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These three billionaire bosses are all hot, rich, and completely sinful. Too bad their all such… Bossholes! Romance lovers will devour this spicy boxset by bestselling author Leslie North!

I’m head over heels in love with my best friend. Although, I can’t pinpoint exactly when Reeve Lancaster became my entire world. Was it when we were little kids, practically brought up together, after Reeve’s mom died during childbirth and his dad subsequently fell apart? Or when I doodled his name in my school journal at age 10? Maybe it was when we became boyfriend and girlfriend at 14 or when we shed our virginity at 16, pledging our forever?

I’m Amethyst Lily Tatum, and up until this point, I’d managed to maintain a fairly low-key life. I’m what you would call a socially unacceptable hot mess. Instead of partying, I’m skating, flipping ollies over guys who loved to underestimate me. Then I started college, met a wild girl who I would soon call my best-friend, had my first drunk one-night stand, left my phone at his house, and then, when I finally managed to meet my mom’s new boyfriend, I found out that my one-night stand was now my new stepbrother.

I’m head-over-heels in love with my best friend, although I can’t pinpoint exactly when Reeve Lancaster became my entire world. I was there as his star ascended - just like I’d always known it would - and there wasn’t a prouder person on the planet. Until he crushed my heart into itty-bitty pieces, forcing me to fly halfway around the world to escape the gut-wrenching pain.

Harleigh Wren Maguire is broken. At least, that’s what it feels like, a puzzle whose pieces no longer fit right. She knows one thing, though: Never trust your heart. It won’t lead you right, it’ll trick you. Betray you. And in the end, it’ll kill you. Phoenix Wilder is angry. At least, that’s what it feels like, eating him up inside. He knows one thing, though: Never trust your heart. It won’t fix things, it’ll break them. Taint them. And in the end, it’ll destroy them.

I haven't seen the Irish mob boss since I offered him my V-card and he turned me down. Now he wants every piece of me because he’s my fake husband.

Gunner has spent half his life running from his past, and the other half trying to protect himself from ever being vulnerable again. He’s escaped his old club and worked hard to earn the VP patch on his cut after joining the Broken Chains. But his entire life is turned upside down when Gunner’s past comes back to haunt him, and the club’s Deaf delivery guy ends up at the wrong place at the wrong time.

I have a confession. I hate bachelorette parties. A night of awkward dancing, penis-shaped straws and being told “you're next, Kaitlyn!” Even worse: It's hosted at a super swanky Miami club where I stick out like a sore thumb. Couldn’t get any worse, right?

Their names are whispers in the hallways. Hunter, Ash, Ledger, and Samson. The Kings. Four of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen, with cruel agendas and an even crueler reign over Ravenwood Academy. Wreaking havoc in our small, New England town, no one asks questions. For the most part, people ignore or avoid them. After all, they’re royalty here. Because one of them - the cruelest one - is the headmaster’s son. And my new stepbrother. They can try to torment me. They can try to break me. But they have no idea what I’ve endured.

This isn’t a typical love story. This is a story of what happens when love is so powerful and all-consuming that it has the ability to destroy everyone involved. It’s definitely not pretty and it’s certainly not a fairytale, but it’s their story and it couldn’t be told any other way.

Welcome to New York City, where the roaring twenties are filled with Rippers and revenge. Florence has returned home after facing months of torment, but she still cannot escape the demons that haunt her.

Bodhi and Easton Lancaster O’Donoghue have grown up sheltered from the truth. Until it’s time for their parents to reveal what happened and how it shaped the events that came later. Bodhi is quiet. An intelligent, introspective boy who hides his pain deep inside. Shattered by the harsh reality of the past, he spirals into a dark place where no one can reach him.

I’m not going to let him hurt me again.... Once upon a time Shayne and I were a thing...a secret thing. Seven years later we’re still the only ones that know. And it all when up in flames when Shayne decided I was good enough to have behind closed doors, but not good enough to be on his arm. His hurtful words and actions tore me apart and ruined my self-confidence for years. I’m not the type to hold grudges, but I can’t forgive him. No matter how much it seems like he’s changed.

The demon prince is arrogant, dangerous, and hot as sin. He is also my new owner. As a fae slave, I knew that one day I'd be sold at auction, but I never expected to be purchased by royalty much less by the demon prince himself. Rumors say that Prince Leo is a cruel master who murders his fae when they no longer entertain him. They say he's just like every other species that harvests the magic in our fae blood. But I know the truth.

Missing his dominant hand and half his face covered in scars, Miguel Ruiz can kiss his dreams of a happy future goodbye. He resigns himself to a life of servitude in a badly run club until one day, a tattoo artist in a random bar sees both talent and a future in the scarred artist. He makes an offer Miguel would be a fool to turn down, and Miguel decides it’s finally time to start living for himself, even with the 10 tons of baggage he’s carrying on his shoulders.

My heart and soul forever belong to two men. It’s an irrefutable truth that won’t ever change: Reeve is the air I breathe. Dillon is the fire that consumes me. How can I live without a part of my heart? This is book two of two, and it cannot be listened to as a stand-alone. It's a full-length novel with no cliff-hanger, and it ends with a happily ever after M/F romance.

The first time I met Noah Parker, he asked if I was an escort. Apparently when you’re a billionaire sports agent, finding strange half-naked women in your hotel room is…normal? That didn’t stop me launching a stiletto at him. He’s fine—good reflexes. Still, he walked into my hotel room—claiming it's his—and has no plans on leaving. Neither do I. Which is how I end up sharing a bed with Mr. Jerk. Platonically…more or less. Nothing happened, I just might have had a few naughty thoughts and some very pleasant dreams. He’s hot, all right? A hot jerk.

Nine months ago, I hooked up with the funniest, hottest, most amazing woman. It was supposed to be a vacation fling. She'd broken up with her ex. I don't do commitment. I was totally cool with "what happens in the skiing lodge, stays in the skiing lodge." And damn, did a lot happen. All over the place. In all kinds of positions. Over and over again. I was stupid to agree to her rules. Stupid to let her go. Then I see her walking down the fairy-lit street, a couple of weeks before Christmas. Our eyes meet and the chemistry is still hot enough to melt snow.

Every time Smokey stares at the President patch on his cut, he feels like an imposter. After all, that was not the life he was supposed to lead. In his former club, he did what they asked, when they asked, and that was enough for him. But 30 years later and the fate of the Broken Chains resting on his shoulders, all eyes were on him.

I’ve officially screwed the pooch. Not literally, because that would be disgusting. But I did break one of the cardinal rules of bro code, which is equally appalling. You see, I fell for my best friend’s sister, after he explicitly forbid me to go near her.