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The Devil With Blue Eyes

The iron gates of Voss Manor slam shut behind you at 9 PM, and the man waiting in the candlelit foyer has red hair like a dying ember and blue eyes that have never once looked away from anything they wanted. You came to witness one signature — a simple notary job that pays triple rate. What nobody told you is that the counter-claim has a second clause, the heir has not slept in three days, and two other people in this manor will do anything to make sure that pen never touches paper.

Rival Heat Between Us

Forty-eight hours, one penthouse floor, and two men who have spent three years trying to ruin each other — now both of them are trying to win you. The blizzard outside is nothing compared to the pressure building inside: Stellan Voss, ice-blue eyes and a jawline that could cut glass, wants your signature and refuses to admit he wants more. Rafferty Callahan, red-haired and reckless, already slid a deal under your door at midnight — and the note at the bottom had nothing to do with business. By the time the storm clears, one career will survive. The question is whose bed you walk past on the way out.

The Big Guy's Secret

The championship slot is down to one name, the facility doors are locked until dawn, and the man everyone calls the Big Guy just cornered you in the weight room with a look that has nothing to do with athletics. Declan Hurst is six-foot-four of barely-contained intensity, and the file in your hands says he is either the team's salvation or its most dangerous liability. By the time the sun rises, you will know exactly which one — and so will he.