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Question: What happens when a thirty-year-old virgin hires a sex therapist to take care of her "little problem"? Answer: Lots of laughs and tons of heat. You'll be left wanting a Dr. Ryan Andrews of your own.

I have a lot of titles. Jace Connor, Sexiest Soccer Player. Top-Scoring Athlete. America’s Favorite Party Boy. But I’m sick of being what other people expect. Starting with the last one, I’m ready to earn some new nicknames.

It’s my first day back with the Carolina Reapers and the elevator just stopped.
At least I’m in here with the girl of my dreams. London Foster is smart, sexy, and everything I’ve ever wanted—Until the elevator doors finally open and she runs right into my biological brother’s arms.

Fate threw them together, the world is trying its best to tear them apart. Corey is a young hot-shot for the Cleveland Sound. He wants to make his mark and that means then ends his wild ways. Then again that was clear when he nearly killed a gorgeous woman with his car. He never thought he would mee...

I've got two weeks to marry a virgin, or I'm done as Prince. I found the girl, now I just need to tell her.

I should have known better. The quiet girl doesn’t get the hot, popular guy. Because my life isn’t a high school rom com. But I’ve had a crush on my best friend’s brother Will since we were teenagers. Will hadn’t noticed me then.

I had the perfect bachelor's life. No obligations. No commitments. The greatest job in the world, all while being paid millions to do it. Until I became a dad overnight. My world turned upside down, I went from ballfields and bars to dirty diapers and bottles. I turned to my best friend for help but...

Five nights. Two adversaries. Only one bed in their hotel room. I’m at the height of my athletic career. Yet my arrogant brother is always trying to recruit me into the family business: a global security company so secretive that I don’t even know its name. Pass, thanks. I don’t need a summer...

Maybe Cyrus could be the first man to make sure squeaky clean Carol got put on Santa’s naughty list this year…

My only goal is to heal from this concussion and get back on the ice—until Nina Callaghan shows up at my door asking for hockey lessons. She’s my best friend’s kid sister, which puts her in the hands-off zone, so I used to tease her without mercy—the ballerina on ice—until a knee injury gr...