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When Sascha heads for a job interview, she has no idea that her life is about to change. There's more at stake than just a job here. With five sexy geniuses as her new bosses, she has two choices. Keep things platonic, or make things a bit more interesting. But when she does decide to be more than just a housekeeper to her sexy new employers, she triggers events she could never have foreseen. With five men to protect her, she should be safe, but there's an outside threat that has the potential to destroy them.

When my father tries to force me to marry one of his cronies, I run away to my half-brother's home. He's the black sheep of the family, a biker, not an Irish mobster. At the Satan's Sinners' MC compound, I find more than I bargained for. Not my brother, ironically, but a man who gives a whole other meaning to "white knight." He's dark and mysterious, a seeker of answers and a finder of truths. Even better? He offers me an out, a shotgun wedding in Vegas.

I’m a curvy sports geek. Liam’s a hockey god. He’s way out of my league… My brother’s best friend is acting really weird. Flowers keep showing up. He sends me Cameos and concert tickets. Then, there’s the job offer… Well, first, there was the fact that he tracked me down to NYC. It’s really complicated, okay? But so are my feelings for him. I’ve been ignoring them for so long that they became a wall I’m comfortable hiding behind.

I friend-zoned Hunter Lachlan because I thought he could never give me what I needed. After a decade of pushing him away, I don't recognize Las Vegas' new Don. Maybe my childhood best friend knew me better than I ever realized.... And maybe, just maybe, he's the one man for whom I'll kneel.

He’s rough. He’s ready. I’m neither. I’m a sacrificial lamb just waiting to be slaughtered. A socialite spawned by a sadist whose life’s work is to cause misery in others. My life is a prison cell, until he helps me find the key. He’s not as dark or as dirty as they say he is. His roughness stirs something in me. Something primal. Something no socialite should crave. He’s a brother in an MC, a world that should be alien to me but somehow, it’s my first real home.

I inherited Las Vegas. It's mine even if I never wanted it. I may be the Don of the Camorra, but every leader needs a Consigliere, and the only one I want belongs to the New York Sicilian Mafia. Aurora Valentini hasn't spoken to me in a decade, and I'm tired of waiting. It's time to claim what's mine. Whether she's ready or not.

He was my first crush. My first love. But he broke my heart. He tore us apart so brutally that an ocean, never mind a state line, wasn’t enough distance between us. But for all he ruined me, I still love him. Despite the women and the lies, it never died, but that didn’t mean I’d take his BS and roll over for him.

The second our eyes meet, I feel it. The ticking clock. It's only a matter of time before we come together. Before the heat that arcs between us turns into a conflagration. But he's a mobster. An O’Donnelly. His notoriety is legendary. I'm a journalist. I expose men like him, which is how I built my reputation.

I'm nothing like my father. My brothers don't realize I'm a thousand times worse. Grief fuels my every action. Vengeance burns through my veins, dictating every decision I make. I'll shatter allegiances to please him. I'm nothing like my father. You don't realize that I'm a thousand times worse. I have Savannah at my side—a ruthless partner capable of raining hellfire upon her enemies—until she realizes I lied to her.... My house of cards is tumbling down, and I've underestimated my queen.

I sit on a throne of sins. Silent in the shadows, untouchable like the King of the Underworld himself. Few even know the sound of my voice, but those who fear me call me Monster. My men just call me Pakhan. To her, I am Nikolai. Her savior. Her captor. Her lover. With hair as bright as the sun, a face that could sink a thousand ships, and more curves than I can handle, Cassiopeia. Is. Everything. But she’s in danger. And safety comes with a price tag.

Rachel always thought I was wasting my life on the Sinners, but being Prez is all I've ever wanted to be. When she tore us apart on her journey to become someone, I let her go. I made sacrifices for her because I knew why she had to prove herself. I just didn't realize that would involve freezing me out for years. Now, she's the best criminal attorney in the Tri-state area, and I'm still Prez—only my world is falling apart.

In my world, women are property. Made to be owned. Born for one reason - to be tied to a powerful man, to bear the next generation. That reason is why I don’t want to be married. But women aren’t the only ones with zero say in their lives.... And my bride? Bratva scum.

With the whole world knowing about her unusual household of seven – can't forget Tin – and everyone wanting a piece of her and her men, Veronia is an unanticipated haven. Within the confines of that kingdom, Sascha can come to terms with the new status quo, something she actually appreciates. Now, she can slap the cow who dares ogle Sawyer while he's jogging. And that actress who had her paws on Kurt? Yup, no more. Sascha's staked her claim.

He’s a manwhore. The first time I see him, he’s wiping another woman’s juices off his mouth. He should repel me. Instead, he’s a challenge. A game I want to win. It starts off as just sex. What else would he be good for? But we both catch feelings. Then, somehow, the sex becomes something more. And then I lose everything.

He’s dark. Dirty. Dangerous. A brother in my dad’s MC. Everything Mom told me to avoid. Everything I shouldn’t want. But his dark, his dirty, and his dangerous are like catnip to me. He stirs fear into the hearts of men, but I hear his rage. I feel it like it’s my own. He’s a killer. Shameless. Some might even call him a psycho. I just call him soul mate. We were born to raise hell together.

They're hers to keep, and she's theirs to cherish, but sometimes, that just isn't enough. Thanks to one small accident that changed everything, Sascha's life is on the brink of implosion. She has her men at her back, but when one of her lovers decides to go rogue, it could ultimately destroy their relationship.She's always has their hearts, but what about their heads? That they cherish her was never in doubt, but can Sascha's men can give her what she needs? With their world in flux, she'll need a lot more than cherishing.

Mia's a curvy, nerdy cam girl. I’m a professional hockey player who just got traded to the New York Stars. She's also the best one-night stand I’ve ever had and I sure wouldn’t mind making her a permanent fixture in my life. But we have a problem—she betrayed a mutual friend and I just can’t get past that. Yet, every single J/P gene in my body roars to life when I find my baby brother paying to watch her on a cam-girl site.

She was an assignment: a selfish brat who'd run away from home and who’d found refuge in an MC, a spoiled pain in my ass that I had to bring back to Daddy. Only—Isabelle is nothing like the picture my initial research painted. Yes, she's a brat. Yes, she's insecure. And yes, she's a Disciple…sort of. But she's so much more than that. So broken, yet so hopeful. So lost, yet so eager to be found.

Caelum: an Academy built to protect people like Eve. Who they can't protect her from? Its own student body. The threat of death isn't new to Eve, but when she's given the chance to escape her past, she prays her future will be brighter. How wrong she is. Raised in a cult, Eve has no understanding of the modern world. Targeted as a freak, a Pack of boys take her under their wing but one among them recognizes Eve for what she is. Trouble. And a threat.

She captivates me the second I lay eyes on her. Everything about her is pure, delicate beauty, and in my world, those things are commodities. Even Aoife can be bought and sold. Even Aoife has secrets that will see her getting into bed with the Irish Mob to protect. The truth won't set her free, it will entangle her deeper in my web. Exactly where I want her. One taste was all it took. She's mine. Whether she likes it or not.