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Rome and Dex's happily ever after is next.

I have rules. Very important rules. No real names, no strings, no seeing each other again. It's always worked out well for me, and it's the only thing that keeps me focused as I try to climb my way into professional hockey after nearly torching my career. I should have been king of the ice in the paraprofessional league, but instead, I let my anger and bitterness get to me. Now I'm forced to claw my way back into relevance, starting with a community team. That would be fine if the one amazing, anonymous night I had with a total stranger didn't end up being the Wolves' new coach.

Whoever convinced me that quitting my job as an interpreter to take over my dead aunt’s farm should be covered in honey and left for the ants. Oh wait…that was me. I was burnt out and ready for a change, but I didn’t expect what came with it. An orchard full of fruit I’m allergic to. A bunch of farm equipment I don’t know how to use. And a vindictive, vicious groundhog who has made it his life’s mission to drive me to the brink of madness.

NHL veteran Quinn Rhodes was supposed to be a one-time thing: just a hookup who kisses like a dream and screws like a god. Then, three weeks later, a freak accident threatens to destroy my debut NHL career before it begins. And if almost losing my spot on my team wasn't bad enough, I walk into my PT's office and find him assigned to my recovery. I can handle this, damn it. I can keep it professional. And for a short while, it seems like Quinn's willing to do the same. But it doesn't take long for the two of us to shut our mouths and let our bodies do the talking.

After my brothers-in-arms have all moved out, I’m suffering from a kind of empty nest syndrome. The only one left is Forest, Creek’s little brother. Except he’s not that little. He’s seriously hot and sassy, and the way I dream about him is anything but brotherly. But he’s too young for me, too innocent. Too…perfect. He doesn’t need a man with my kind of baggage. When he gets sick, I’m there for him, even when he allows no one else in. I will do anything to take care of him…and that includes marrying him so he’ll have health insurance.

There are many words for what Oliver does for a living, and none of them are very kind. Oliver's time in that industry is nearly at an end, so when a gorgeous older man with sad eyes stumbles into his path, Oliver finds it impossible to turn him away. Victor looks at him like he's an angel, even when Oliver feels like a devil, but he knows better than to hope. After all, men like them are only ever destined for star-crossed love. As months of separation carry on, Oliver realizes that maybe he really is willing to fight for what he wants and, more importantly, for who.

Losing my hearing has far more consequences than I expected. The physical part is frustrating and annoying, but the emotional part is so much harder. I don’t belong anywhere anymore, always an outsider. And now there’s Dayton, the older, sexy firefighter who keeps popping up everywhere I go. At my gym, in my house, in my dreams. Wait, why am I dreaming about him? I don’t even like him—though that doesn’t seem to be mutual.

Accepting my career in the Army is over after losing my leg is hard. But the obnoxious, good looking, glass-half-full surfer in my physical therapy sessions is worse. And god help him if he doesn’t stop trying to give me advice. Living in a home with three of my closest veteran buddies is a challenge as we all have our crosses to bear and wounds to heal from, but mine only seem to be getting deeper with every step forward I take. I already have to adjust to a new life as a civilian. I don’t need a sexuality crisis to go with it.

Waking up alone in a strange hotel room, missing my prosthetic legs, and having no memory of what happened the night before is not how I wanted to spend my estranged twin's bachelor party trip. Yet there I was, legless and with zero idea how I got there. Or who I spent the night with. Which is… not great. Though I suppose that trauma lies somewhere between losing my legs in a car accident, which killed my career in the NHL, and my brother running off with my fiancée. So, in the grand scheme of things, not the worst weekend I've had.

There he was… Shirtless. Wearing glasses. Chopping wood like some kind of fantasy lumberjack. And Emil was officially helpless. Moving to the East Coast, Emil was there for two things exactly: to become a better person, and to face the part of his past he'd spent his entire life avoiding. He most certainly hadn't planned on falling in love. It was one thing to sleep with his absurdly hot neighbor for a single, steamy one-night stand, but it was quite another to become friends. And the longer Emil knows Renzo, the harder it is to walk away.

Adele is a caretaker. Always has been, always will be. So when his lifelong best friend comes home after losing his job to a nervous breakdown and chronic illness, Adele steps in. And it's easy enough, except for the fact that Adele has been in love with Kash for most of his life. He'd moved on once, with a wife and kid, but all that fell apart, and now Kash is back in his life and needs him more than ever. Adele isn't quite sure how to protect his heart while also giving his best friend what he needs, but the one thing he does know is that he won't let Kash down. Not now. Not ever.

After my medical discharge from the Army due to a brain injury, I’ve had to reinvent myself. Not easy when I can’t even remember what I ate for breakfast. Or the hot, older guy I went home with. Oops. When I run into him a second time and hit him up as if we’ve never met before, Jarek’s a little insulted. I can’t exactly blame him. But when he learns my memory is shit, he seems flattered I’ve picked him up twice.

There Miles stood… Relationship over. No car. No place to live. And no hope for his future. And then a gorgeous, avenging angel appears. And not just any angel. The father of his ex-girlfriend. But it can't mean what Miles wants it to mean, right? After all, Emmett is married to an equally gorgeous man: a pediatric cardiac surgeon with abs of steel and a glare that could melt diamonds.

When Ridge was the new guy in town, he didn't mind being the single one. After all, he's had his job and raising his daughter to distract him. But now that three years have gone by, he's starting to wonder if maybe something's wrong with him. Everyone else he knows has tripped and fallen into love. So why hasn't there been even a hint of romance for him?

The night I fell from grace was also the night I fell for him. The high: Going from the lead singer in an unknown garage band to one of the most well-known rock groups in the span of six years is not something I ever saw coming. But here I am… Famous. Lonely. Miserable. The crest: Realizing that the man I'm with might be a narcissist is a tough pill to swallow because leaving him will involve a very public break-up. The fall: One reckless decision, a drunk driver, and a mountain of ice on the roads change the trajectory of my life forever, but not necessarily for the worst.

Frey's a single dad, a nurse, and ready to wage a one-sided prank war against the arrogant surgeon with the sexy accent he keeps getting paired up with. While there might be more to Dr. Renato Agosti, Frey isn't sure he wants to feel anything but hatred for the man who said his biggest accomplishment was that he never met a resident he couldn't make cry. Everything changes the day Frey's pranks go too far, and Renato corners him behind closed doors. In a series of bad decisions, hate turns into something else—something forbidden and delicious.

As an actor, there's nothing more humbling than crawling my way back into the spotlight after a vicious spiral that nearly ended my career. But I'm determined to do it. Especially since the role of a lifetime was just dropped into my lap: the chance to play Camillo Soriano, the stone-faced, unflappable, second-born Prince. This is my chance to make it, to prove to the world that I'm not the mess the media wants everyone to believe I am. But things get complicated when the studio decides to hire a wheelchair consultant to ensure I'm doing the job right.

Whoever convinced me to join the gym needs to be hung, drawn, and quartered. Or, at the very least, suffer with a pillow hot on both sides every night, because this? This is terrible. Running? No thank you. Lifting? Who needs biceps anyway. Now, I will say the eye-candy is nice. Especially my new personal trainer with the tattoos and dimples. But that’s all he can ever be: eye candy. Because he’s fit and I’m not. He’s gorgeous and I’m, well, me. He’s hearing…and I’m Deaf.

When a car accident changed the trajectory of his life at 15, Sam Braga set out to find his own way in the world. It never occurred to him he’d find home in Fairfield, Colorado, working with a childhood friend at a tattoo shop, and the legal guardian of a gorgeous little girl who was abandoned by her mother at birth. Niko Pagonis tells himself he’s not using the small town of Fairfield as an escape, but who is he kidding. When his NHL career ends two minutes after it begins, Niko flees the East Coast in search of somewhere to settle.

"Oh my God, Briar! Where did you get that prosthetic leg?" Things as a parent Lane thought he'd never say for four hundred, Alex. But that's par for the course in Lane Ashbury's life considering everything is on the verge of falling apart. He not only has a toddler building her skills as a professional klepto, but he's also on the verge of divorce, and hoping desperately to save his business before it goes under. Luckily, the owner of the stolen leg might just be an angel in disguise when he offers to be Lane's new nanny instead of pressing charges.