits. But I've been hot for Denver since before he even realized I existed. And it's more than his bad boy persona. Sure, he's a sexy, hulking alpha male with a man-bun and the darkest eyes I've ever seen. But he's also captivating, genuine, and doesn't care what anyone thinks.

Carter Kane ruins me. In one blink, he damages my body, destroys my career, and shatters my life. In the weeks that follow, he takes my heart, claims my soul, and saves me. Drawn to his seafoam green eyes and devilish smirk, Carter's charming in a way that the men in my world aren't. He challenges me to want more, replaces my brokenness with confidence, and forces me to believe in myself again.

Sexy surfers. Epic parties. Wild nights. Welcome to my senior year of college. At least, this is what I imagine when I accept a semester-long medical internship in LA, California. But reality trumps imagination when I meet him. Cade Wilkins, Astor University football god and projected NFL draft pick. With thundercloud eyes, a teasing smirk, and a ripped body, Cade is my game changer. I fall for him faster than he can score a touchdown. Except our happily-ever-after is fumbled. One tackle ends him. One party destroys me. Broken promises. Ugly truths. Ruined futures.

When I sign with the Tennessee Thunderbolts, I have two goals: prove my injury hasn't benched my career and get back to New York. But then, I meet Mila, the enigmatic therapist tasked with rehabbing my shoulder. With her long ponytail, professional demeanor, and girl-next-door look, Mila is nothing like my usual type. She's better—a good girl with sad eyes and a tragic past our small town loves to dissect.

Scandal should be synonymous with Washington DC. I would know; I'm an intern on Capitol Hill. But I fall for a man even more dangerous than a politician. I fall for Luke, an underground-boxer-turned-entrepreneur. With cool green eyes, tightly coiled muscles, and split knuckles, Luke stands out against the backdrop of crisp suits and polished shoes. He's jaded, closed-off, and impossible to read. He's also gorgeous, determined, and loyal to a fault. But Luke has a secret, one with compromised allegiances and a dangerous outcome.

They say time heals all wounds. They lie. Especially my brother's best friend, Zack. Because my brother is dead, and that's a wound that will never heal. I'm dealing the best I can, numbing my pain with alcohol and sex of the random variety. Until Zack literally runs into me on Boathouse Row in Philadelphia and takes matters into his own hands. He intervenes in my life and offers a new coping strategy: himself.

I'm a 21-year-old virgin, and I'm enamored with Lorenzo Barca. He's an arrogant, unapologetic, sexy-as-sin, Italian race-car driver who always gets what he wants. And he wants me underneath him. Or, at the very least, in the passenger seat of his Maserati. Unrelenting, Lorenzo crushes my excuses to remain detached from everything he makes me feel. Instead, I fall in love - in a passionate, intense, bold kind of way. Lorenzo ruins it by discovering a secret that leads us down a dark, twisted, and dangerous path.

There's only one thing harder than sharing office space with Finn Anderson: keeping my mind off him. Weeks ago, he kissed me senseless and walked away. But my best friend's cousin is back—and worse? He's one of the only people I know in Edinburgh. With his seductive Scottish accent and alluring blue eyes, one look from Finn sets my heart racing. Exchanging playful quips at office happy hours and smoldering glances through conference room doors proves that our chemistry is undeniable. Our connection, irrefutable.