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I own you now. Desperate and alone, I strike a bargain with a mafia boss. I make myself available to him, he pays my bills. I’m his beck-and-call-girl. He’s my sugar daddy. Bobby Manghini owns me–that’s our arrangement. Giving myself to him is easy. He may be older, but he’s sinfully sexy. Skillful in bed.

American Naila Darwish always regretted calling off her engagement to the man she loved because he wasn’t successful enough for her family. Eight years later, she travels to England for her sister’s wedding and gets the shock of her life when she runs into Basil again. Overjoyed, she wonders if the fates have given her a second chance at love. But Basil Trevelyn is not the same carefree young man Naila rejected all those years ago. Having unexpectedly inherited a noble title, he is now the Earl of Hawksworth, one of England’s most sought-after bachelors.

Sheikh Jameel Saif-Ad-Din is in love. The problem is that he doesn't know the identity behind the fascinating hacker he only knows as Bugs. There are two things he does know: Bugs is a woman and she is going to be his one day. As the danger to his family increases, so does the information Bugs shares with him until she goes silent and his greatest fear becomes reality. His family's enemies have discovered her.

For Ilka Weissnix, everything is new. Having recently arrived in the United States, she is determined to escape the immigrant communities of New York and boards a train headed west to discover "the real America". She finds Carter Bayoux "sitting on a stool in a bar in the desert, across from the railroad."

One minute I'm mourning the sudden death of my father, and the next, I'm getting calls from a lawyer saying they need to read me my father's will. As far as I know, my father didn't have much to leave. Or so I thought. Everything topples down at once, the inheritance I'm left with and the truth about what my father did, but the biggest shock of all was finding out he'd married me off to a complete stranger without my consent. By the time I show up at my supposed husband's nightclub, I'm determined to leave with divorce papers signed, but nothing can prepare me for the man awaiting me.

No-nonsense executive Naomi Reyes can't believe she let her boss manipulate her into babysitting Donovan Taylor, the most insufferable creative director of all time. Worse, she'll be trapped on a private island with him, while a bevy of gorgeous models vie for a coveted chance to grace the cover of M-Class Magazine's inaugural Swimsuit Edition - and, if the office rumors are true, an equally coveted place in Donovan's bed.

Our relationship is complex. His ancestors took over my planet. I’m descended from the few who survived. To say we have issues is to put it mildly...He wants me off his warship and I’m more than happy to oblige. The ones who stay end up love-sick, bound to one of them for all time. I’m immune, luckily. Their sickness will never be mine. Except...I might be immune, but he’s not, and now the worst thing has happened. I’m panicking and out of time. My enemy is hunting, obsessed with one prey: Me. And somehow this might actually be fine...

One kiss. One little misstep. It completely changed everything. We're best friends, colleagues, the actor and the assistant. One little kiss shouldn't change that....

I've admired him from afar for years, until he shows his true colors. Dante Ortega has played guitar at the club I work at ever since I started. His band is famous in New York City. One night, I find out the gorgeous guitarist has a very dark secret. One moment I'm a bartender living a normal life. The next, I'm kidnapped by the man of my dreams. I'm a witness to a murder he committed. It turns out Dante is the leader of the cartel in New York.

State of my professional life: Brilliant, if counted in terms of sales of eight Poppy Cantwell children's books starring my often-confused blue hippo, Hazel; the very substantial proceeds from selling my Kiwi Adventures New Zealand glamping business; and any number of glossy magazine articles about my charmed existence. Of course, I couldn't seem to write or draw anymore, but that would pass. Surely.

I didn’t order the capture of the beautiful American she-wolf. I didn’t buy her from the traffickers. I didn’t even plan to claim her. But no male shifter could have withstood the test of a full moon and a locked room with Sedona, naked and shackled to the bed. I lost control, not only claiming her, but also marking her, and leaving her pregnant with my wolfpup.

Three best-selling sweet and steamy New Zealand rugby romances: Just This Once (Audie nominee in Romance, 2015), Just Good Friends, and Just for Now.

As a Black woman in a field with little diversity, Piper McKinney is determined to make her mark on the horse-racing world. Raised on a Thoroughbred farm in Kentucky, Piper’s dream is for her horse to win the prestigious Kentucky Derby. With the help of her best friend and trainer, Tucker Hale, she gains national attention, but must grapple with the complications that arise when a journalist delves into her past as a transracial adoptee.

A harmless kiss led to a fairy tale. Or so I thought. But unlike the happily-ever-afters you read about, my tale didn’t end with a wedding gown and roses. My fairy tale turned into a heartbreak. Inked in pain and sealed in tears. It almost cost me my life. And my family. He moved on as if nothing ever happened, while I was left to pick up the pieces. Now, he’s back and he wants me. To him, I’m a pawn to be used. Leverage. But I’m no longer his. I’m his brother’s betrothed.

Sylas is the planet’s most ruthless fighter, unmatched in the arena and feared by all who come up against him. Until he meets me. The abducted human forced into servitude and far from home. He growls ‘mine’ and I am claimed by a seven-foot wall of scars and sinew. There is more to Sylas than his chiselled good looks and proficiency with a sword. My proud gladiator is broken in more ways than I thought possible. And he won’t stop until I belong to him entirely, even if it means breaking his bonds with the arena.

You might be asking yourself how a guy like me ended up on a fashion reality TV show. You may also be asking why I agreed to be a designer’s apprentice with no intelligible sewing skills. Cake. Delicious, fluffy, flour-laden, sugary cake—the beginning of my downfall. If it weren’t for that cake, I’d have never bribed Mai Sakamoto for more. We’d have never developed a friendship. I wouldn’t know of her dreams to become a fashion designer. And I’d sure as hell would never have ended up on a reality TV show to help her chase those dreams.

Once upon a time, I fell for a dashing London restaurateur named Xavier. He left me with a broken heart... and a positive pregnancy test. Now, he's back in my life and determined to stay. He asks me just one question: will I move to London with him? As I enter Xavier's world, our differences couldn't be starker. He's tall, dashing, and practically royal. I'm short, bookish, and the definition of common. First comes love, then comes marriage. Yet all I've got are half-truths and masked secrets. If Xavier and I catch fire, the only thing left in the embers may be our deceptions.

When Primrose makes an unplanned detour into a dilapidated suburban golf course called Whistles, she has no idea that the past will come rushing back at her, bringing every detail of her life into stark focus. At 36, her marriage is teetering from illness and infidelity. A visit from her commanding brother-in-law looms ominously on the horizon. And by a twist of fate, Peter, the boy she loved twenty years ago, is now living across the street. Primrose cannot escape the increasing demands to make a choice.

I lived my life surrounded by luxuries, love, and attention. While at the mercy of lies, death, and deceit. I was tired of being just a pretty face. The woman who always had to prove her worth. When tragedy tears yet another gash in my heart, he was there to help mend my grief. But there was a mystery hidden behind those alluring diamond eyes. A whisper of ghosts and trauma from his past. Red flags I knew I shouldn’t ignore. Yet I couldn’t help the feelings blossoming within me or the fire that scorched my skin under his touch.

He was a vision of power and privilege. Ruthless arrogance personified. A total stranger and an irresistible challenge. I approached him in a busy casino and felt the sting of his brutal rejection. Then I did something incredibly brazen. Impulsive. Reckless. I stole from him. The object was inconsequential, only worth a handful of dollars. I didn’t do it for the money; it was about making a statement. I went back home thousands of miles away without giving him a second thought until I spotted those quicksilver eyes glaring at me across a busy nightclub.