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He thought I was his—that's what his emails indicated. He thought that because our families signed on the dotted line many years ago, it was a done deal. But I ran away from that life for a reason. Little did I know, he would find me. And he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Crue wanted me to be his wife. And all I wanted was him in my bed.

Savior or seducer. I am not sure which one he's playing at. He is forbidden, after all. I am married to a rockstar. Appearances must be upheld. But what does it mean when your marriage is breaking, and the dark, mysterious savior is offering you things you have never felt before? Do you say yes? Or do you say no? He owns a club that's specific to every person's desires. So the promises he is making might very well hold true.

I was destined to marry another man when I first met Dawson. He was charming, deadly, and everything my father hated. And I lived by my father's rule, which happens when he's a king of the underworld. That was until I managed to escape and somehow straight into the arms of the man who sells your desires for a living. Did I have a price? Or was he willing to share me for free?

When the king of the underworld wants you. You have no place to run. No matter how hard you try, no matter where you go. He will find you. It’s just a matter of do you want him to find you? Or do you want to run?

Hawke Ivanov is known to excel at two things: sex and violence. It's why I never took our fling seriously, accepting it with no strings attached. Except now, his mischievous ways have become all-consuming, and I'm his new obsession, especially after one night that changed everything between us. Hawke is using me to run away from his own demons, and when I realize it's not only a matter of our bodies but hearts as well, I tell him sweet little lies to keep him away. All I wanted was a good boy in my bed. The last thing I needed was a dangerous man carving his way into my heart.

Cunning, lethal, and resilient were just a few words men have used to describe Anya Ivanov. Others would use words that are far worse. The head of questionable auctions just so happens to have the eye of a very ruthless businessman, River Bently. River knew the moment he saw her, Anya was his. And he was more than patient to give her time to realize he was not going anywhere. Even if he was imposing on her territory, he was there to stay. The only way to spend time with Anya is if you have the money to pay for her company. He very much could.

Arlo is temptation wrapped in control—calculated, commanding, and utterly irresistible. He knows how to get inside people's heads… and once he's there, he never truly leaves. Desire, to him, is just another tool. One he wields flawlessly. Cora isn't looking to be claimed. She's built her life on independence, keeping her emotions tightly guarded and her heart off-limits. But from the moment Arlo's attention locks onto her, the air between them crackles with something forbidden—dark, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore.

I was supposed to expose him. Soren Nixon, the untouchable media mogul, the one who hides behind locked doors and whispered oaths. My job was simple. Uncover the truth behind The Forsaken Society. But nothing about him is simple. I found a man who is carved from control and sin, who spends his free time fighting in underground rings to feel something real. He's dangerous in ways I can't write about, intoxicating in ways I can't resist. Every secret pulls me deeper into his world. Every touch makes me forget my purpose.

My husband sold me. Not only did he sell me, but he told me he loved me while doing the deal. What lies he tells. Only fools believe him. Unfortunately, one of those fools was me.

He kidnapped me. That was how I met Atlas Hyde - a man known by many names and admired by all. But most don't know he’s ruthless, conniving, and always gets what he wants - no matter the cost. I was a good girl. Never in trouble with the law. Never took drugs. Always did precisely what was expected of me. Even with his hand around my throat and words that cut sharper than knives, I couldn't help but wonder what happened to this beautiful man to make him that way.

Kisses were covered with lies. Lies were covered with kisses. Hate turned into lust. And lust turned into fantasy. That’s what we were, a fantasy. Nothing more, nothing less. Now it’s time to move on. But how can you when your heart wants to stay stuck in the fantasy? When, even through all the lies and kisses, you still have lust?

The night I catch my husband cheating is the night I stop pretending. I don't cry. I don't scream. I don't get mad—I get even. So I bring home another man—a stranger with wicked eyes and a smile sharp enough to carve me open. I let him have me in the house I share with a liar. A moment of weakness? Maybe. A moment of revenge? Definitely. But he saw me—the darkness, the hunger, the parts my husband hated—and he wanted more.

I lie to one of the city's most ruthless men—and it feels so good. Deception is a drug, and I'm quickly becoming an addict. Each time we speak, Zuko has no idea it's me. The lie tastes sweet leaving my mouth. I couldn't stop now, even if I wanted to—which I don't. He thinks our conversations are more than just sex. He's wrong. The intimacy he feels is all a facade. Until the day an embodiment of my darkest fantasies walks into my bar, and his unmistakable voice sends a shiver down my spine. It turns out I'm not the one in control.

It started out as a hit. One bullet. One man. My orders are clear—get close to the mafia heir, Eli Monti, play with his head, and wait for the signal to end it. End him. I thought he would be my easiest mark yet. But somehow I'm the one being played. Eli always gets what he wants, and now, he wants me. His vengeful proposal isn't a request. It's a demand. When you play games with a man who's been mastering them all his life, you learn some new tricks. Top of the list: Find the best way to kill my fake fiancé.

Love had cut me in so many ways I wondered if my heart could take any more. But then I saw him. He was my boss. A single father. And to top it off he was insolent. I didn’t intend to want him, that wasn’t my objective. But somehow I couldn’t say no. We shouldn’t have worked, but like witchcraft, I was under his spell. My heart’s been destroyed before. I’m not sure it can handle heartbreak again.

I use my body to make men fall to their knees. I just wasn't expecting a man as powerful as my boss to fall for the act. Dutton Taylor is a man who is not used to hearing no. Good thing denying dangerous men just so happens to be my specialty. The past broke me, and I refuse to be tempted by promiscuous lies. I'll do whatever it takes to protect my son and the new life I've built for us. We should keep our distance. But my body doesn't get the memo… and neither does he.

Detective Braxton Hero should keep his distance from me. Even though I can't seem to stay away from him. Letting him get too close is a mistake. One I can't stop making. He sees me. The woman I pretend to be and the one behind the mask. And for the first time, I don't know which version is real. Even though I've spent my life in the shadows, I've never been conflicted about who I am… until he blurred the lines. The thought of him seeing my darkness does something to me. He makes me want things. Things I can't have. A life that isn't mine to take. A love built on lies.

Lucas: I was obsessed from the beginning. And once I have an obsession. It's best you don't get in my way. Chanel: I tried to stay away. He was the one who was whispered about on the streets. The viper that, once he had a taste, would hunt you down and collect you. And Lucas liked to collect things. One of those things was me.

If God created the perfect man he would closely resemble Creed—on the outside, that is. He’s as cavalier as they come. Unconcerned. Cold. Dismissive. I wonder if he has any feelings at all. And when his lips touch mine, everything goes black. He takes me into his world, and it’s the most magical thing I’ve ever experienced. And I’m sucked in time and time again. Like a moth to the flame, I am ready to be set alight.

It wasn’t meant to be this way—she shouldn’t have fallen for my brother and left me for him. But she did. And now I’m left to pick up the pieces of my shattered, broken heart. And to top it off, they want me to come to their wedding. Do they think I’m a pushover? Do they think of me as a joke? There’s one unexpected surprise though: Storm. She blew in just like one and makes the pain diminish. She’s exactly as her name describes her—she is a storm. A beautiful and powerful one. But not all things are meant to last.