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You know that magical movie moment when the girl gets all dolled up and the guy waiting for her wears a smile so wide, it takes up his whole face? Yeah, well, that didn't happen for me. It was more like, "Here's your order of humiliation with a side of heartbreak." And it was all thanks to Finn Bahan, the most popular boy in school. He was my crush and my downfall. But that was years ago. I was over it and over him. I'd grown into my skin and was now a famous model. Gone was lanky Lizzy, and in her place was Eliza Smith. The only downside of fame was needing a bodyguard. Okay, no biggie, right? Until the guy I had vowed to hate...and never stop...walked in. And if you can believe it, he didn't even remember me. Lucky for him, I was a professional even though I still hated him...until I didn't. The perfect rom-com, right? "I hate you, Finn Bahan. And I'll never stop." Or would I?

With a name like Cupid's Cove, you'd think everyone was filled with love.Most were.She wasn't.Daisy. My favorite flower.She hated me on sight.I might have had a little something to do with that...or so I thought.No biggie, life moved on, I went to college, flower forgotten.Except...she ran right into me.Same college, same dorm building. What are the chances?Apparently, the universe was trying to tell us something.And that something was that I wanted her more. She wanted me just the same as before, which meant she didn't want me at all.Until she did, but I wasn't going to take advantage of her.I wasn't that kind of guy.We didn't know it yet, but the ball, er Secret Valentine, was in her court.After all, Cupid's Cove was a place of love for a reason. Now if only that applied to us.

The beginning of every cliché story...mom is sick...girl needs money to take care of mom...enters into an unsavory agreement for said money...except this wasn't a story, this was my life.And what was I supposed to do when I needed money to take care of my mom? Sell my body, of course...well, now this sounded like the beginning of a bad porno...and you know what? It sort of was...the porno part, at least, not the "bad."Oh, no, there was absolutely nothing bad about Chase, my best friend's brother, my best friend's hot brother. He also happened to be the one to buy me - well, save me.And the gentleman that he was, that was all he planned to do with me. Too bad, I had other plans, the down-and-dirty kind of plans. And this was my one shot at finally being with the forbidden fruit that was Chase.Good news...he didn't live up to his name...I didn't have to chase too hard. I just had to convince him that he'd already saved me...now it was time to break me.

She wasn't the focus, but my eyes were drawn to her. She was the perfect image, the perfect subject, the perfect picture. But one wasn't enough. So I took more. I took what she didn't know she gave...herself. And then that wasn't enough. I wanted my fantasies to become a reality. I wanted her. I went further, crossed more lines...I gave her what she didn't know she needed. Desire. And still it wasn't enough. It wouldn't be enough until I had her. She would be more than a perfect picture. She would be mine.

Ugly. Freak. Fatty. I had been called those things and more for as long as I could remember. I didn't mind it, though, because to the outside world, those words described me perfectly. But it was all a charade, a façade to keep people away. Never let anyone get too close. It had worked for twelve years of my life, ever since I caused my father's death.And then Carter Anderson pushed his way into my world. Gorgeous, of course, charming, naturally, and cocky, a given-he called himself my friend and broke through every one of my carefully constructed walls.Cue the "happily ever after," right? Wrong.This isn't some fairy tale where the ugly duckling turns into a beautiful swan, and once the beauty beneath is revealed, all is right in the world. This is real life. When things seem too good to be true, it's because they usually are. And when people say your past will come back to bite you, they mean it. And trust me, it does.

My life was one of those teen angst rom-coms where the ugly high school student transforms herself into the beauty queen. Except there was no cute guy helping me along, no series of makeover shots with fun background music, no scene where I walked into the room and all heads turned to look at me while wind blew through my hair. I was the ugly high school student, and I did transform, but it wasn't all peaches and cream. Bullied so badly in high school that it ruined my life, I spent my senior year in therapy. It was there that I transformed - not just physically, but mentally as well. I wanted a fresh start and going to college across the country was my ticket to that. It was a whole new world, and things were great ... ... and then came the blast from my past. And he didn't recognize me. What was a girl to do? Revenge, of course! My plan was to make him fall for me and then break his heart. Sounds simple, right? Wrong. If only revenge was black and white ... too bad a lot of gray was in the mix. But one thing was for sure - I needed a way to heal the scars from my past. I just hoped I could.

Life and death. Exact opposites. One brings great joy. One brings great sorrow. But without one, there is no other.I gave my daughter life when I was just eighteen. And now, at sixteen, she faces death.From the minute I heard her little heart beating, she was my everything. It didn't matter that her father had left me, his empty promises a whisper in the wind. It didn't matter that I had needed to figure out how to get an education while being a young, single mother. It didn't matter that I had acted as both mother and father while trying to give her everything I could. It didn't even matter that she was born with a big heart that had us in and out of the hospital for all her life. None of that mattered because just one look at her, one smile from her, and one, "I love you, Mom," was enough to make any day better. No love greater existed than that of a mother.But now I was about to lose her. My everything.It would be up to Kieran to hold me up if my world came crashing down. Dr. Kieran Bell. He came into my life-our lives-and knocked down every wall I had ever put up. He wasn't just my daughter's doctor; he was my friend. He was more than my friend. And now, I knew I'd need him more than ever. I just hoped against hope that this time, life wouldn't result in death.

I wasn't a damn statistic.I was a person, and I deserved to be treated as such.But that was a foreign concept to Dr. Elias Kupmen, so I set out to prove him wrong. I'd be the best freaking compassionate doctor ever. And I succeeded.Then I returned to the place that started it all eight years earlier.He wouldn't be there after all this time, right? I wouldn't have to face him, yeah?The answer to those questions was a big, fat NO.Elias was still there and still an asshole. But now, I wasn't his patient; I was his colleague. I was the one unafraid to call him out and spar with him.Until the tables were turned. And just like that, I got a chance to really prove him wrong. That's all, though, nothing more...certainly not falling for the asshole...We were two dueling doctors, but in every battle, there's always a winner. Which one of us would it be?

I hate you. I heard those words so many times from his mouth that they lost their meaning. His "three loving words" is how I mockingly referred to them. It didn't bother me, though, because I hated him, too.He was gorgeous, with dark tousled hair, full lips, a strong jaw, and a body deserving of a magazine cover. He was rich and cared for his mother deeply. On paper, he was the perfect husband. The problem? He was my husband.I dreamed of a fairytale love story for as long as I could remember. I dreamed of a boy to fall head over heels for me and treat me like the sun rose and set at my feet, especially after living in the shadow of my perfect sister and never feeling good enough for my family. When I decided to earn my parents' love in a dramatic fashion, I'll admit that I never imagined marrying him would end up part of the bargain.The kicker? Enzo Faust didn't want to marry me, either. And yet, here we are, a man that I both fear and loathe is my "I do...for better or worse." I just didn't anticipate that it'd be more 'worse' than 'better.'I'm Paige Stiles, and here's my story.

What would you do if you met a real-life book boyfriend?You might scream or maybe giggle.You might play coy or maybe stare.You might ask for a picture or maybe an autograph.You might call your girlfriends or maybe post about it.What did I do? I ran. Literally.Kim was a typical college student with a splash of dorky, a dash of funny, and a pinch of clumsy...well, maybe more than a pinch. After making a fool of herself in front of her classmate, Brent, and his friend, Travis, a dead-ringer for one of her book boyfriends, she tried to stay away. But after a few hilarious chance encounters, they became fast friends.And then came the bet. It was Travis versus Brent, but somehow, they'd roped Kim in to help Team Travis. He was supposed to find and woo his real-life book girlfriend. What could go wrong with a couple of college kids and an innocent bet? Let the shenanigans and laughter ensue! And maybe add in a bit of friendship, fun, and most definitely, love.

I broke my promise the minute I saw her.Not in the way you probably think, though. It wasn't a promise to take care of her because it was love at first sight. It was a promise to let her know, to let her know just what happened ...Yes, she was beautiful, perfect really, but what I saw made her ugly. So, I broke my promise because she didn't deserve to know.And then I took her because she deserved to suffer the way I had-emotionally. Alone even when surrounded by people. Lonesome for eternity.She'd be my wife so she could live beside me, never finding love but only the indifference and hate I bestowed upon her. Who would want that kind of life by choice? Who would want to shackle themselves to a scarred man-both physically and mentally? I didn't give her a choice. I gave her an ultimatum, and she couldn't refuse. And I vowed she'd live a lonely life with a husband right beside her.That's the thing about vows ... Sometimes, they are broken. And promises? Sometimes, you manage to keep them even when you don't want to.

Past. Everyone has one. It shapes the person they become. It determines the present. It even contributes to the future. And sometimes, people are thrown together in spite of it.It was no secret that Megan Verona was raped. It crippled her being, turning her from a vibrant young woman to someone who feared intimacy. After years of struggling, she decided to seek help with a therapist, Declan Connors, in hopes of being able to finally have a relationship. Declan wanted to help Megan; he wanted to help everyone who sought his aid, but she was different. She consumed his thoughts until he could no longer deny his feelings. He hadn't expected to fall for her and fall hard, but he did. It was a wonder when she returned some of his sentiment. But, like everyone, Declan also has a past, one riddled with pain and anguish, one he hadn't fully dealt with.If helping Megan brought out his own shadows, what did loving her do? How do both their pasts play a role in their future? Most importantly, can they conquer the past that threw them together?

Welcome to Cupid's Cove where the town is as old as Cupid himself and where Love is Everything!!! With a name like Cupid's Cove, it was no wonder our town made Valentine's Day a big deal.Too bad it fell in the middle of winter because I was partial to Autumn...the season and the girl.The new-hot-girl in town.I flirted. I bombed. The end.Nope, not how it went.She did turn me down, and I hated her for a quick minute until I realized why she'd come to town. Her parents were gone, she needed to raise her kid brother, and her only family was from Cupid's Cove.We made up. Secret Valentine did the trick. HEA. The end.Still nope.Her future was just in sight, and it didn't involve me.I let her go. I had to.But my heart didn't.It wanted its favorite season back.But how?Cupid's Cove was a place of love for a reason. I was still there...now if only Autumn would come back.

Stand-alone and sequel to Let Me Go & Let It Go.Lovers of Mason & Kat and Benny & Sophie's love stories will enjoy reading about little Eddie growing up and finding his own love.A hot-shot doc is stopped by a gorgeous cop...Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, right? I mean, what could go wrong? Oh, only everything.When Eddie Valencia is pulled over for speeding by Officer Evie Drew, he's blown away by her beauty and strength. Too bad she doesn't take it that way, and the next thing you know, they hate each other. At least they won't see each other again...Except they do. A series of run-ins causes their hate to escalate. But as they say, there's a thin line between love and hate...Can they late hate go? But more importantly, can they let love in?

I was dating Grennan Larter. The Grennan Larter, lead singer and guitarist of The Rising Sun. It had happened so fast, but somehow, plain old Brooklyn Cooper had captured the rock star. It was wonderful and fun; he was caring, attentive, and as cliché as it was, he thought I was the rising sun ... and setting sun, and everything in between. I was in love and so was he. And then it all fell apart. All I thought I knew ... well ... let's just say I wasn't sure I could trust myself anymore. I had a war waging in my head, and I wasn't sure who would win, or rather, who I wanted to win. I felt like I was going crazy. And then it all finally clicked. I finally understood why my life had gone in the direction it had. It was the shape of my life.