Tattoo artist and single dad, meets billionaire college grad with an overprotective daddy. The night before college graduation, was one for the books. Deciding to memorialize our last night together, my roommates and I ended up in front of a tattoo shop. They chickened out. I didn’t. Lying face down, ass up, and alone on the table of the tattooed, god of a man, whose sinfully sexy style, and delicious demeanor wasn’t part of the plan. It was one night, no regrets, no looking back, until I finally got a good look at the art he tagged me with. Tag, I’m it.

He can sing, dance, and owns whatever stage he’s "performing" on. His looks make him a triple threat. And he’s gone viral. He is the Country Music Artist of the Year. Which means that face, those eyes, that hair, that body, and his voice are every-freaking-where. He’s America’s newest country sensation, and he can do no wrong. Except, he did. He totally did. And he did it to me.

I traded my plaid skirt for a navy blazer, my religion for a red Solo cup, and finally my Bible for a bong, just to fit in. He helped me jeté from outcast to the "it girl." In becoming this new, improved version of myself, my truths became laced with lies. I thought he was my savior, but it turns out that he was really the devil in designer.

When offered the keys to the kingdom, I all but pissed on the throne. I didn’t need the figurative crown to become the king, and I sure as hell didn’t want anything more to do with the little queen. When the power started to shift and lives were being torn apart, justice needed to be served. Who better to serve it up … than me?

Patrick Steel They call him Tricks. To me, he was the first man I ever felt I could trust. He annihilated all the stereotypes about men rooted in me, even when he so easily fit the mold. He wasn’t my type, not at all. I hated men … In my last life, anyway. Savvy Sutton I call her Savanah. It isn’t her name, but it made total sense. She didn’t know who she was, yet she held on to the lies she so desperately wanted to believe in, to save a part of herself. She tried to fight her attraction for me, and I made damn sure that didn’t happen. Then … she tricked me. Sometimes, the greatest love stories grow from lies.

She’s the forbidden fruit, and I’m her dirty fantasy. Four years ago, she kissed me. She said she was nineteen. She wasn’t even close. To make it even worse, she’s daddy’s little princess. Then, a year ago, I was hired to head a security team for her out-of-control younger sister while on a world tour with the band Foreplay. I vowed to stay away from her, becoming a shadow in the dark whenever she was around. Now she’s been hired to photograph her sister’s sixty-day honeymoon, all around the world. She’s not a little girl anymore. She makes damn sure I notice that, too. But I’m still the same man. Falling is not an option. However, each day, she’s making it harder and harder to avoid. I promised myself not to break her heart, yet mine lies in busted pieces all over the world.

A Brand New Stand Alone Sports Romance From USA Today Best Selling Author MJ Fields I never wished on falling stars or simply dreamed of making it into the major leagues. I did the work. I made it happen. I never expected my last night out with my minor league crew would end up with us stepping in for a no-show stripper at a bachelorette party in the VIP section of Kingston’s. I sure as hell didn’t expect that the hottie with the pink sash and gold lettering spelling out “Bride To Be” would have me calling dibs on a woman for the first time in my life. Spoiler alert: she had no ring, she was no bride, and I knew that going … in. After the hottest hour of my life with the stand-in bride, I left her with my number on a baseball card, confident I’d see her again, and then headed back to Jersey. In the blink of an eye, everything changed. I woke up in the hospital, not remembering anything from that night. What I did know was I had been dropped by my team and that I had a long road ahead of me in order to get back on the field. Then life swung hard, returned me to the game, gave me some vivid dreams, and dropped the stand-in bride back into my life. Except, she wasn’t at all what I expected, and she brought her own issues to the field. Nothing good in life comes without doing the work. This would be no exception. Batter up.

Tris When a spring flower blooms too early, it often wilts while others blossom during their proper season. That’s me in a nutshell, and what eventually landed me in the nuthouse. Through necessity, I found a new passion, one that helps mask the darkness by thrusting me into the spotlight. Each show is a session, ending in a kiss meant for revenge. He broke me, and I will make sure I do the same to him. Matteo Wealth is the very thing most people desire above all else, except those who have it and know the truth in its empty pleasures. Love, the ultimate luxury, is the one thing that even the wealthy cannot afford. I lived without it all of my life, and when I found love, I could no longer live with it. On my journey from then until now, I have accepted my fate and found solace in molding beautiful things that others can love. I am a broken man, but I’ll make sure all I leave behind is whole. This is a story about two broken hearts—one danced in dark and one in light—who were both marked by tragedy yet found love, and together, they created a beautiful life.

Mila The six-foot-three, two hundred pounds of lean muscle, disgustingly defined by his white tee hugging … all that, with a backpack slung over his bulging broad shoulder is far from innocent. He’s Max Steel. He’s all sorts of grown up. And he’s my enemy … even though he doesn’t know it yet. Max For the past two years, I’ve been traveling the world, searching for the ultimate wave, while also secretly looking for what my entire crew has already found—their Forever. I already realized that I would never settle for less than what I knew growing up. Instead, I found myself. Content with that, I returned to Jersey to fulfill a promise made to my parents—to get an education. Move-in day at Jersey U, I run into the one girl from high school who had me chasing her. Back then, I messed up and lost her. Now she says she despises me, but I know better.