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Luke Knight thinks he can own me, can hurry me into a wedding and then into his bed. He seems to know everything about me. But he’s missed the most important point - I’m dastardly. He thinks he’s my one and only? Not a chance. But I like his estate and all his money, so I’ll bide my time. I don’t obsess over his good looks and the way he makes me feel. Not a bit. Once he’s dead, I’ll be more than happy to be the grieving widow...on a yacht...in the Seychelles...drenched in diamonds. Cassandra truly believes I’m the bad guy in her world. She’s wrong.

Dirty Bad Things contains all three standalone audiobooks in the dirty, filthy, and oh-so-sweet Dirty Bad Things series. Hard Core, book 1: Trust me, I’m no porn star. But when the Moretti crime family comes calling to collect on a debt I owe, they want it in trade. Pretty Dirty, book 2: Heard the one about the filthy rich mob lawyer and the cam girl with the broken past? Yeah, me neither. Rough Stuff, book 3: Fiery red hair, sweet curves that that melt me, and a sass that makes my blood run hot. I’m supposed to be Quinn’s bodyguard.

When your dad is the head of the most notorious arcane crime family in the country, telling him no isn’t really in the cards. My rebellion has brought a war to our doorstep, and the last thing Savannah needs is my mob boss father in the mix. But if they find out my fiancé is dead? And the Alpha’s second killed him? Well, Theo’s bite won’t be able to save us.

Tara had read in books of people turning white with shock. At that moment, she found out what it felt like. All the blood left her head. There was a roaring in her ears, and her legs wobbled. He knows who I am. Which means he knows I'm on the run. Any chance of smoothly covering for her awkwardness had shot right out the window when she froze like a deer in the headlights at the sound of her real name. And now Sexy Sheriff was getting up. And up...

First, there was pain, and now, there is just...nothing. No one can ever understand the losses I've suffered. A solitary existence that consists of my work and the empty house that serves as a constant reminder of all I have lost. After months of paralyzing emptiness, I turn to the Wicked Horse so I can feel something. Anything, really. Any shred of emotion that will explain why I'm still here. Any justification for why my life was spared and theirs were not. It's all in vain. Until she walks in.

Camile Thompson loves three things: her best friends Kat and Abbie, planning events, and getting revenge. When she starts her dream job at the elite Long Beach Island Beach Club, she makes a pact with her besties: For the first time in ten years, she'll try to be more open and make friends. No cutting people off for minor infractions, no closing herself off, and absolutely no tests to prove loyalty.

Princess Eleanor has had it up to her royal eyeballs. She’s surrounded by suitable men, each more rude and obnoxious than the last. None of them are worthy of her heart—not to mention her virginity. So what’s a girl to do? Flee to Montana to stay with her brother, lay low, and avoid both the media and the men, that’s what. Liam Cunningham is the head of security in Montana for the royal family. For a man who has seen the worst of human nature in the Army, being in Cunningham Falls is a balm to his tattered soul. Princess Eleanor, on the other hand, is a royal pain in the butt.

I’d been in Curmudgeon Bakery for one of those lemon baby-Bundt cakes I’d been craving since I found out I was pregnant. The draw had nothing to do with the baker himself. Tall, tatted, and edgy, he looked more like a biker than a man who makes baked goods. I hardly knew him other than taking a tumble in a rainstorm in front of his shop... and then tossing myself at him after he rescued me. We shared a moment, but it’s not what you’d think. Months later, he delivered my baby among his cookies and cakes. Talk about a second chance encounter.

As the Vice President's daughter and his current assignment, Leya Singh is completely off-limits to Special Agent Holden Kent. He refuses to let his desire for the Painted Daisies singer and sitar player cost him the future he's worked his entire life to achieve. Not when his goal of working on the Presidential detail is finally within his grasp.

He put me together when I was broken. He loved me when I couldn’t stand on my own two feet. We fought for our freedom. But still, I feel incomplete. Piper Decker might own a piece of me. But Derek Hastings claimed me when I was broken.

Well, it seemed as my days as a data analyst were long behind me, it seemed feeding random people’s cats and baking cookies for work colleagues was too. What wasn’t behind me, however, was getting snatched by the mob or finding myself tied to yet another chair. But this time the mob had made a big mistake, because this time they weren't the scariest ones out there. No, but I knew who was. The one who had claimed me. The one who wanted me back. The one who was now out for blood. A Siren’s Enforcer.

That's what Max was to me. He took every one of my firsts before leaving me alone and brokenhearted while he went off to live the playboy life of a star hockey player. Now, six years later, he's asking for my help. With the possibility of a private video sitting in the wrong hands, he needs us to date, well, fake date, to keep his reputation clean. But can I help him? Even if it means risking my heart a second time?

One date with the wrong man is all it takes to open my eyes. I’m in love with Grayson Bennett. My best friend. My confidant. My protector. The man who treats my son like his own. And for one brief moment, things are perfect. We’ve taken our friendship to the next level. My photography business is booming, and not even a disgruntled colleague-turned-competitor can dampen our bright future together… Until a visit from my ex turns our world into a nightmare.

After being dumped and losing my job the same week, the last thing my broken heart needs is a rebound. I'm escaping across the country to help my perfect sister plan her dream wedding, and to prove to both of us everything is under control. But a combination of tequila and turbulence on the flight there lead to word-vomiting all my troubles to the huge and handsome stranger in the first-class seat next to mine.

Brinley Snow has moved into her dream home. It's everything she's wanted and more, although she faces a mountain of renovation work. Luckily, it came with the bonus of a sexier-than-sin neighbor. One sultry summer night, Brinley gathers up her courage and asks Jason to join her for dinner. They're instantly attracted to one another, but the evening quickly goes downhill when she ends up in the interrogation room of the local police. An unknown dead man had her address clutched in his hand.

Thomas Goldstone. A man of billion dollar deals in custom-tailored suits, he demands more than your best. He's scary. Driven. Haunted by inner demons that have taken him to the brink. But beneath the arrogant, controlling façade lies a heart of gold. It makes me want to solve him one growly, messy piece at a time. To be the only one who sees the truth of the man.

My life has been a series of duties—to the mafia, to my father, but never to myself. Aurora and I are a good match as far as mafia politics go, but she’s nothing I’ve ever wanted in a wife with her hard edges and being about as malleable as granite. Then there’s Sofia Moretti, my little sister’s best friend. I never looked at her with anything other than sisterly affection, until recently. Now she consumes my every thought. My every desire. Her innocence beckons me, and I yearn to be the one who taints it.

When Nova smashed her way into my hardened heart, she showed me there’s more to life than basketball. She taught me patience and forgiveness. With her help, my Kodiak teammates became brothers instead of rivals. For the first time, I cared about more than a game. But one mistake sent me crashing from all-star to rock bottom. Broken inside and out, there’s no one to blame but myself.

Writing down your dreams…that sounded pretty harmless right? Turned out, I was sort of good at it. Turned out, it made a good book. Because who knew you could make money from writing about the man of your dreams? Who knew it would pay to fantasize about a fictional character you had fallen in love with. But most of all, who knew that one day, a set of doors would open, and you would find out that he wasn't fictional at all...that he was real.

After leaving her cheating husband, Ellie is looking for a fresh start for her and her daughter. But after moving into one of her father's apartments to get back on her feet, her plan goes out the window after a run-in with her neighbor, hockey heartthrob Trevor Adams.