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Jaded financier Philip Dettmer vowed never to love again—until a chance encounter with the innocent Emma Monroe tempts him beyond reason. Emma blushes furiously when the billionaire catches her in an elevator holding a copy of the scandalous novel taking the world by storm. Before she can escape, he stuns her with a once-in-a lifetime chance to bring her forbidden fantasies to life. No one is more shocked than Philip when she accepts his invitation. But as they begin their exploration of Dominance and submission, from page to bedroom, she knows one taste will never be enough.

Her daddy owes me half a million dollars, but I'm taking her in instead. She's an innocent in this evil war, but I can't let her go.

Tyler is my best buddy on the planet. We would move mountains for each other. So when I discover that my girl has been cheating on me, it's my best friend's job to put me back together. His own troubles in the love nest are brewing. His girlfriend is jealous of all the time Tyler spends cheering me up.

They were right. The stronger our bonds grow; the closer evil gets. I've fallen for a charming Fae, protective Warlock, and a tempting Demon, all with sculpted bodies made for sin. Our bonds are only the beginning.

Is our sexuality determined primarily by our genes? Or is it shaped by the social norms and expectations we happen to be born into? This Very Short Introduction audiobook provides an accessible, thoughtful, and thought-provoking introduction to major debates around sexuality in the modern world, highlighting the social and political aspects of sexuality.

Survival is not enough. We need to build on what we have. We need to thrive. It's just me and five beautiful women on a hostile world. We've made an abandoned village our home, but we are surrounded by threats. To ensure our survival, I need to turn our village into a fortress. I need to crush all the threats, both large and small. And I need to keep my women—including anyone new we find on the way—as happy as only I can.

Marrying for love was never in the stars for Creslyn. Drake is calculating, cruel, and wields a blade of death. But something about him draws her in, his shadows call to the darkness she keeps locked away inside of her. She isn't foolish enough to expect love from a marriage contract, but when they bind their vows in blood, Creslyn does the unthinkable—she claims Drake as her mate.

The final book in the Witch Among Warlocks series.

Shock. It was an emotion Peter had grown disturbingly familiar with over the past year. So familiar that he thought he had mastered the feeling by now. Case in point: 1. Werewolves exist? Sure. 2. He was one now? Whatever. 3. Brom, Chad, Knave (insert name here) wanted to assault, kidnap, and/or kill him? Not ideal, but Peter had dealt with it all like a champ.

Dr. Amira Alvarez is a sports doctor heading up the new Forest Vale department specializing in female athletes. She has just been through a messy divorce and love is the last thing on her mind. She wants a new start. When she meets the super charming sports psychologist, Dr. Casey Rosen, she cannot resist the lure of her. But the handsome Casey is from a world of BDSM and Amira knows nothing about it. Will Amira get drawn into Casey's tangled web of sexuality? And if she does, will Casey break her heart?

I know I'm lucky to have a mate at all. Most would rejoice. Most would run to them. Not me. I want to stay with my family. I was trapped in the veil for the majority of my life, fighting to survive. And I'm supposed to leave them for a man I don't know? I'm tired of Fate making the decisions for me. Yet . . . The ache in my chest becomes too much. The thirst in my throat becomes unbearable. The need to mate is a call I can no longer ignore. Even if I've never touched or kissed another. How will I satisfy him?

I've got big dreams of a career on the stage. Unfortunately dreams don't pay the bills. Working as an exotic dancer for a mysterious monster client sure beats being groped by some of the sleazy humans I've danced for. Performing alone on a rooftop for a statue sounds strange, sure. Then the statue comes alive and turns into a huge, sweet protective gargoyle. My dance frees William from his rocky prison, but he tells me if I don’t stop, he'll have no choice but to claim me forever. Beneath the rough, stony exterior, my powerful gargoyle mate has a tender heart. But he's holding back.

I'm the heir to an empire, but I left the army as a broken man. A dangerous man. I should stay clear of her. She's too fragile, too broken herself - and too beautiful to resist. Worst of all: She wants me to take her. But where she seeks solace, I seek sanity. The Velvet Rooms provide our sanctuary. A place of safety, bliss and unbridled play, untainted by the clamor of reality. Here, there is no sight. There is no sound. Only skin against skin. Testing. Claiming. Our fondness for the absence of sound and light is what binds us.

A business conference over the holiday period is probably the last thing anyone looks forward to—unless you're Sephy. The chance to get away from the holiday pressure and family drama at a luxe ski resort in Finland is a dream come true, even if she does have to work. The last thing Sephy's looking for is love, but when her ex rocks up with a hot new investor in tow, she knows she's in trouble. Especially when they both set their sights on her.

Being a young, semi-talented artist with big dreams is hard enough for June Matthews, but to make matters worse, her boss is a total dick. Dr. Amos Brady, a neurosurgeon, and unapologetic a-hole, seems determined to make his secretary's life miserable. When Dr. Brady rudely points out that her "stripper" underwear is showing, June decides she's had enough. Well, okay, she hadn't meant to set his pants on fire, but she isn't mad about it, either. That is, until their office manager makes everyone go to a wilderness retreat to "foster communication" and force everyone to get along.

Wolf-shifter Niles Van Holtz is young, good looking, and in line to become the Alpha Male of his family's Pack. So why does his gorgeous, young professor, Dr. Irene Conridge, act like he doesn't exist? When her enemies start coming out of the woodwork, Niles is there to protect her. Now, while he's securing her safety, she'll be hanging out at his house-right where he wants her.

Josie has always been the ultimate forbidden fruit. When I first laid eyes on her, she was a tempting, wet dream that just appeared in my home. That sounds perfect, but she was there as my son's girlfriend. It also made her completely off limits. It still didn't stop me from tasting her. One touch, one taste wrapped up in a stolen moment that never should have happened marked me for life. She's my guilty secret that I've privately been obsessed with. I mean hell, it's been years and I still think about her. Now, she's back.

I'm not a dominatrix. I'm just a single mom struggling to pay the bills and raise my two kids. But when my sister, Kalli signs up as an escort for a demon and ends up with a billionaire demon boyfriend, I can't help wondering if I should re-think my work situation. I'm not looking for a boyfriend, but if the huge, handsome, rich minotaur wants to pay to get on his knees for me, I'd have to be stupid to turn that down, right?

Celina: When Celina Connelly meets Jamie McCullough, she knows right away that he's a great guy...but it's not enough. She's saving herself for the all-inclusive, heart-pounding, breath-stealing kind of magic that comes with finding the right one - the kind she feels when she meets Jamie's brother, Kyle. Jamie: Betrayed doesn't begin to describe what Jamie McCullough feels when he discovers the woman who declined his marriage proposal has accepted another's - his own brother's! Hurt and angry, Jamie finds himself in the warm and welcoming cafe of Amy's Book Shoppe.

I never claimed to be a saint. But it wasn't until I found myself in cuffs that I learned the damage I was capable of. The only sunshine on those gray prison days came in the form of letters from a hopeful teenager with a quick wit. But the letters weren't addressed to me. They were meant for my bastard cellmate, who'd sooner toss them on the floor with the rest of his trash. So, I picked them up, read them, and wrote back, signing each letter, Love, Dad.