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Being forced to mate with a Darvasson male is my greatest fear. The powerful aliens already took my sister, and the thought of leaving my widowed mother all alone breaks my heart. But the Darvassons are helping ensure the survival of humankind, and they expect compensation.

They say I'm jealous. Possessive. Obsessed. I say I know what I want, and I want her. She'll be my submissive. My property. I'll teach her what it means to submit. I'll show her what it means to obey. So I hire her for a job. To be my accomplice. We'll pull off the biggest heist known to Corsica. They say money doesn't buy love… But it can buy her.

Betrothed to a wealthy human Founder, Mandy is relieved she won't be forced to mate with one of the Darrvason aliens who are helping her people, unlike most of her peers. But then the unthinkable happens. A huge alien named Kameer takes a liking to her, and her fiancé mysteriously dies. After Kameer, a renowned Darrvason engineer, is assigned to make repairs on the human worldship, he encounters an enchantingly beautiful female called Mandy.

Three years ago, I drove down a dark country road, ran out of gas, and then tasered a hot farmer. Now, that farmer is my fake fiancé. Hunter Harlow is my #1 enemy. We're as compatible as glitter and mud. He's frustrating, cocky, and grumpy. He also definitely still holds a grudge about that silly little tasering thing… Unfortunately for both of us, I tell my ex-husband I'm dating him. Hunter has every reason to back out of this ruse, but he's determined to protect me. We put strict rules in place; now we just have to follow them. Should be easy, right? Wrong.

Roxy Quinn - tattooed goddess, daughter of punk rockers, and general beautiful badass - thought she’d never see Edward Cavendish III again. The wealthy British hotelier wandered into her dingy New York City tattoo parlor, a little drunk and a lot brokenhearted. And very, very charming. After a night of panty-disintegrating passion, Roxy sends him on his way. She has zero time to pursue the suit-wearing sex god. Not when her business is failing. Not when her employees are counting on her.

Sex is my escape. I'll do anything to keep it that way. No one knows my little secret. No one knows the real identity of the woman behind the webcam. By day, I'm Valencia—the sassy social media manager for the Colorado Yetis professional hockey team. By night, I'm Ruby Dix—my masked alter ego. It's the best of both worlds, as long as my two identities don't cross. But those worlds collide when the grumpy veteran hockey player and the charismatic rookie grab my attention online… And then at work.

Within moments of being given as a mate to three fearsome shifters, Lexie was stripped bare, spanked for her defiance, and then brought to a shameful climax with their whole village watching. But as she's carried off with her punished ass still sore inside and out, it's not what these savage beasts did to her in public that's on her mind. It's what they're going to do to her once they have her all to themselves.

No one knows the real me. The ruined girl. The scarred woman. Not even Sebastian knows how many broken pieces I have to keep together. But he does. The stranger who doesn't pry or care about my past. The masked man who helps me escape my troubled mind by taking me down a forbidden path. A dark path. Just when I think my life can't get any more complicated, I meet Gabriel King. My future father-in-law. That's when a truly twisted journey begins, and the consequences are darker than I ever imagined.

There were other ways I could've spent my summer, but my sister's stepson needed a swift kick in the rear, and she thought I was the perfect man for the job. I'm no brat tamer, so being saddled with one wasn't my idea of a good time, but I can see the appeal when my… less-than-conventional methods prove fruitful.

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.

When Lillith Harper saves the life of the deadliest member of the Hellfyre Motorcycle Club, his appreciation quickly turns to obsession. The main problem? It's not entirely unwelcome, even when people around her start to turn up missing. Or worse—dead.

I left behind my family, my friends, and everything I've ever known for a chance at a new life–one where I wouldn't be under the strict, oppressive rules of the church. But now, I'm barely surviving in the harsh Chicago winter, living out of my car and saving every penny I can in hopes of making a better life for myself. So when a stranger saves me from certain danger and offers me a place to stay, I can't say no, even if he exemplifies everything I've always been told to avoid.

I'm her best friend's older brother. When this feisty little thing pissed off a rival mob boss, I should have felt like a bastard for stripping her bare, spanking her ass red, and then teaching her how a good girl thanks a man like me for his protection. But she was soaking wet and ready for me when I bent her over and took her exactly the way she needed to be taken. Because whether she likes it or not, she's always been mine. And she always will be.

Juliet Bettencourt flees her gilded prison—and an abusive fiancé who hungers to break more than her spirit. Disappearing into Texas' sun-scorched badlands as "Julia Harris," she finds uneasy refuge in Dairyville: a town of roaring motorcycles and secrets guarded by leather-clad wolves. Among them is Liam "Bronc" Baucaum—hardened president of Iron Valor MC, ex-Special Forces beast, and alpha of a shifter pack whose molten gaze strips her lies bare…and awakens desires hotter than betrayal.

Homeless and nearly destitute, I find myself standing on stage in a brothel, where I'm sold to the highest bidder. The winner, a massive half-orc named Knot Thazurok, happens to be a former priest and a former love interest of mine, but I soon discover he expects to get his money's worth. After the male's dominant claiming leaves me breathless, he shocks me with a marriage proposal, which I promptly decline. A fallen maiden has no business becoming a priest's wife, and besides, I have plans to leave the island far behind one day.

When I threw Riley Murphy over my shoulder and carried her off after killing the bastard who dared to touch her, I swore to myself that I was only bringing her home with me to keep her safe. She's an eighteen-year-old orphan who deserves a man who'll tell her she's his good girl. Not a ruthless Bratva boss who'll make her scream for him before he's even inside her. But the moment I pulled her cute little panties down for a much-needed spanking and found her soaking wet, I knew I'd be taking her innocence in the same bed I tucked her into last night.

They met under the guise of a masquerade—their faces hidden—and yet they felt seen for the very first time. Eager to learn more about her darkest desires, Freya throws caution to the wind, attending Club Venom's masquerade ball with her best friend, never anticipating how her life would change. She's always known there's something different about her, but she's never given in to her wildest fantasies… until now.

Savannah is beautiful. Brilliant. Brighter than a ray of sunshine. She's also way too young for me and practically family. But she's in trouble. When she witnesses a murder at the hands of a rival mafia, Savannah flees to the only safe refuge she knows—my family. My life is ordered. Careful. Disciplined. But when Savannah needs protection, I can't turn her away.

I don't mess with vanilla girls. Especially not ones as innocent as Talia. But when a snowstorm traps us at Club Protocol, I break my own rules. It's supposed to be simple revenge against my college rival. But her eager innocence stirs my dominant nature, and I can't resist inviting her into my world of kink and ecstasy. The way she blossoms under my command stirs up feelings I'm not used to, and revenge is a distant memory.

I should have known he was a monster when I betrayed him. I should have realized that in the ruthless world of the mafia, my actions would be met with punishment. But I fell for the wounded bad boy who knew just what I craved. Now, I am his possession, and he's determined to make me pay for my sins… On my knees. Bent over his desk. Tied to his bed. I shouldn't want this—shouldn't want him—yet part of me yearns to submit to his dark, depraved demands.