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Resisting You by Katana CollinsThat awkward moment when the matchmaker becomes the match…
Meet Cute or Your Money Back, an all-new grumpy/sunshine, opposites attract, matchmaker romcom from USA Today bestselling author Katana Collins is now available!
I know what women want in a man and they pay me a lot of money to find it for them.
With the help of my fellow ex-special forces brothers, I opened up a matchmaking business where we use our military skills to help our clients find The One. And it turns out a little military strategy goes a long way.
I treat each new client in my matchmaking business like its own mission. And I’m proud to say that I have a one hundred percent success rate.
Or at least I did. Before Allie Larsen entered the picture.
She’s smart. She’s beautiful. She’s charming…
… and she’s impossible to please.
But when it turns out Allie has secrets she’s been keeping, she not only jeopardizes her own matchmaking mission, but she puts both our lives in danger.
Except this time, it's not only my life at risk... it's my heart.
When they said, "All's fair in love and war," I'm not sure this is what they meant.
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I knew someone was following me from the moment I stepped out into the brisk city air. When you’re in my line of work, you learn not to ignore that prickling sensation on the back of your neck. I’ve had eyes on me enough times to know the difference between paranoia and the real deal. One surreptitious glance over my shoulder confirms that I’m right. Only it doesn’t appear to be some insidious threat lurking in the shadows; it’s a pair of round hazel, curious eyes that are trained on me.
“Okay,” I mutter under my breath, tightening my grip on my to-go paper coffee cup, “time to face the music.”
I make a sharp turn down an alleyway, my boots echoing off the graffiti-stained walls. There’s a method to this madness—alleyways are good for confrontations, fewer prying eyes. I position myself around the corner behind a dumpster and wait, counting the seconds. Sure enough, the soft patter of footsteps crescendos as she rounds the bend, almost on cue.
I pull my gun from my waistband, ensuring the safety is still on and raise it chest height as I step out from the shadows. “Why are you following me?”
I cringe as she spins to face me, her pouty, berry-shaded lips parted in a gasp. “Oh my lord! That’s a gun!” she cries with the timbre of a kindergarten teacher.
“Wow, look at you, Detective Sunshine. So tell me…are you lost or just really into following people?” My tone’s casual, but my stance is anything but. I hold firm with the gun raised, waiting for her to stumble over some lie. But she stops short, blinking up at me with an expression that’s part surprise, part chagrin.
“Following you?” Her voice has that high-pitched quality of someone caught red-handed. She laughs—a nervous kind of laugh—and then looks away, searching for an escape route that isn’t there. “No, no, I...I was...”
“Let’s cut to the chase.” I step closer and see her swallow hard. Good. Keep her on her toes. “You’ve been tailing me since we both exited the coffee shop. What’s your game?”
She tugs at the strap of her bag, clearly buying time, and I can tell she’s not used to being cornered. Most folks aren’t. Then again, I’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially some cute brunette playing innocent. I’ve seen firsthand how the doe-eyed Bambi can be trained to lie through their teeth and turn into the deadliest assassin in the room in a blink of those mascara-laden eyes.
I’m absolutely not falling for that act.
“Who are you?” I demand, not unkindly, but firmly enough to show I mean business. I can see the wheels turning behind those wide eyes, the cogs of her brain grinding as she sizes up whether to run or spill as she stares down the barrel of my gun.
“Okay, okay...” She exhales sharply, a half-defeated chuckle escaping her lips. “This is going to sound strange, but—”
She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, and I notice for the first time how the setting sunlight catches in her wavy hair, turning it into liquid amber. There’s this playful glint in her hazel eyes that makes them shimmer like two drops of top-shelf whiskey. The sundress she’s wearing clings to her petite frame in a way that’s casual but deliberate, like a flag staked on the territory of her curves.
“I’m waiting.”
“Look,” she starts, tipping her head back to meet my gaze with a confidence that’s almost disarming. “I saw you back there, in the café. You were like some kind of cabernet Cupid, helping that girl with the spilled wine connect with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome.”
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Forbidden Romeo by Katana Collins
My only love sprung from my only hate…
Ruined Juliet, an all-new emotionally charged, sports romance from USA Today bestselling author Katana Collins is now available!

I should hate Holden Dorsey after what he did to me. I want to hate Holden Dorsey.
So why can’t I stop picturing him late at night when I’m alone in bed?
I’ve worked too hard to get into this prestigious theater department and land the lead role in Romeo and Juliet. I’m not going to let anyone stand in my way… especially not my rebellious Romeo.
I should have learned my lesson the first time. I should have stayed far away from Holden.
Amidst acting in one of Shakespeare’s most notorious tragedies, we’re living our own.
Holden vowed to pick up my shattered pieces and fix me, but it’s too late.
I’m already ruined.

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“As much as I’d love to stand here and chat with you, I’m late for class.”
I move to keep walking, but with a single step to the side, she blocks my path once more. “About that. As you know, Holden needs this class and the show credit to graduate on time. And it seems that he’s been a little distracted by you these last few weeks. Since you’re only a freshman, you have plenty of time to make this class up later in your college career.”
Folding my arms, I narrow my gaze at her. “Distracted how?”
She titters a laugh that’s faker than the cubic zirconia earrings my sister gave me last year for my birthday. “Oh, you know college boys.”
“I don’t really. As you said, I’m only a freshman.”
“We got a call from his football coach that his games have been slipping a little.”
“And you think that has to do with me? Not the fact that he’s stretched really thin by taking on a second extra-curricular activity that’s very demanding?”
She pauses and gives another quiet chuckle through her nose. Makeup has settled in the few creases around her mouth that I have no doubt if she knew were there, she’d have run straight to her cosmetologist to fuel up on some botox. “My son is used to a demanding schedule. So the only variable I can see… is you.
If you care about Holden at all, you’ll quit this class. And this show.” If there was ever a kick in the pants to fuel me to get my part back… This is it. No one strong arms me out of what I want to do. One way or another, I have to convince McCay to take me back.
“Wow,” I chuckle. “Does that actually work? Playing the whole ‘if you love my son, you’ll do this for him’ game?”
“We all make sacrifices for the people we love.”
“Good point. I wonder what sacrifices Holden will make for me.”
Holden and I aren’t in love. Not by a long shot. But I revel in the shock that takes hold of Mrs. Dorsey’s expression as she realizes what I’ve just implied. “And,” I add while I’ve got her speechless, “unfortunately, the add-drop time for our semester is already over. I can’t quit the class without taking an incomplete.”
To her credit, she recovers quickly. The polite exterior has given way as she rips a checkbook out of her Louis Vuitton purse. “Classes here are what? Four thousand a semester? So, what if I give you, say, six thousand … for your troubles.”
“I can’t be bought.” My cheeks flush red at my statement. Because that’s not exactly true, Kate, is it? Holden has bought me for a heck of a lot less than that. He bought my panties. He bought my dignity. He bought my innocence.
Ignoring the shame bubbling inside me, I hold my ground firmly as she sighs. “Fine. Ten thousand, then. But for that price, I expect you to steer clear of my son for the rest of the year.”
She scribbles a check and tears it from the book, holding it out to me.
“No, thank you,” I say, folding my arms.
“Take the check.”
“I don’t want your money,” I snap. “I don’t want another penny from your freaking family.” I yank my phone out of my bag. Even though I’m officially late for class today, there might still be time to plead my case to McCay. I type out a quick email to her.“In fact, I had quit the show with Holden this morning, but just because you thought you could buy me off? I’m emailing the professor right now to rescind my resignation.”
“You have to trust me, this is for your own good,” Mrs. Dorsey pleads. “This is one part. One class. All you need to do is stay away from my son—”
“Mom!” Holden’s voice comes out of nowhere and both Mrs. Dorsey and I jump at his rumbling baritone.
Good lord, the guy is even more delicious today than usual. His dark hair is still shower-damp and his amber eyes look golden in the morning sun.
I tear my gaze away from him and force my rapidly beating heart to slow, reminding myself that Holden Dorsey stands for everything I hate about privilege and high society.
“Holden!” Mrs. Dorsey clasps the collar of her silk button down shirt. “You scared me.”
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks stepping between us.
Her eyes dart between Holden and me. “I-I’m here to see you, of course!” she says in a sickly sweet voice, then holds out her arms to hug Holden. “I wanted you to see I was okay despite our little chat the other night.”
“Uh-huh.” he lets her hug him, but I note the stiffness in his shoulders and the fact that he doesn’t hug her back. Instead, he yanks the check from her hand and holds it up. “And what’s this? What was all that talk the other night about your regrets? About how much you wished I would find someone special?”
I’m not sure what was said in their conversation the other night, but it’s clear it’s not my place to interject.
Mrs. Dorsey winces. “I did mean that. I do regret what we did to Megan and I want you to find someone.”
“Just not me,” I say, deadpan, then turn to look at Holden. It’s all too much. This freaking family has more money than they know what to do with and they think they can just buy people off. “Like mother, like son, huh?”
He does a double take at me, seeming confused. Of course he’s confused. When he last saw me, we were making out in a hot tub. I was about to call things off with my secret panty buyer to give it a real try with Holden.
And then, I discovered he’d been lying to me.
He is my secret panty buyer.
But he doesn’t know that I discovered his secret.
In his mind, we are still on the cusp of getting together.
Well, Holden, you have a rude awakening coming.
“One crazy thing at a time, please,” he says, then turns back to his mom. “Go home, Mom. Go back to Dad and to your martinis and your club and stay out of my love life. And feel free to pass that message onto Dad, too.”
Mrs. Dorsey looks briefly hurt. “Your father doesn’t know I’m here. But trust me, be happy I’m the one here and not him. He won’t be nearly as generous with his offer.”
He glares at her for a long moment before turning to me, holding up the check. “Do you want this?”
“No,” I hiss, not hesitating for a second to answer.
Not missing a beat, he tears up the check, tossing the pieces at his mother. “Well, there’s your answer. And next time you’re too drunk to function, call someone else to take care of you.”
“Holden—”
“I don’t want to hear it right now.”
Like a dejected child, she turns and walks back to her car, teetering on her kitten heels, leaving the two of us standing there outside my dorms.
I watch his mom get into her BMW, rev the engine and peel out of the parking spot.
A breeze catches the ends of my long blonde waves and whip them across my face. A strand gets stuck in my lip gloss and before I brush up into a ponytail, Holden reaches out, twisting his finger around the errant strand and tucking it behind my ear. Unable to stop my reaction, I shiver at the feel of his gentle touch as he asks, “Were you really going to quit the show?”
I blink, slowly, shaking off the fog that surrounds me whenever Holden's skin touches mine. “I was. Until your mom offered me money to quit. Stupid pride.” I pause and hold up my phone to show him the email I just sent to McCay. “I should have taken your mother’s ding dang money for something I was doing anyway.”
He smirks. “But you don’t like being told what to do.”
Heat blasts the apples of my cheeks. “No, I don’t.”
“Don’t quit,” he begs and I can’t help but wonder if he knows why I’ve distanced myself.
“Why shouldn’t I?” I challenge him back.
“Because you were born to play this role. Because you are Big-Juliet-Energy if I’ve ever seen it.”
Big Juliet Energy. I smile to myself and drop my gaze to the cement sidewalk. He’s one to talk. He’s got Big Romeo Energy.
Holden continues his groveling and I have to admit, it feels good. I want him on his knees begging, even if I don’t want to admit it. “Please, Katherine. If you quit, I’m going to be forced to act with Addison as my Julie.”
Wait a minute.
Wait a fluffing, forking minute.
“Why did you quit in the first place?” he asks as my gaze snaps up.
“What did you say?”
“I asked why you qui–”
“Not that. About Addison getting my part.”
He sighs. “Yeah, Addison is now officially your understudy. So if you quit, I have to do this whole show with her as my Juliet.”
No.
Addison has been trying to undermine me for weeks.
She can’t have my part.
She can’t have Holden.
I am Juliet. And Holden is my Romeo.

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Holden didn’t set out to betray me… but that’s just what he did.
Twice.
Rebel Romeo, an all-new enemies to lovers, second chance romance, and the second book in the Shattered Hearts series from USA Today bestselling author Katana Collins is now available!

They say history repeats itself. Same Holden. Same me. Same heartbreak and betrayal. Only this time, I’m not the same shattered college freshman who runs away from a fight broken-hearted. I’m not going to fall on my knife, like Juliet.
This time, I stay. And I fight.
It’s bad enough that my director is my first love and the guy broke my heart. But now his most recent ex-girlfriend, the stunning Tony-Award winning actress, Missy Howl, is my producer on the show.
I have one more chance to prove to everyone that I deserve this lead role on Broadway. Everything’s on the line: my career, my apartment... and my heart.
I know falling for Holden again would be nothing short of a tragedy, but I can’t help the spark of hope that maybe we can rewrite the script for ourselves. But when it comes to star-crossed lovers, Shakespeare said it best himself: “These violent delights have violent ends.”

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Rebel Romeo by Katana Collins
I was looking for a job, not a Romeo… because everyone knows how that story ends.
Broken Romeo, an all-new enemies to lovers, second chance romance, and the first book in the Shattered Hearts series from USA Today bestselling author Katana Collins is now available!

I’ve got three hundred bucks left in my bank account, two jobs, and one final chance to make it as an actress in New York City.
After years of being a chorus girl, I arrive at my first Broadway audition for a leading role thinking I finally have a shot at making it...until I come face to face with the director, Holden James—the rich quarterback from college who broke my heart and stabbed me in the back three years ago.
But I’m not the same girl I was in college. And unlike three years ago, I now know just what—and who—I’m dealing with. This time, I know how to play the game. In this cutthroat business, I need to remember the truest theatrical lesson of all:
For never was a story of more woe... than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

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My shoulders go rigid. I have thirteen missed calls.
Thirteen.
Most days, I get one or two calls tops… and they’re usually spam.
Not only do I have thirteen missed calls, but I have thirteen new voice messages. All from the same 516 area code.
I press play and hold the phone up to my ear.
Holden’s voice filters from the speaker. “Kate, it’s me. Look, we need to talk. I don’t want to have this conversation over the phone—”
She wasn’t exactly memorable back then. The echo of his voice roils my stomach, and I pull the phone away from my ear to look at the phone number he called from.
The same number as the other twelve messages—Holden’s number.
Holden called me thirteen times.
My breath catches. I haven’t known his number for years. I haven’t known how to reach him, despite the multiple pissed off speeches I’ve memorized through the years. Speeches I thought he’d never hear because I never had a way to contact him…
Until now.
The power of that makes my heart patter against my ribcage with the speed of a hummingbird’s wings.
It’s a power I shouldn’t be trusted with.
I delete the messages and shove my phone back deep into my pocket as Jill gives me a questioning glance. “Who was that?”
My throat tightens. She’s the one person I can’t lie to. “It was him.”
Her eyes go wide, filling with hope. “Maybe—”
“No,” I cut her off.
“You don’t even know what I was going to say!”
Curt finishes taking an order and scribbles some initials onto a cup, then thrusts it at me to make the iced matcha latte. I bend, retrieving the green powder from its container, and toss a scoop in the bottom of the cup.
“Fine,” I concede, uncapping the almond milk.
“What were you going to say?”
“Maybe he’s calling to offer you the part—”
“No,” I answer again, shoving the ice scoop into the bin.
“But how do you know?”
“I just do.” I dump the ice into the tea shaker, then push the lid on top. Giving it a good shake, I speak over the clatter. “If you’re being offered a role, the director isn’t the one who calls you. The casting director calls your agent. Then your agent calls you with the contracts that you comb through before there’s any formal acceptance.”
I hate the deflated look on Jill’s face. In some ways, she’s taking this even harder than I am.
Or I’m just that good at shutting off my emotions.
Which is the exact reason I didn’t get the part. Because Holden knows me too well. He knows I have trouble connecting, exposing my vulnerable side. Especially with him.
“The only reason Holden would call me himself is if I didn’t get the part, and he thinks this somehow makes him the hero to tell me in person.” I stare into the frothy light green beverage and snap the lid on top, avoiding Jill’s pitying stare.
A deep voice speaks up, resonating over the ambient noise of the coffee shop. “Maybe if you returned my calls, you’d know what the hell I wanted.”
My breath stalls halfway out of my lungs, and I snap my gaze up.
Holden.

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I was looking for a job, not a Romeo…
Broken Romeo, an all-new enemies to lovers, second chance romance, and the first book in the Shattered Hearts series from USA Today bestselling author Katana Collins is now available!

I’ve got three hundred bucks left in my bank account, two jobs, and one final chance to make it as an actress in New York City.
After years of being a chorus girl, I arrive at my first Broadway audition for a leading role thinking I finally have a shot at making it...until I come face to face with the director, Holden James—the rich quarterback from college who broke my heart and stabbed me in the back three years ago.
But I’m not the same girl I was in college. And unlike three years ago, I now know just what—and who—I’m dealing with. This time, I know how to play the game. In this cutthroat business, I need to remember the truest theatrical lesson of all:
For never was a story of more woe... than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

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