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Welcome to the Lilydale Foundation Center… home of deadly secrets. After being framed for murder, I never thought I’d be back inside these walls again. And if I thought I’d be able to make a quiet return, I was dead wrong. My secrets have been spilled but little did I know it would be the catalyst. Monsters are creeping out of the darkness, eager for blood. Now, the biggest question remains—who are the true unhinged? Echoes is a why choose asylum secret society dark romance. It contains adult themes, sensitive topics, and is solely intended for mature audiences over 18.

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.

After our humiliating defeat at Cyanide, Alastair left us shamed and shattered. We lost. But with our resources at a desperate low, new players making dangerous moves, and my brutes on the offense, I know I need to change the game. The last time I tried my hand, I made mistakes that nearly cost us everything—but I’m not the same hesitant little pawn I once was, and I’m not hiding behind my fear anymore.

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.

Denali knows what he wants. He loves his job in the residence of the White House, but what he craves is serving. A Dom. Or in his case: two. When tragedy strikes once again, Denali offers himself to Milan, the president’s brother in law. Milan accepts, but he insists Secret Service agent Asher joins them as well. Denali is more than fine with that. Two hot, dominant men is even better than one, right?

Follow Cal as he descends into the dark world of BDSM, chastity caging, and humiliation with Master Dominatrix Patty and Blair, first at the Ranch and then in the Dungeon in their swank apartment.

When Eve St. James married Alex McKay, she had her whole life ahead of her. They were the FBI's golden couple by day, but by night, Eve gave herself over to her husband's world of dominance and submission filled with pleasures she came to crave.

A routine mission Sean Taggart is hunting a deadly terrorist, and his only lead is the lovely Grace Hawthorne. She's the executive assistant for an employment agency Sean suspects is a front for illegal activities. To get the truth, he is going to have to get very close to Grace, a task he is all too eager to undertake when he discovers her deliciously submissive nature. turns into a dangerous seduction. Soon, Grace Hawthorne is living a double life. By day, she is the widowed mother of two college-aged sons.

According to the FBI, I was considered a serial murderer after three kills. What do they call me after fifty-two? They call me the Silencer. One final bullet would have been all it took to stop me from taking another soul, and I would have been doing Meridian City a service by pulling that trigger. An angel crying for help stopped me, and that night, I took three lives for her. Then three turned into eight. Then eight turned into twenty. Twenty turned into twenty-one. Twenty one turned into twenty-three.

I've turned into a shell of myself after something happened to me, something I can't face. But when my father owes the Most Dangerous Man in New York, he only has one bargaining chip—Me. I can feel the safe haven I've built crashing down around me as I stand face to face with the leader of the criminal underground—my future husband. Now I must navigate this unwanted marriage of convenience while never revealing the truth about myself or my past.

Gideon Cross. Falling in love with him was the easiest thing I've ever done. It happened instantly. Completely. Irrevocably. Marrying him was a dream come true. Staying married to him is the fight of my life. Love transforms. Ours is both a refuge from the storm and the most violent of tempests. Two damaged souls entwined as one.

From USA Today best-selling author Trisha Wolfe comes her most dark and dangerous romance psych thriller that readers say is: "deliciously twisted"Duet: a performance by two. But who is acting, and who is devolving? A buried past is unearthed, and Grayson Sullivan--AKA The Angel of Maine--retaliates against the system who made him, deploying psychological warfare on the woman who initially set him free. Dr. London Noble probes deep into the mind of the killer she's fallen for, searching for answers, as a copycat killer threatens their unity. Are they partners, lovers, or enemies?

He’s a cruel man, and he’s taking me against my will. Bar tending at the Devil’s Alpha bar was supposed to be temporary. Until my brother got in too deep with the MC that runs it. Now I’m stuck in this dead-end job in the worst part of Chicago. Until a fated night, where things take a darker turn. The night a tall and gorgeous stranger enters the bar. He sticks out like a sore thumb, with his designer suit and expensive watch. Axel is making a deal with the Morrone family. The man is the eldest son, Massimo Morrone, heir to the Morrone mafia throne.

He dared to take her from me. And I have to get her back before it’s too late. I will unleash the monster within. I’ll paint the walls red and burn the world down to reach her, no matter what it costs—even if she can’t love what I’ve become. In the end, I’ll become her nightmare to reclaim what's mine.

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.

What the hell is Dominic Capelli doing in my club? Best guess, he wants revenge. I did shoot his father, after all. And, yeah, he’s looking at me like he wants to hurt me. The thing is … I’m very much into that. I know it’s a bad idea to play with him, but bad ideas are my favorite kind. And he's so very, very sexy.

George has needs, a lot of them, and so far, he hasn’t found a man who can meet them. When muggers attack him, he gets help from Jack, a six-foot-four, built-like-a-tree lumberjack. That chance encounter leads to the hottest night George has ever hadBut in the morning, he gets the surprise of his life. Jack might be a beast in bed, but he also has a nurturing side. A Daddy side. George doesn’t need a Daddy, but he’s very interested in continuing to see Jack, so he agrees to experiment with him. Can’t hurt, right? But what happens when two weeks later, Jack has a job to return to…

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.

Killian, Tristian, and Rath. These three men are a part of my past - one that I'd rather never look in the eye again. In high school, they knew my secrets and I knew theirs. They had power and I had nothing. The night everything fell apart, my stepbrother allowed his two best friends to take their rage out on me while he watched. While they laughed.

I'm stuck in an uptown lobby while my dreams of making it as a model in New York hang by a single thread. Meanwhile, Olivier Arnaud lives his best life as a useless socialite, flaunting his wealth, his looks, and his privilege. His gaze taunts, and his nightly, condescending smirks burrow deep beneath my skin where I simmer with bitterness and hate. The day he asks me to deliver his mail directly to his twelfth-floor penthouse, he makes it personal, and the thread snaps—violently. With my hand around his neck, I feel alive for the first time in months.