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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.

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.

I tried everything to get his attention, but I invited in a monster. After facing a threat to my life, I found myself kidnapped and locked away by the skeleton crew’s enforcer. Connor is feared. Respected. And obsessed with me. He controls everything, right down to my pleasure. His rules dictate what I can and can’t touch. When I can and can’t wear clothes. What’s strange is how happy I am. From the outside, my old life appeared perfect, but my father’s iron grip had suffocated me. Now, in the hands of my captor, I can finally breathe.

Allyson Jones made her foster mother a deathbed promise. She would find out what really happened to Ronnie in Afghanistan. Ally doesn't believe the army's reports about her foster brother's death, and she knows only one man can tell her what really happened - Macon Miles. Following him to Dallas, she gets a job working alongside him at Top, Sean Taggart's decadent new restaurant. She is sure Macon is hiding something about Ronnie's death, and she'll do whatever it takes to unravel the mystery.

Bristlebrook is up in smoke, my brutes are dead, and Sam’s camp is a powder keg begging for a flame. Injured and furious over their losses, the surviving hunters are preoccupied with their own problems. Their factions and allegiances. Their internal wars and pissing contests. The new world they want to forge. They don’t look twice at their meek little captive.

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.

I watched her. I knew I shouldn't. It was a mistake. Wrong. Forbidden. A glimpse of heaven before a depraved angel led me to hell. One email was all it would take to end the torture. A simple email, dropping Eden Wilder from my class and my life. But I couldn't do it. I was selfish—taking any bit of her I could.

Tainted. Dirty. Those are the words my family use to describe me. It doesn’t help that after my mother escaped them all years ago, she was tragically killed and I was returned back to them like a neat little package. My aunt hates me. My grandfather despises me. My life until now has been one of keeping my mouth shut and keeping my head down, praying no one sees me. And then he comes along. Conrad Blake. He’s confident, an egotistical arsehole but I’ll admit there is something attractive about him. He’s my aunt’s fiancé.

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.

Warned as a girl to keep her kisses to herself, Greer Galloway wants nothing to do with kisses—or love. Twice she's ignored the childhood warning and kissed a man, and both times ended in gutting, miserable heartbreak. Now she's sworn off all romance forever, determined to teach her classes and do her research and live out the rest of her days alone.

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.

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…

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.

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.

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.

This is Alabaster Penitentiary... Where they send you when the world thinks you're dead. And trust me, you'll wish you were. We're the stain on society. The freaks, the creeps, your favorite Netflix documentaries come to life. They lock us up and throw away the key, because we deserve it. But not me. I'm just a lowly bank robber. I don't belong here, surrounded by psychopaths and killers with no remorse... At least, I don't think I do.

His name is Embry Moore, and he serves at the pleasure of the President of the United States…for now. Embry has been many things. He's been a son and a stepbrother. An army captain and a vice president. But only with Ash is he a prince. Only with Ash and Greer does his world make sense. Only between them, his king and queen, can he find peace from the demons that haunt him and the battles he's fought inside himself.

The more she fights me, the more I want her. That beautiful, sassy mouth of hers makes me want to push her to her knees and dominate her. I'm a Russian arms dealer and she's an innocent college student who doesn't even know she belongs to me yet, but that will change when I yank those skimpy shorts down and spank her bright red. I will teach her not to show off what is mine. Then I will make her scream my name. I had no right to take her, but I dare you to try to take her from me.

The moment I saw her, I wanted her. I just didn't expect to want to keep her. But then she walked away. She should've known better. I'm not the kind of man you turn your back on. I'm ruthless, powerful and unforgiving. Something she'll soon find out. I will own her. Body and soul. Consume her while she begs for it. What started as one night will become forever. And I'll destroy anyone that gets in my way. Drew Matthews is mine.

The secret is out: I’m the prophesied scourge, and according to the Legacy Council, my quintet and I must be hunted down and destroyed immediately. With the size of the bounty they’ve put on our heads, there’s no telling who we can trust. Going on the run feels cowardly, but it’s necessary. We need time to regroup so I can move on to the next step of my plan to free the humans trapped in the Nether. We also have to figure out how I’m being mysteriously bound to each of my matches. It should be impossible, yet the more we bond against all odds, the more powerful I feel.