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There are too many secrets at Rayne-Moore, secrets I once turned a blind eye to because I wanted nothing to do with faculty gossip, nothing to do with the elite. But now that I can no longer stay blind, I'm going to let it, and watch it unravel. For her. Raven Monroe. Because it's too late. I've dived into the ocean for my Siren, fell for her song and I want her more than my next breath.

Three masked men. One night. One room. One goal. Falling in love is out of the question. Watching my mother die for love only made me want it that much less. When things become too serious with my boyfriend in college, I know it’s time to step back. The only problem is, he doesn’t feel the same. His brand of love is possessive. Fierce. Terrifying. And he’s not afraid to enlist my best friend and my former stepbrother to help him get me back. The plan?

Nancy Friday's taboo-shattering best seller My Secret Garden is the most popular and controversial book of women's sexual fantasies ever published. Women who feared their erotic fantasies called it scandalous. Women who recognized their own fantasies in its pages, rejoiced. Outspoken, graphic, vulnerable and shameless, My Secret Garden is a classic study of female sexuality. Friday interviewed hundreds of women from every part of the country to learn their sexual private thoughts, and she listened like no one else.

There is a secret to intimacy that few people know and even fewer talk about: What burns a relationship down is the same fire that can sustain it. Without this knowledge, passion is doomed to fade away.

Hey, Over here. No, look up. Yeah, I’m the one they talk about. The headmaster’s prized possession, locked away in the bell tower of the abandoned church. To most of the students I’m just a myth. An urban legend. The girl who rings the bells up in the tower, the one who talks to gargoyles. The Archbishop’s secret.

Why choose between naughty or nice in this steamy, suspenseful Christmas-themed stalker romance that’s perfect for dark romance readers seeking a spicy, festive read. It’s the night before Christmas and I’m alone in the house… Popular jewelry influencer Chloe Hallman is steeling herself...

Crashing into my brothers' best friends was a mistake. Letting them stay might be an even bigger one. After I rear-ended their truck, I thought I'd just get a lecture and be done. But when Dean, Reed, and Lennon decided to move onto our ranch to help out, things got complicated fast. They're not just here to work—they're here to keep an eye on me, whether I like it or not. Dean's gruff attitude could freeze over Hell—especially when he calls me reckless. He made it clear after the accident that he thinks I need supervision.

A discharged Army Ranger, Ben considers his job as a BDSM club security guard to be an excellent hobby. He's never been tempted to join in. But everything changes when the notorious Mistress Anne inadvertently reveals the caring heart concealed beneath her Domme armor. Now, he's set his sights on the beautiful Shadowlands Mistress. Maybe he'd considered himself vanilla, but she can put her stiletto on his chest any day, any time.

Harlow can't live with herself after the traumatic events of a fateful Halloween night two years ago. Half-broken then, she's shattered now. The only way forward is to go back to the abandoned house where it all happened and pay the ultimate price for her sins. But the house isn't empty. Three vengeful spirits lie in wait, vowing to destroy the woman who sent them to hell. Given just one night of freedom, they will bleed every second dry, taking all their rage, suffering, and hatred out on her.

Stalking and restraining orders are a thing of Alayna Wither's past. With her MBA newly in hand, she has her future figured out - move up at the nightclub she works at and stay away from any guy who might trigger her obsessive love disorder. A perfect plan. But what Alayna didn't figure on is Hudson Pierce, the new owner of the nightclub. He's smart, rich, and gorgeous - the kind of guy Alayna knows to stay away from if she wants to keep her past tendencies in check. Except, Hudson's fixed his sights on her.

We’ve been thinking about sex all wrong. Mainstream media, movies, and porn have taught us that sex = penis + vagina, and everything else is just secondary. Standard penetration is how men most reliably achieve orgasm. The problem is, women don’t orgasm this way. We’ve separated our most...

Soldier Cameron McKay has found his niche, and it ain't ropin' steer and wearin' spurs. His deputy sheriff job, plus battle injuries that ended his military career, keep him right where he wants to be: Off the ranch and away from his family's pity. His darkest war memories are on lockdown, leaving him skeptical he'll ever find a woman who wants a man who's less than whole. .

Whoa, there. Stop right now. You don’t want to listen to this. Trust me. You really don’t want to listen to this. So back away slowly, hands up, and I won’t have to kill you. They might, though. They might be willing to warm my bed, but I wouldn’t say I trusted them. Just a bunch of psychos, really. My three f--kboys, my three psychos.

Life shattered my childhood dreams—no white picket fences, no dream job, and definitely no flawless husband...Well, that last part isn't entirely true. I just didn't expect my husband's three friends to be my soulmates and lovers too, one of whom fathered the life growing inside me. It all began with rivers of blood, and it ends the same. Drop by drop, we'll exorcise our demons, but I fear we'll lose too much along the way.

All I want is to join my family for their annual Christmas hunt. But no, because that’s apparently only for married men. Like I need a ring on my finger to shoot a man in the back. Oh, yes, the tradition is hunting people. We keep some enemies alive and let them think they can escape. It’s just a bit of festive fun, really, so it infuriates me that I, their best hitman, can't take part. If my homophobic father thinks I’ll marry a woman to qualify, he’s delusional. This year, I’m coming home with a husband. And the perfect disaster of a man literally falls into my lap.

Are you prepared to participate in the decadence experience? Where your inhibitions must be left at the gates. The rules are simple: you SUBMIT to the challenges in five rooms. Only the surviving contestant shall win a golden ticket to lead them to the Master of Inferno. Be warned, one must be prepared to step into hell to explore both their desires and nightmares. Good luck and may all your erotic dreams come true.

Honor Wrenley is ready to explore, but she’s hesitant. When she comes across an ad for an art installation unlike any other, she resists before finally giving in. The exhibit is one about the freedom to be oneself, along with exploring inner desires, and Honor can’t stop herself from going back for more.

Contains books one, two, and three of the Deliver series. She is a Deliverer. She lures young men and delivers them to be sold. She delivers the strikes that enforce their obedience. She delivers the training that determines their purchase price. As long as she delivers, the arrangement that protects her family will hold. The one thing she can't deliver is a captive from slavery. Until him. And her stubborn slave thinks he can deliver her...from herself.

Sebastian Stremmel doesn’t need another headache. He has enough of his own without Sara Shapiro, the noisy new reconstructive surgeon, stomping all around his surgical wing with her chippy, chirpy cheerfulness. But Sebastian doesn’t usually get what he wants. No one gets under his skin like Sara - so much so a heated “debate” and an exam room left in shambles later, they land themselves in eight weeks of hospital-mandated conflict resolution counseling. Now they’re forced to fight fair…which quickly leads them to playing dirty when no one’s looking.

The summer before my senior year of college was supposed to be simple: lose my virginity, avoid all unnecessary drama, and keep my mind focused on my future career far away from this small town. Easy enough. Too bad my newly emerged omega instincts have other plans and my first heat cycle hits me like a freight train with no brakes and zero respect for timing. What was supposed to be a one-time, anonymous hookup behind a glory hole has turned into a slick mess of heat haze, bad decisions, and way too much cuddling. Because the cocky, dirty-talking alpha on the other side of the wall?