Kirjahaku

I slept with the wrong twin.And all I got for it in return was a broken heart. Oh yeah, and a baby on the way-there's that too.But I'm determined to make it on my own. I don't need a man, thank you very much. Not rich, charismatic, and decidedly flighty Rex Roosevelt, and especially not his twin brother, Justin.No matter that the gorgeous former military doctor makes my heart beat a little faster . . . and all spots lower than that pay careful, careful attention. None of that matters. The Roosevelt men are dangerous and I'm steering clear.The trouble is, Justin refuses to leave me be.And deep down, I don't want to avoid him. Deep down, I want to be even closer.

I saved him. Well, maybe he saved me.Or perhaps we saved each other.All I knew was that one second, I was bickering with the man I pretended to despise-a man I secretly wanted more than my next meal-and the next the world was exploding around us.KTS, the secret military agency I worked for, was under attack by a former agent turned traitor and everything we thought we knew about being the good guys was getting more complicated by the minute.As was my relationship with Linc.I'd asked him out once, bared my feelings for him, and . . . he'd turned me down.Not gently, either.But now we were fighting for our lives, and I discovered that perhaps his rejection wasn't quite so simple. Maybe he'd pushed me away because once I was in his heart, there was no letting me go.Ever.

Shy.God, she was so painfully, awkwardly shy.Blurting out the wrong thing at the wrong time? Check.Puking in front of the class when she'd needed to give a speech? Double check.Critically, embarrassingly unable to summon any semblance of a rational thought when in the presence of an attractive man? Triple check.And she was surrounded by gorgeous, sexy men on a daily basis.As video coach for the San Francisco Gold hockey franchise, Dani spent her days wrapped in a technological bubble. She studied tape, prepared clips for the players, and generally avoided other people.Until Ethan.She'd thought he was going to ask her to fix his computer.Instead, he'd asked her out.On a date. A date That didn't compute. It couldn't be right. No one asked her out-Ethan had.And suddenly, Dani thought it might be possible to leave her shy, awkward days behind her.

He was forty years old.He was single.He had his dream job as GM of the Baltimore Breakers hockey franchise, and he was happy.Lie.Because the woman he was in love with was married.To a perfectly nice man who loved her and cared for her and treated her like the queen she was.But then Lexi showed up at his house, tears in her eyes, Caleb out of the picture, and he finally had a shot.A real shot.At love.The trouble was that Luc had spent almost the entirety of his adult life running from love. He didn't do relationships, not any longer.But . . . Lexi was hurt, absolutely devastated, and she needed care and gentleness and deserved all of the romance in the world.So he needed to man up and find a way to convince her to give him that shot.

Darcy was used to people looking past her.Hell, she'd made an art form of it-avoiding the busybodies, doing what she wanted with her life.And for the most part it worked.She got to do what she wanted, when she wanted because people left her alone.Unfortunately, there was one person who had decided to ignore the No Entry signs and barbed wire that made most people keep their distance as he barreled his way through her peaceful existence.Morgan was one of the strongest soldiers protecting her people, but he seemed to live to press her buttons, to infuriate her, to drive her absolutely to the edge of reason. That was his art form, and he was excellent at it.Still, Darcy was stubborn and would not be worn down. She wouldn't let anyone in, least of all Morgan.But then . . . he gave her the letter.

clusterf*@knounA mismanaged and chaotic situationA complexly muddled messA disordered and hectic conditionMisty Hansen's lifeLonely. Alone. By herself. The top three ways Misty had to describe herself-and it was no coincidence they all meant the same thing. She was single, almost pathetically so. It had been so long since she'd been with a man, she wasn't sure she could even remember what it was like. Hell, dust might float out if she took off her pants in the presence of the opposite sex. She was also well aware that she was lucky to have a place to live, a great brother, and awesome friends. She should just be content. But then she crashed into Chance-literally crashed-into the gorgeous man's SUV, totaling it, and managing to cause damage to her brother's house, all in one fell swoop. It was a total clusterf*@k.Because then the man ended up totaling her heart.

I'd fallen for him the first time he smiled at me.My heart was his the moment he'd complimented me on my explosives skills.As members of KTS, a secret military group who was tasked with saving the world from the biggest and baddest of the criminal underworld, we went the places other people couldn't, put our lives on the line when others wouldn't.But being a KTS agent was hell on a woman's love life, especially when they looked like me-not petite and slender or wonderfully curved. For women like me, broad-shouldered, normal-looking, love seemed to always pass us by.Knowing that, I put my unrequited crush of Leo aside, switched teams, and got on with my life, content in my part in taking out the bad guys.But then Leo came back.Then he saw me.And I wondered if perhaps love for a "woman like me" might not be a fantasy after all.

Stef blamed the dating app.She saw his picture-his smile, the rugged line of his jaw, the way the man could fill out a suit, and like an idiot, she fell a bit in love with him.Idiot because no one ever really looked like their profile pic. Idiot also because if the man did look like his profile pic then he certainly wasn't going to be into a science geek who binged old Sci-Fi shows on the regular, and whose longest relationship was with her golden retriever named Fred.But in a night of drunken insanity, she swiped right on the picture she'd been drooling over for months.Then in a morning of hangover unpleasantness, she saw that he'd swiped right, too.And suddenly, she found herself on a date with the man of her dreams.The only question was whether or not he lived up to them.

Once upon a time she'd had the happy ending.The doting fianc .The expensive wedding.The happily-ever-after resting just at the tips of her fingers.Then in an explosion of glass, in a splintering of metal, everything had been taken from her.She'd shattered herself, had broken into a million tiny pieces.But eventually, she'd patched herself together, had hauled herself back into life, had built something she was content in. Content, but not happy. Never quite inching into happy again.Still, she had her friends, her job as a skating coach for the Gold, and she had her life. That was enough.And it had been enough.Until he knocked on her door.Until he came back and changed everything.

Bad DateBlind 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.Okay, because it was 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?Bad TextIt came in the middle of the night.Totally her fault, as she should have had her phone on Do Not Disturb. But she hadn't, and that buzz-buzz had woken her. Then she'd seen the picture and . . . wow. She couldn't let that pass her by. She'd just had to respond and then had stayed up texting back and forth with the man who'd had the great abs and the spectacular di-Cough. Sense of humor. She meant the spectacular sense of humor.But as the sun had risen and as she'd had to force her bleary self out of bed, she'd set the text chain aside and gotten on with her day.Until she'd walked out of her apartment, turned toward the elevator, and saw . . .Him.Bad MarriageAbby and Jordan were blissfully married.Or supposed to be anyway.But three kids, copious poopy diapers, and minimal sleep meant that she and Jordan were well past the honeymoon stage.And she didn't know how to get that bliss back.Luckily, Jordan had a plan.

One second, he had everything.The next, it was torn away.Oliver James was at the peak of his career, captain of the Baltimore Breakers, minutes away from winning another Cup. Then one hit had derailed all that.All he'd ever known was hockey, and he didn't know where he fit in a world where playing was no longer a possibility. But then he was offered a chance to bring hockey back into his life. A shot at starting over.The only condition of that second chance was required meetings with the team psychologist, Hazel.She was exactly the kind of woman he might have once lusted after-beautiful, kind, a body that screamed sex. She made him feel whole, like a man again.Except, she wasn't interested in him outside of being a patient.Well then, Oliver would just have to convince her otherwise.

No matter how hard Scarlett tried to be good, she always ended up being bad.But everything was different now. She was making her way up the ranks in her dream job, working as a publicist for the San Francisco Gold.Finally, her life was back on track.Then she met Kaydon.He was new to the team-a power forward-and the moment she laid eyes on his sexy-as-sin body she'd dreamed about what that power might feel like in bed. But he was off-limits. She worked for the team, and though she'd spent much of her life being bad, she couldn't risk her job by jumping into a relationship that could easily get her fired.Even if it was with a man like Kaydon.Unfortunately, despite her best intentions at keeping her distance, he was good-very good-at convincing her to be bad.

She was broken.I wanted to be the one to heal her. Only it wasn't that simple. She was my superior. I was her second in command. Work got in the way, so remaining friends was smarter, especially for a woman like me who fell hard and often. But I couldn't get Hannah out of my head. In fact . . . I loved her more than my next breath. But her heart was locked down in a way that no one would ever get close enough to win it. Especially now. We worked for KTS, an elite military group whose ranks were dangerously close to breaking. There were traitors in our midst, enemies behind trusted faces. I had Hannah's back through all of it. I wouldn't fail her. Not even when our mission seemed destined to put us in danger, to rattle the very foundations of everything we worked for.

Six overprotective older brothers.One hopelessly single younger sister.Her.She was talking about herself.Cora was the hopelessly single younger sister. Because, God, she loved her brothers. But, hell, they were ANNOYING. And good at scaring off every single man she'd ever dated. Sigh. She just...wanted the happy ending, the man who'd love her and her flaws. The one who wouldn't be scared off by her six scary-even to her, as much as she hated to admit that particular truth-older brothers. But-another sigh-there didn't actually appear to be a man on the planet who met those criteria. So...circling back to the fact that she was hopelessly single and destined to remain that way. Until one day there was a knock at the door. And Rafe showed up, moved in, and- Proved that her brothers' best friend was the one man on the planet who wasn't scared.