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Corey: Dawn’s been my best friend since high school, the one constant in my life, and the only woman I’ve ever been myself with. She’s also way out of my league, but I’ve realized over the last few weeks I love her. And while I don’t want to lose our friendship, no other woman will ever come close, and I’ll never be all in on a relationship while the what-if with Dawn hangs over my head. So I have to deal with the what-if.

Troy: I did a damn good job of falling into obscurity two years ago, so I can’t believe, of all the women to walk into the Last Stand Saloon, that it’s her. I don’t believe in coincidences, but I do believe in fate. And what could be more fated than the woman of my dreams walking into the one place outside of the rodeo circuit that has ever felt like home to me?

This is a collection of steamy short contemporary romances complete with instalove and a guaranteed happily ever-after. If you're looking for a great lunchtime listen, or something to spark sexy dreams before bed, you’ll want to pick this one up. Round Up - They’ve been best friends since they were fifteen years old. He’s realized the only girl he’ll ever love is her. Will they risk their friendship for a chance at love?

Max: We have a code word at The Last Stand Saloon—Red Sonja—and the guys know to send up the alert on any six foot tall redhead that enters my bar. Only this time when they call it, I’m not expecting the woman who broke my heart to walk in eight months pregnant with divorce paperwork in hand. Yes, we had an arrangement that did not include forever, but I mean to change her mind.

My whole life has been a lie. Nobody truly knows me. But I know myself, and I’m a coward. Years ago when my heart shattered, I used the weakest adhesives to put it back together. I can’t risk falling in love. My soul is too fragile. Love isn’t guaranteed. It’s always a gamble. And I know, better than most, that it’s not worth the fall. The body can only withstand so many tragedies before it ceases to exist. Only one person has made me want more. Only one. Yet I know it would break me to lose him, and he’d be impossible to recover from. The loss—devastating.

He’s a widower attending a medical conference. She’s a recent divorcee hoping to get her groove back. He’s noticed her before, but this time is different, with an empty ring finger to prove it. Can he convince her they’re meant for more than a week long love affair? Jack: I’ve attended this medical office convention before, but this is the first time I’m feeling bold. But I didn’t expect the shy woman I’ve been checking out for the last couple of years to not only be available, but interested in a Vegas fling.

He’s a guitar player who works odd hours. She’s his curvy new neighbor with a mouthy co-dependent husky. Miscommunication taints their initial meeting, but will their physical attraction allow them a second chance at a first impression?

He’s a deli owner who had his ass handed to him by a feral cat. She’s a veterinarian who’s heard about his beef stick. She convinces him to give the frisky feline and her new kittens a temporary home, but can he convince her to stay once the kittens are grown?

He’s looking to adopt a pit bull. She’s a romance author who fosters puppies. She writes about happily ever-afters, but can he give her one?

As an author, words have always been my escape. In my mind, I've lived the many versions of happily ever afters I've written for the world to listen to. I've created swoon-worthy men who would do anything for the women they love. The worlds I've created have left women wishing the stories I've penned were real. Yet my life outside the pages is void of romance and dictated by fear—something I have in abundance while my trust is scarce. I'm terrified of the horrors that could break me and avoid them at all costs. But he found me anyway.

Jessica Shelton loved her work fixing the mistakes for athletes, movies stars, and elite executives. Yet, she yearned to be an agent, the ultimate step on the ladder. The goal became a reality when asked by her boss to help a wayward prince. Fix the prince, get the agent position. The only problem was two years ago they had a whirlwind romance that ended in heartbreak.

A house on the French Riviera. Three weeks stuck with her ex-boyfriend with no escape. Memories that refuse to go away, and anger that was never resolved.

Not bothering to look at me, the man raised his hand up and flipped me off. Your loss. I thought as I watched his hand come back down to rest on the bar. Changing my grip on the handle of the knife and exposing the blade, I brought it down on his fingers, lopping off three of them just above the middle joint. The man yelled out furiously and gripped his, newly shortened, fingers in his other hand as he whipped himself around to face me again.