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I've always regretted not being confident enough to talk to my college crush. When he shows up during my friend's bachelorette party, I refuse to let my second chance slip through my fingers. RobIt was impossible to forget the beautiful brunette from campus. But I've always known she wasn't one-night-stand material. So I kept my distance. When she shows up years later during my brother's bachelor party, I don't know how I can possibly resist her again. There's just one problem: I don't do relationships.

You can take the girl out of the south, but you can't take the south out of the girl. That's why Crash McClanahan is all wrong for me. The sexy, growly biker is just a big walking nope. Not going to happen. Never in a million years.Sure, his kisses are sweeter than iced tea in July. But I'm monograms and mimosas. He's bar fights and beer. I never wear white after Labor Day. He never leaves the house without his leathers. You get the idea.But when my new life in New York is upended and I have to go on the run, Crash is the only one who's there for me. He's the only one who has my back.

This team hates me. Something about my chronic case of resting prick face and that thing with the captain when the season started. My fist, his jaw. Yeah, we go back, and not in a good way.Coach says no more "confrontational BS" or I don't play at all. And that's a hit my career in the NHL can't take. So the plan is simple. Keep my head down and finish out my contract with my fists checked.There's just one problem. Allie. The girl from Vancouver eight months ago. The one with the sexy, shy, and sinfully bold smile and the sweetest, wettest mouth I ever tasted.

Olivia When you find out that your fiancé is arrested for swindling over ten million dollars from his clients, you do what any sane woman would do. You escape reality and go undercover, trading in your city-girl Louboutins for country-pumpkin cowboy boots.

The easiest way to get over someone is to never see them again, right? So when my ex stomps on my heart and throws it into the ocean...I decide to spend my summer on the opposite side of the country.And this summer is all about me: mending my broken heart (screw all men), figuring out what I want to do with my life (a life that thankfully does not include my ex), and trying to better myself (does eating ice cream count?).But all of my perfect planning comes to a halt when the sexiest lifeguard in existence asks me out. I have to say no.

Scarred and battered loner Zane Taylor has a gift with animals, particularly horses, but he's at a total loss when it comes to knowing how to handle women. Even though he's sworn off love, he can't seem to stay away from Bryn Callahan. He's known for being a horse whisperer, but can't seem to find his voice at all where Bryn is concerned.Bryn Callahan has a heart for strays, but she is through trying to save damaged men. She vows to only date nice guys, which is a category that does not include Zane Taylor.

Josh tells himself he's the luckiest guy in the world. Living on his sailboat and taking tourists on occasional chartered trips, he's not tied down to routines and responsibilities. He even named his sailboat Solitude, because that's what he enjoys much of the time. Danae works at a boat company, and she just got promoted-sort of. To keep her dream job, she must get her opinionated coworkers to all agree on a marketing plan. Her boss directs her to set up a week-long sailing tour with them as a work trip and a bonding experience.

Maisie Carter has always been a free spirit. An artist by nature, she has no idea what she's doing as co-owner of Three Chicks Brewery. But she's determined to prove to her older sisters that she can be an asset to their grandfather's beer legacy. The best way to do that? Make the rounds at Colorado's craft-brewery festivals and turn Foxy Diva, their top beer, into an award winner. Unfortunately, after more than one beer mishap, it becomes clear that she's going to need some help.

Buried secrets never stay hidden in the South. Savannah I'm the one who broke up the golden couple. The woman people still whisper about, point at, and give dirty looks to. Did I sleep with the prom king? No. Did I sleep with the town's golden boy on vacation from college? Yes. Did I believe that he was going to marry me? Wholeheartedly. Did he? Not even close. He got engaged right in front of me and then his father threw two hundred dollars at me and told me to take the trash out. So, I raised my son in a town where people love him because they think that his father is the sheriff.

He was my uncle's friend, and I was too young for him. But in the heat of the moment, against the wall in a darkened hallway of an illicit club, none of those things mattered. It was just one night of giving in to what we both wanted. I never expected to see him two years later, sitting across me during a family dinner, encouraging me to do my internship for his business. On day one we both agree that repeating that night would be a mistake. But it's a mistake we can't help but make again and again. The rules are simple. We can't tell my uncle.