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Meet the Lancasters. Sexy. Arrogant. Filthy rich.

The Serendipity Collection is a series of love triangles featuring different couples in books 1 to 4 and a full epilogue in book 5.

My first day working as the Marketing Director for the world-renowned theme park moguls Blackmoore Enterprises was going really well until I came face-to-face with the man who has my heart. But he is not the man I believed he was. The man is an ogre. He’s a bully and likes the words “You’re fired” a little too much. I need to decide. Do I go home with my tail between my legs, or do I stay, ignore him, and show him he’s not the boss of me?

A single dad, an underwear model, a baker, and baseball-loving former boy band member find love with four fun, incredible women in this compilation of the first three books and a spin-off from Pippa Grant’s Copper Valley Bro Code romantic comedy series.

Bristlebrook is up in smoke, my brutes are dead, and Sam’s camp is a powder keg begging for a flame. Injured and furious over their losses, the surviving hunters are preoccupied with their own problems. Their factions and allegiances. Their internal wars and pissing contests. The new world they want to forge. They don’t look twice at their meek little captive.

Wren Ballard is trying to find herself. She never expected to be divorced at 27, but now that the court date has passed, it's official. The paperwork is final. Her feelings on it aren't. Spending the summer in a small mountain town outside Seattle is exactly what she needs. The peaceful scenery is a given, the cat with the croaky meow is a surprise, but the real kicker? A broody neighbor with nice arms, a strange reputation, and absolutely no interest in her.

Raised on fame and fortune, Liam McGuire is a spoiled man-child. His handsome face blinds the world, but I see through it to what he is inside. Ugly. When his tour bus rolls off the road, Liam's rushed to the hospital where I work. A jagged scar runs the length of his face, ruining his good looks and jeopardizing his career. As his nurse, I'm around him more than I'd like, but the more I get to know him, the more I realize the world wasn't blind to him. I was.

Tyler Cree has never been good at the whole "look and don’t touch" thing. From the moment he was old enough to walk on his own two feet, he’s been looking for trouble. Trouble comes in many forms...quite a few of those forms being the female persuasion. Tyler knows what girls want - a bad boy. And he has the bad boy image down pat. Ex-military - check. Hot cop - double check.

It was like seeing a ghost. When my late husband’s twin brother moves back to our small town, I want to avoid him. Everything about Wes reminds me of the man I lost and the life we’d planned together, and after 18 long months struggling just to get out of bed, I’m finally doing okay. I have a new job, an amazing support group, and a beautiful five-year-old daughter to parent. I don’t want to go backward. But I’m drawn to him, too. He understands my grief and anger and guilt like no one else - and I understand his. Before long, that understanding becomes desire, and that desire becomes uncontrollable.

Valor joined up with Tray after Beauty's sacrifice because he knew Luck was destined to be with Princess Nyleena. There was no room in that relationship for a third wheel. But when he teamed up with Tray he had no idea that he'd be the third wheel in that partnership, too. Tray has been keeping ALCOR's secrets since the day he arrived on Harem Station. Not just one or two.... ALL of them. But he's also been keeping one of his own.

After I’m arrested for throwing a raucous party, my hockey team says I have an image problem. And I need to fix it, stat. Charity work? Check. Haircut? Sure. But I draw the line at hiring my neighbor to style me. In the first place “style” shouldn’t be a verb. And I’m tired of people who’d judge me on appearances. Vera and I don’t see eye to eye on anything. She wants me to try on clothes, while I just want to remove hers. She's distractingly pretty, with soulful eyes and a sinful mouth that likes to argue with me.

He’s growly. Grumpy. Stubborn. And now, my new roommate. Walking away from my disastrous last relationship was an easy decision, but moving in with a friend-of-a-friend hockey star who’s rarely home? Not quite as simple, because Grant makes me feel all kinds of things I’m not prepared for. Protected. Desired. Unsteady.

I don’t know what love is anymore. Well, that’s not entirely true, but I’m going to tell you a little secret: I’ve lost the spark. You know the kind of spark I’m talking about? Where butterflies take flight in your stomach from two hands innocently colliding. Yeah, that spark. Except I haven't felt that feeling in forever; there is nothing left inside of me. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem - but I’m a writer on a serious deadline, and my editor is breathing down my neck for a romantic Nicholas Sparks-type love story.

I don't mess around with stuff that overcomplicates my life. I love my career, and I love my family. Love itself, however, is overrated. It’s only ever let me down, and brought me pain and misery. But love isn’t the same as lust, and when it came to spending a night with the very handsome Staff Sergeant Powell, I said yes.

I wouldn't say I ran away exactly - 22 is too old for that. I'd call it self-preservation. I have one objective: protect my heart from the boy next door who has no clue I've loved him my whole life, even with a front row seat to his revolving bedroom door. My escape plan almost worked. Except I left one thing behind. Logan Carter hijacked my heart, and it's time to get it back. This time for good.

Jax Jamieson was the biggest rock star on the planet. And he loved me. We've been through ups and downs I thought would tear us - and me - apart. But we made it back to each other. Now, I don't want the big ceremony, the dress, or the paparazzi. I only want Jax. His heart, his soul, his hoodie. Forever.

At 35, Gina Bourque is still playing the field. If he’s single, in his early 20s with dark hair and brooding eyes, there’s a damn good chance you’ll find him in her little black book. Jeffrey Ryan never imagined that at nearly 40 he’d find himself widowed and a single dad. But here he is - stumbling through this thing called life with two impressionable daughters watching his every move.

You want some? She snarls those words at him with barely concealed hostility the moment he arrives at her window to ask for her license and registration. After a few choice words, he lets her go with not one ticket, but three. Fast forward a week, and he’s still unable to think about anything else but her and her bad attitude - oh, and those sexy lips, angry eyes, and her promise to make his life hell. What he doesn’t expect is to fall for her.

She’s in a white dress that dances around her ankles, and her hair tumbles in a long sheet of curls down her back. A veil covers her beautiful eyes, and she smiles directly at him. Janie is everything Rafe’s ever imagined she would be on her wedding day. Breathtaking. Gorgeous. Perfect. The moment he sees her walking down the aisle toward him, he knows that she’s the one. Then, she passes him, making her way to the man she’s to marry.

Who knew sleeping with the enemy could be this much fun? In my defense, I had just moved back into my grandparent’s house. I’d lost my dream job, and a guy on Tinder had stood me up. It was like life had suddenly stamped ‘LOSER’ on my forehead. So, when the guy behind the bar started giving me the look....you know, the one....You don’t bother to figure out what your six degrees of separation are. You jump on that horse, and ride it! By the time I’d figured out who the bartender was, I was already falling for him.