
Logan Reynolds is a perfect gentleman, that is, until he gets on the pitch. All bets are off out there. When he sees the new owner, he never imagined she would be everything he ever wanted.



Logan Reynolds is a perfect gentleman, that is, until he gets on the pitch. All bets are off out there. When he sees the new owner, he never imagined she would be everything he ever wanted.





“Emi Hilton did it AGAIN! This sweet, second-chance romance is a beautiful addition to any romance reader’s collection.” ☆☆☆☆☆ Author Fiona Keane

Dumped before her wedding, Emma wants to forget about her heartbreak, but her life falls into more shambles after a skiing accident.

𝘈𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘗𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦—𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧…𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯…𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥.
𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙗 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠?
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘈𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘉𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴. 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘰…𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧—𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰.
𝙃𝙚’𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩.
That all you got, Coach? August gained speed, fists unclenching at his sides as he poured himself into the sprint.
Our coven and friends gradually fell further behind, unmotivated by our silent competition…
Still, we pushed, farther, harder, faster, our shoes slapping against the pavement now, as mortal as could be.
First one back wins? I could feel his smile, although I didn’t dare a glance his way as I focused my burning eyes on the front awning of the Westerlunds’ building.
Wins…what exactly?
A round of truth or dare.
Child.
It’s that or strip poker.
I snorted. I wouldn’t last long.
Don’t know how to play poker?
I met his cocky stare, trying to hide as I fought to keep my breathing even. I’m just not wearing much under these clothes.
August cleared his throat, the sound tight, making it impossible to fight back my smile. “Fuuuck,” he growled.
I’d been fooling myself, thinking I stood a chance.
Sydne Barnett is a lover of spunky, badass heroines, and heroes that embrace their wild. She’s an avid reader, never turns down a good cup of coffee, loves hiking with her hubby, Joel, and lives for finding their next adventure.
If she’s not writing, you can probably find her behind her camera, swimming, or curled up with a homemade pastry, watching Friends, HYMYM, or Gilmore Girls.
Raised in the Treasure Valley, Idaho, Sydne has a love for one-light towns, and winding backroads. But refusing to ignore her soul’s call for adventure, she hit the road with her family, and now they call the world their home.





𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚.
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.
𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦.
𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘐𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘎𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘳. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺.
𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘢ç𝘢𝘥𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬.
𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚…
“Fuck it,” I muttered, my voice barely audible, raised the covers, and in I went.
At first, I mirrored her posture, lying on my side without touching her. My pulse quickened, my mind coming up blank.
In, out. In, out.
The familiar repetition dissipated my anxiety. The longer I repeated it, the slower my heart beat. Soon, my breaths synchronized with those of Justine, our shoulders rising and falling in tandem. Only then did I move, draping my arm across her pink nightgown, sheathing her waist, scooting closer to her.
Hate would make you forget a lot of things. It’d wipe out lazy afternoons of lying on the beach together. It’d box and store away secret moments you glanced at the girl you loved while she gave imaginary classes to her dolls, while you were supposed to be reading finance articles. It’d bury the time she caught you doing it and smiled at you as if she loved you too.
It could try to drown, by a small portion, the memory of how your love felt beneath your fingertips when you hugged her through days and nights, through tears and laughter in the intimate position you’d shared with no one ever since. It could try, but it would fail.
Because once reality kicked in, it didn’t stand a fucking chance.

Shani Haim has been a romantic at heart for as long as she can remember.
One of her greatest passions has always been reading, and she devoured anything that swept her away to faraway places.
From reading she made the transition to writing, falling in love with her flawed, broken and full of soul characters one happily-ever-after at a time.
When she’s not swooning over book boyfriends, she’s practicing yoga, drinking unhealthy amount of coffee, or watching Netflix with her husband in their Tel Aviv home.


⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Review – “Words are not going to do this book justice.”
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Review – “Five huge stars for this read!”
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Review – “Love this sweet sexy read!”

She was the girl everyone bullied. I was the boy hiding a secret. She thinks she was just a bet, but she doesn’t know the truth. I watched her break and I tried to fix her, but some might say I took it too far. She was gone for nine months, but here she is…back on the first day of our senior year.
Samantha Saxton, the girl I’ve known my entire life and have loved just as long.
Everything was perfect until the night of prom when someone tried to ruin us. I won’t let them destroy what I have with her, I’ll do what I always do for her…retaliate.
I was done with the games, but I guess one more won’t hurt, right? They started it, they wanted to play, but I will always win.
***THIS BOOK COMES WITH TRIGGER WARNINGS THAT WILL BE FULLY LISTED AT THE BEGINNING OF THE BOOK.

I close my eyes, remembering Maddox’s stormy grays this morning and the way he was watching me. I didn’t need to look at him to know that familiar prickle of goosebumps that scattered across my flesh when I felt his eyes on me or him just being near. I’ve felt it for years and no matter the amount of time that has gone by, I felt it stronger than ever this morning. I thought maybe by being gone for nine months that I would have gotten over this ridiculous notion that I’m in love with Maddox Walker, but nope seeing him again brought it all back, burning more intense than ever. I should hate him after everything he’s done, but for some reason I can’t.



The bestselling author of HER and The Social Affair returns with a suspenseful tale of crime and passion about a charming sociopath and the criminologist hired to find his killer.


𝘼𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚
Broke, homeless, and all alone in the world, except for my boxer Pete, I don’t think life could get any worse. Then, of course, it does.
At the wrong place at the wrong time, a crime lord kidnaps me, under the mistaken belief I have the information he wants. When I wake up in his torture chamber, I’m terrified as I slowly realize the horrible truth. He doesn’t want to end me – he wants to keep 𝙢𝙚.
𝙏𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣
I love a challenge. Taming the beautiful and feral Addison Scott will be my most enjoyable one yet. When she runs, I chase. I need to see how tough she really is. Imprisoning her in the dungeon, I threaten to let my butchers have at her. Nothing they say or do breaks her except keeping her from her dog.
All she wants is that mutt. All I want is 𝙝𝙚𝙧.
Now I have a prisoner who I’m going to enjoy torturing in a way neither of us ever expected.
** 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘏𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘕𝘰 𝘍𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘔/𝘍 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳. 𝘕𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘎𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘌𝘈**
