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Baseball is my life. Not only am I good at it, but I’m determined not to end up like my father. That’s why I don’t allow myself to get too close to any woman. But that all changes the day I see Brandy Lancaster. I’m drawn to her like a magnet, and there’s no stopping the pull she has over me. One look and I’m already in too deep, but for the first time in forever, I’m not scared of drowning.

I’ve been in love with Penny Fox from the moment our eyes first met across the hall in high school. But she’s always been out of reach. That’s okay because I’ve waited for her. I’ve followed her.

Hadley’s world shatters the night her stepdad sneaks into her room, and with nothing but fear gripping her heart, she bolts. She doesn’t care where she’s headed, as long as it’s far from the nightmare she’s escaping. Damon’s instincts roar to life the second he spots her—lost, trembling, and too innocent for her own good. She’s an angel who’s fallen right into his path, and he’s a man with a past he can’t escape. A felon with no right to touch someone so pure, someone so tempting.

The guy who steps up to me at my mom and new stepdad’s wedding is a walking contradiction. He’s huge. Like, ridiculously big. His shoulders practically block the light, and his chest—don’t get me started on his chest—makes me forget how to breathe. And he’s not just a muscle-bound nightmare; he’s got this cocky, arrogant smile that makes him look like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

I’ve got one thing on my mind: the biggest fight of my career. But the second I lay eyes on her, nothing else matters. She’s perfect. A knockout in every sense. Problem is, she’s the senator’s daughter. Off-limits. Too good for someone like me. But the way she looks at me? Hell, it's like she’s asking for trouble. And I’m the kind of guy who gives exactly what people ask for.

Two years apart, but he’s never stopped watching. Now, he’ll do whatever it takes to make her remember him. She doesn’t remember me. I know that. Hell, how could she? It’s been two years. But I’ve never stopped thinking about her, never stopped wanting her. I went to prison for her. Took the fall, took the heat, all for her. And now I’m out. Free. But the second I hear she’s going to Daytona Beach for Spring Break, something inside me snaps.

Poppy is desperate to chase her dreams of going to college, even if it means making an unthinkable sacrifice. So, she auctions off her innocence to the highest bidder, a mysterious, brooding man who awakens something dark and forbidden in her. She convinces herself she'll never see him again—that is, until she steps into her first lecture and locks eyes with her new professor. Now, she's caught in his unrelenting gaze, and he’s not about to let her forget who she belongs to.

Ella Brown. The prettiest little thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. She doesn’t realize it yet, but she’s already mine. Sure, she fights it—says she’s not interested. But I see the way her breath hitches when I’m near, the way her cheeks flush when our eyes meet. She can push me away all she wants. It won’t work. I didn’t get to the top by giving up, and I’m not about to start now.

Every guy knows the bro code. Thou shalt not touch thy best friend’s sister. It’s part of the bro code. Written in stone like one of the commandments. But when my best friend’s little sister moves in next door, all bets are off. She’s the sweetest little thing I’ve ever seen—too perfect for my rough hands and dirty thoughts. I know I should stay away, but how can I, when her fluffy little menace of a puppy keeps barreling into my yard and dragging her with him? It’s like fate is laughing at me, daring me to break the rules.

Emily Haskins has it all—successful career, high-powered job as a marketer for one of New York City’s top advertising firms—but it’s all work, no play. She’s a workaholic, and that’s fine by her… until her free-spirited mother practically drags her to the Mountain Ridge Resort in Virginia for a mother-daughter bonding vacation. Reluctantly, Emily agrees. She needs a break, even if she doesn’t know how to relax. Then he shows up. A tall, dark, and dangerously handsome riding instructor with a grin that promises trouble.

Jenny has always been a Christmas fanatic. Born on December 25th, she lives for the magic of twinkling lights, snow-dusted streets, and the joy on children’s faces during the holidays. It’s why she volunteers as Santa’s helper at the mall every year. She doesn’t need the money—she just loves spreading cheer. But this year? This year is different. Because when she walks into the workshop ready to don her elf costume, she comes face-to-face with Santa himself… and he’s nothing like she imagined.

He’s the one she’s not supposed to want—but he’s about to make her his, whether she’s ready or not. There’s only one bright light in my dark, twisted world, and her name is Olivia Carson. Every time she comes up to that fence, defying her father’s orders to talk to me—a felon with a past that should keep me in the shadows—I see something in her eyes that makes me believe there might be a shred of goodness left in this godforsaken place.

Hunter is a cold, calculating billionaire who’s spent his life building an empire, carving out his legacy with ruthless precision. There’s no room in his world for distractions—or emotions. But all that changes the moment he sees Maddie. One glimpse of those soft, innocent hazel eyes, and he’s consumed. She awakens something primal in him, a need so fierce it shakes the foundations of his carefully controlled existence.

Ivy’s totally psyched for a summer in Scotland. Sure, it’s not going to be “hot”—the isle her aunt lives on never gets above sixty degrees—but it’s the perfect chance to relax before starting her practical career. Who cares if it’s not her dream job? A girl like her has to be realistic. But what she doesn’t know? That Scottish summer is about to turn a whole lot hotter than she ever imagined thanks to the man who looks like he just stepped off the cover of a romance novel—a rugged Highlander with eyes that burn. The second he sets his sights on Ivy, things start to sizzle.

One look. That’s all it took. One second, and Rachel became mine. My Rachel. My reason for breathing. She doesn’t know it yet—not while she’s smiling sweetly at customers and pouring coffee like the world is soft and safe. But I know better. She needs me. She doesn’t see the way men look at her, like wolves circling something pure and untouched. She doesn’t see the dangers, but I do. And I’ll protect her from every single one of them.

She’s going to be his one way or another—even if he has to stalk her. When I opened the doors to my new club, I thought it would be business as usual. Crowds, chaos, and control—just how I like it. But then I saw her. Sophie. A fiery little redhead standing outside like fate had wrapped itself up in a pretty little package. I don’t get denied. Ever.

Lights, Camera, Love is packed with intense chemistry, possessive obsession, and unapologetically steamy moments. If you’re ready for a no-holds-barred romance where the bad boy won’t take no for an answer, buckle up! Justin will ruin you in the best way possible.

Eve has always been the weirdo in the corner—quiet, awkward, and completely invisible. Born on Halloween, she’s used to being the odd one out, and she doesn’t mind. Really. But when her only friend convinces her to go to a wild masquerade ball, things spiral out of control fast. The dare? Kiss the most dangerous, intimidating-looking man in the room for a thousand bucks. Eve doesn’t think twice. She might be shy and clueless, but that’s easy money. Besides, everyone’s wearing masks. No one will know it’s her.

I play right ring, and I’m the team’s star forward. Hockey is in my blood, and my career is the most important thing in my life. Until I see her. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Her blue eyes are as light as an Arctic winter—and just as icy—because not only is she the coach's daughter, but she wants nothing to do with hockey or hockey players. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to her that she’s mine—even if it means stalking her.