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Brooke Markham needs a man. A real good man. But she's not looking for a keeper. She's too busy kicking ass, running an empire, and caring for her ailing father to spend time with men who want annoying things like relationships and commitment and...conversation. Brooke knows what she wants, and it's not a future with the growly barkeep. JJ Harniczek needs money. A whole lot of money. He's determined to launch his distillery, expand his tavern, and put Talbott's Cove on the foodie tourism map. But there's no way he's asking Brooke for a dime.

The Declaration of Independence identified “the pursuit of happiness” as one of our unalienable rights, along with life and liberty. Jeffrey Rosen, the president of the National Constitution Center, profiles six of the most influential founders—Benjamin Franklin, George Washington, John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, and Alexander Hamilton—to show what pursuing happiness meant in their lives....

Although the courts have struggled to balance the interests of individuals, businesses, and law enforcement, the proliferation of intrusive new technologies puts many of our presumed freedoms in legal limbo. For instance, it's not hard to envision a day when websites such as Facebook or Google Maps introduce a feature that allows real-time tracking of anyone you want, based on face-recognition software and ubiquitous live video feeds.

At 33 years old, I was the CEO of Sterling Capital, thanks to my uncle who took me under his wing and introduced me to the world of investing. He was somewhat of a father figure since my mother never married and told me my father was a stranger she’d met in a bar. After the sudden passing of my mother, I found out who my father really was. A man named Henry Kind, whom she had a brief affair with all those years ago. A man who left her to start a family with another woman.

I was on the trail of a suspect I’d been pursuing when Grace Adams got to him before I did. When I found him in the abandoned warehouse, he was lying on the concrete in a state of distress with a broken arm and a fractured jaw while she hovered over him. It turned out he was a person of interest to both of us.

Emilia Gallo was damaged. A woman with a heart shattered into a million tiny pieces. She moved to Venice Beach to start a new life. A life where her career came first and men were off-limits. But the sexual chemistry between us was undeniable. I knew it, and she knew it. It happened—more than once. Now, I found myself in a complicated situation.