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When you've been told your whole life that something is sinful, you have two options. Avoid it like the plague, like it has the power to destroy all that is good and pure. Or become as fixated upon it as Eve was upon that apple. I'm sick of the push-pull of terror and temptation. It's tearing me apart. I just want a bite of the apple. More than a bite. I want to devour it. Have its juices spill from my lips. And by apple, I, of course, mean sex.

It was an innocent mistake; she knocked on the wrong door. It was mine. If I were a better man, I would've just let her go. But I'm not. I'm a cruel bastard. I ruthlessly claimed her virtue for my own. It should've been enough but it wasn't. I needed more...I craved it. She became my obsession. Her sweetness and purity taunted my dark soul. The need to possess her nearly drove me mad. A Russian arms dealer had no business pursuing a naive librarian student. She didn't belong in my world. I would bring her only pain. But it was too late...she was mine and I was keeping her.

Two months ago, Freya had a tracking anklet and four infuriatingly attractive FBI handlers. Now, she has her own badge and is pretty sure she's in love with all four of her former handlers. Settled in Quantico, Freya finally feels like she belongs. River no longer sees her as a criminal. Jude and Oz have her back in a way no one ever has before. And Eli… well, Eli's still complicated. Freya and the guys have bigger problems, though, because the Cross-Cut Killer is still at large, and he is determined to go after the people Freya cares about most.

Christmas Eve. She walks into a bar. He sits beside her. No names. Just heat. When he says he's the scariest one here, she only wants him more. Morgan simply needs to escape her family and disappear into a stiff drink for the night. Then a sexy silver fox offers the kind of distraction she should refuse, but going home sounds like torture—and not the sexy kind. A filthy age gap, dark romance Christmas novella, Krampus Kruk unwraps what happens when you go home with a stranger—and discover he's no Santa, but the devil of Christmas himself.

He's a killer. A monster. A thief. He stole me; ripped me from a life I thought was mine, and forced me into his. There was no negotiating. No choice to be made. No way out. He says once I give him what he wants, he'll let me go. But I don't believe him. Taunting me, humiliating me, hunting me...it thrills him. He's addicted to my tears, and amused by my suffering. I know he won't stop until he breaks me. But I won't go down without a fight.

I want to run a sex empire and be taken seriously in the old boys' club that is the business world. I want to be the poster child, not the plaything. So, I stay polished. Tasteful. Beyond reproach. Until Anton Wolff joins Alchemy. He's the UK's most charismatic billionaire, and he's looking for a club that's as discreet as it is debauched. As classy as it is carnal. I think I've seen it all—until he shares what he desires from his Alchemy experience. And what he desires, above all else, is me. I think I'm afraid of the Big, Bad Wolff.

I cultivated my shamelessness. I wore it as a badge of honor at my convent school, and I've been turning it into an art form at Alchemy, the club whose social media I manage. My boss, though? He's the most proper person I've ever met. No one would peg him as the finance director of a sex club. (I mean, no one's pegging him at all, which is probably his problem. #justsayin) I get it. He's a widower, single-parenting two little girls while holding down a massive job. He needs an outlet, something just for him.

Kai: the bad boy I broke my rules for, who stomped all over my heart—twice. He’s arrogant, annoying, and, worst of all, he doesn’t even remember what he did to me. He’s also my new presentation partner. I want nothing to do with him, but the more time we spend together, the more I realize he’s not the monster I’ve made him out to be. I want to keep hating him, but it’s hard when he’s made it his mission to get me to like him. As if things weren’t messed up enough, enter Mr. Wrong.

I've made my life a complete facade. It works for me. I'm successful and have a career I wouldn't trade for anything. One night threatens all of my carefully constructed walls. A single night with one of my players unlocks and unleashes a secret need in me to submit, and now I'm willing to put everything on the line to be his perfect submissive. Even at the cost of my career.

My uncle may be the boss of the Chicago Outfit, but there’s one man even he fears: Giovanni Guerra, who I was just sold to—as his wife—for an alliance...for power. The boss of the New York family is beautiful and deadly, and he stokes a fire in me that might destroy us both. He may believe he was sold a submissive mafia princess, but Giovanni Guerra will find I’m no one’s pawn. The only vow I make is one of lust and fury.

I've never been good at doing the right thing. A series of bad choices have left my life in tatters. Everyone is telling me to move on, but how can I? What I did was unforgivable, even if some believe otherwise. My whole world imploded the night I left a human dying on a classroom floor. I don't deserve anything good in my life, I know that. But I'm desperate for peace. Just a few moments where I can escape from everything I've done. When Toby offers me a solution that promises just that, I jump at it. I never imagined having a Dom but with Toby in that role?

Aurora Bianchi will stop at nothing to make herself a widow. Max De Luca will rue the day he married her. Having taken her rightful place as don, Aurora is ushering in a new era in the Bianchi family. Clearing the organisation of traitors, declaring war on those who betrayed her, and destroying anyone who stands in her way. The Bianchi Bastards risked everything to save Aurora and stand at her side. They may be prepared to burn the world down for her, but she will annihilate anything that threatens them. Together, they will avenge the fallen, and Max De Luca will die for his sins.

Callum Walker kills people for a living. Although he doesn't get a say in who his boss puts on his list, he likes to hunt people who hurt children in his spare time. After a misunderstanding that leads Callum to believe Ryan Fairview—a local funeral director—is responsible for hurting one of the neighbourhood children, he finds his next target. However, Ryan isn't like other morticians. He can see dead people. So, when Callum breaks into Fairview Funerals ready to kill him, Ryan is shocked to find that his would-be murderer is haunted by all the people he's killed.

Vikings were nothing more to me than the burly barbarians from my Norse history class...until Professor Sven Hallstrom threw me over his shoulder and carried me off. Before he even finished taking me captive, the infuriatingly sexy bastard had already gagged and spanked me, then made me come desperately hard for him right there over his knee.

Jessica Martin is not a nice girl. As prom queen and captain of the cheer squad, she'd ruled her school mercilessly, looking down her nose at everyone she deemed unworthy. The most unworthy of them all? The "freak," Manson Reed: her favorite victim. But a lot changes after high school. A freak like him never should have ended up at the same Halloween party as her. He never should have been able to beat her at a game of Drink or Dare. He never should have been able to humiliate her in front of everyone.

When it comes to stealing from mafia men, there are three rules. Don't get caught. Don't be seen. And most of all—don't fall in love with them. After being hired to steal a painting, I find myself ensnared. Damon, Minos, and Aaecus are monsters, and they only want one thing: Me. Seven days of sin in exchange for freedom from the Three Fates Mafia. If only it were that easy. The strings of fate have bound the four of us together, and not even gods or monsters can keep us apart.

As Father Magnus Falke, I suppress my cravings. As the headteacher of a Catholic boarding school, I’m never tempted by a student. Until her. I became a priest to control my impulses. Then I meet Tinsley Constantine. The bratty princess challenges my rules and awakens my dark nature. With each punishment I lash upon her, I want more. In my classroom, private rectory, and bent over my altar, I want all of her. There’s no absolution for the things I’ve done. One touch risks everything I stand for. My faith. My redemption. And even my life. As if that could stop me.

I’d been prom queen and cheer captain—high school’s most savage Queen Bee. I could have everything I wanted. Except them. The freaks, the weirdos, the school’s ultimate losers: Manson, Jason, Lucas, and Vincent. Our hatred for each other couldn’t keep us apart, not even when my own mistake got Manson expelled and made me the ultimate villain to the rest of them.

In the small West Texas town of Whynot, why not let love bloom in the most unlikely place? After breaking up with my boyfriend, getting fired from my dream job, and escaping to a small town where no one knows me—I make two promises to myself. No more hiding who I am. No more letting chances pass me by. Those promises are the perfect way to ruin my life all over again. Dallas Whynot. He's the kind and muscled mechanic who has a little free library in his yard and a primal kink. June Moore . She's the tattooed, pink-haired florist who's tougher than nails and sweeter than a rose.

She talks to the dead. They talk dirty. Lennie Pendrake runs a haunted museum in Salem, offering seances for a price. When she unlocks a cursed chest, she frees Cora Winters—a silver-tongued ghost with a talent for possession, an insatiable desire for pleasure, and a taste for the living. Then there's Devereaux—Lennie's most trusted supplier of rare antiquities, a man who always knows exactly what she needs. She tells herself their chemistry is harmless, but the objects he brings her carry whispers of something darker. A tryst between the living and the dead. A seance gone too far.