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When I met British billionaire Kabir Spencer at Splice London, he promised me an unforgettable night and nothing more. One night turned into a string of satisfying encounters, each one hotter than the last. As our dynamic evolved, Spence helped me explore a side of myself I didn’t know existed until the moment I uttered the words Yes, Sir.

Living alone on my family's ranch was supposed to be peaceful. But then the Hellstone triplets moved in next door, turning my world upside down. Keaton Hellstone, the playful tease, always has a mischievous grin that promises trouble. His passion and adventurous spirit keep me constantly on edge. Owen Hellstone, the aggressive and dominant one, commands attention with his raw, primal energy. Every encounter with him is a mix of fear and excitement. Gray Hellstone, the calm and authoritative mediator, knows how to read my every emotion.

Alice Monroe is a good person who is about to do a very bad thing. All my life, I had worked tirelessly to achieve perfection. Perfection was in my blood, and so was the art of dance. All that hard work had earned me my dream job as a professional dancer at the ripe age of twenty-four, the perfect boyfriend, and the naïve belief that perfection was built to last.

The only thing I’ve ever wanted was to get the hell out of Little Hope. Its small-town traditionalism is stifling, and there’s no way for ‘trailer trash’ like me to get ahead. But a few years ago, my fate was sealed, locking me in this place forever. The only shiny thing in town is Justin Attleborough, who’s put me at the top of his ‘hate-list’ for reasons that are beyond me, along with half the town. The more forbidden the fruit is, the sweeter it seems.

Air Force Combat Controller Derek Bollinger knows what it is to feel that every breath might be his last. Enduring hell in an enemy prison for five weeks taught him that. The only thing that got him through it was the thought of his family, his hometown of Oak Creek, Wyoming, and especially of Becky Mackay. He survived, but with blood on his hands. His own.

Some things are off-limits. My best friend’s little sister has always been one of those things. Years later, I can still hear his voice in my head telling me not to go there. The fact those warnings are coming from beyond the grave doesn’t help matters either. Especially when part of me is hellbent on ignoring him. The thing is, now that I’ve crossed that line, there’s no going back. Because Montana Baker is everything I’ve always wanted and can’t have.

My three neighbors are not just sexy billionaires—they're also single dads who know exactly what they want. And apparently, they all want me. The plan was simple: friendly neighbors and casual BBQs. But Chase, Bear, and Smith—three irresistible billionaire dads—had a different idea. A sultry BBQ under the stars quickly turns into an intoxicating mix of desire and danger. Chase pulls me into his orbit, Bear shields me with his strength, and Smith's games leave me gasping for air. Every laugh shared and glance exchanged fans the flames of a deeper connection, threatening to expose us.

I never imagined a dreaded gynaecology appointment would result in a fire-sparking connection hotter than the sun. Even in an office designed to torture women, the tension between the sinfully delicious stranger and me is so blistering that we spend the night together, twisted beneath silky sheets. Although disappointed to wake alone the following morning, I assume aching muscles will be the worst side effect of our night of sin. If only anything in my life was that simple.

No more running. It’s a promise I’m making to myself. It’s also the vow I’ve given to each of the four men who came together in my darkest time of need. Even when I was taken against my will and trapped in the confines of my own mind, unable to access my memories, they never gave up on me. When I see the way they look at me—and in some cases, the way they look at each oth

When the asteroid hits and the world falls apart, I'm seventeen, and my dad buys us a place in an underground bunker. We're supposed to be safe down there, but we're not. Gradually, I lose everything until all I have left is a bewildering relationship with a stoic, unknowable man. As one of the guards in the bunker, Grant has lurked in the background of my life for years, teaching me to defend myself, making sure I'm safe, and infuriating me by treating me like a sheltered princess in a tower. I don't even know if he likes me, even after we end up in bed together.

Maybe Jackson would be different if he were in love. If he were in a relationship. Or, if the world outside this room hadn't fallen into violent chaos, hadn't become a constant war we have no choice but to fight. Maybe he would take his time. Be softer. Gentler. Maybe he would smile or even laugh. Maybe I would be different too. Maybe I wouldn't need his hungry eyes and demanding hands in the dark. But this is how we are together every time. He's not my friend or my boyfriend, but sometimes I go to his room after the sun goes down. I need to.

This must be a mistake. There's no way the Goddess chose me to be a demon's bride. I barely have any magick, and certainly not enough to repair the bargain between witches and demons that's kept both our realms stable for centuries. But Eren is… nothing like I expected. Something about him calls to me. Tempts me. And he looks at me like no one else ever has—like I'm strong and worthy. Like he wants to keep me, cherish me… and sink those wicked, wicked fangs of his into me.

The King is dead, which makes Gray the true King. But his brother has set himself up on the throne, taking Gray's rightful place. Gray is a wanted criminal throughout the kingdom, so taking the throne back will require some creative thinking and a whole lot of help. Thank the gods that the latter isn't in short supply. After bonding with female entities known to the outside world as shades, he has been granted powers beyond those of mortal men. Increased speed, the ability to create duplicates of himself, as well as a magical sword crafted from godmetal—just to name a few.

My Irish family has spent years rescuing women trafficked by the Polish mafia. I’ve been a protector. A defender. Saved countless women. A twist of fate puts a woman from my past directly in my path. When I discover she’s in danger, I’ll destroy anyone in order to save her, too.

I want nothing to do with the Crescent Coven. I'm happy with my tea shop, my small magick, and my mundane life. Since the coven never wanted me, either, it's better this way. But when the High Priestess shows up on my doorstep and issues an ultimatum I can't refuse, I'm pulled right back into the coven's unending drama.

A complete collection of the four Vegas romances in the Drive Me Wild series. Including Ms. Fortune, Ms. Chief, Ms. Lead, and Ms. Take.

Gray has managed to become king of the realm. Many brides surround his throne, both human and otherwise. But he's yet to discover his true origin. The search to uncover his hidden past penetrates the very essence of both the Stillness and the supernatural creatures known as Shade.

I’ve tried to forget her. I’ve pushed her away in order to protect her from what I FEAR most. Making her a widow. But no matter how long it’s been since I’ve seen her face, no matter how many years go by without her touch, the second our paths cross again I'm an instant fiend needing my next fix. She's my kryptonite. My vice. The one thing that makes me secretly wish for tomorrows and forever after’s when all I've ever done is serve. Give without even a thought for my fellow man & country after seeing so many soldiers die by my side.

After the hell my ex put me through, I vowed never to give my heart away again. So, I filled my life with my horse, Nevada, and different bodies in my bed every night. Men. Women. It didn’t matter because my body was sated. Things were perfect, and I didn’t want it any other way…until him. He showed me how things could be different, and pineapples, I wanted it. But my past gets dug up from the depths of Hell, and everything falls apart. I thought we were meant to be, but I guess it wouldn’t be the first time I was wrong.

Outrider Noah Ericson isn't Mercy Atkins' idea of a hotel guest, but the bank pays cash—a week in advance—for their stagecoach shotgun. She worries about how long she can get away with not replacing the hotel's battered roof and she never turns away a paying guest—even if he holsters a loaded weapon. Mercy's husband Haman disappeared, and she hides a shameful secret, running a decent boarding house while caring for her young son and elderly father. Haman's vicious brother Jehu circles like a vulture, determined to lay claim to Haman's stake.