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I'm a collector of dolls. All kinds of dolls. So beautiful and sexy, they become my art. So perfect and flawless, my art galleries are flooded by the wealthy to gaze upon my possessions with envy. Normally I share my dolls for others to play with or watch on display. But not my special doll. No, not her. Ivy is the most precious doll of all. She's mine. All mine.

NYPD Detective Dom Carew can't forget the violent way his lover was killed in Afghanistan 15 years ago. The pain and trauma of her death still haunt him, and since then he hasn't let a woman under his skin. Until one incredible, hot and steamy night with stunning and sassy Daisy Fowler. Sexy, gorgeous, and hunky doesn't begin to describe Dom Carew, but Daisy's been burned by Dom before. A year ago, he bolted from her bed in the middle of the night without so much as a gee you were great in the sack, babe. Never laying eyes on his handsome face again is the plan.

Valetti crime family underboss Vincent Valetti is hot. Like...jaw dropping, lip biting, panty wetting kind of hot. Tall and muscular, with the kind of dominant, cocky attitude that makes a girl's knees go weak. He commands respect and fear from the familia, and he deserves it. He's earned it. As for women...they can have one night and the most amazing f--k of their life, but that's all they get.

Duncan Willis is sexy and confident, the kind of man every woman notices. You know, the one with the to-die-for body. And then there's the way his designer suits drape over his broad shoulders and big...well, we've all heard the rumors, the ones that say he's up for any challenge. Men like him don't notice women like me, and they don't date them. Until that one time that I catch him in a compromising position when I'm also in need of a last-minute date for a wedding...and then it's not a real one, simply a plus-one. It's blackmail.

At what age did I begin to question everything? Even I, Donavan Sherman, am unable to answer that question. As far back as I can recall, I saw the world not through the rose-colored glasses of others - the spectacles worn by those who see what surrounds them and are satisfied - but through vision hued by green. Life took me along a journey that didn’t sugar-coat the world; it opened my eyes to the true qualities of green - greed, illness, and envy.

An erotic novel of discipline, love, and surrender for the enjoyment of men and women. This sequel to The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, the first of Anne Rice's elegantly written volumes of erotica, continues her explicit, teasing exploration of the psychology of human desire. Now Beauty, having...

You like to think you're different, special somehow. But trust me, I'll have you wet and begging for it before you can think of all those bullshit, good-girl reasons why not. I'm your darkest secret. Your dirtiest fantasy. Who am I? The Seducer. And I've never lost a case. Until her. Keely Fawes. My mysterious new target.

Once upon a time...I dreamed of growing up and being just like her. I dreamed of having an adoring husband, two kids, and a beautiful home where my family would come together and enjoy all of our happy ever afters. But fate had other plans. My road wasn't easy, it was heartbreaking, and she was there, in the distance, silently supporting me. When all the angst, all the pain, worked its way out, she was there too, but not how she'd always promised, she was there from an unbridgeable distance.

I always get what I want. Until now. The club has been infiltrated. There’s a cop who knows too much. And it’s my job as president to clean up this sh-t. I can’t afford any distractions. But when Hayley slams into my bike, she’s all I think about. Her thick curves make me want to take her for a ride. She quickly becomes the stress relief that I need. However, the closer we get, the more questions about the club she has.

My life is one long fevered dream, balancing between being killed or killing. The name Harley Crow is one to be feared. I am an assassin. A killer. The villain. I own it. I choose this life. Hell, I crave it. I hunger for it. The smell of fear makes me hard and is the very reason the blood runs through my veins. Until I meet her… Marlowe Masters. Her darkness matches my own. In my twisted world of dancing along the jagged edge of the blade… She changes everything. No weapon can protect me from the kind of death she will ultimately deliver.

Noa was trampled and nearly killed by hundreds of horny female fans at a concert of a band she didn't even like, but Alden, the bad boy lead singer of the band, saved her from the trampling tramps. Alden is used to getting what he wants, especially women, but Noa can't stand the cocky, pelvic thrusting rock star.

Award-winning erotica and romance writer Radclyffe explores the outer reaches of desire and the shifting gender terrain beyond butch-femme: an initiate tests her limits in a men’s leather bar, a construction worker gets a special treat during her noon break, a porn star tells…and shows…all, a femme instructs her straight girlfriends in the fine art of fellatio, and 20 more radically erotic encounters.

The Five Families thought the war was over. They have no idea, I'm the very beginning. I kidnapped her to prove a point—at knife point, it seemed sharper that way. See what I did there? I used the perfect virginal daughter from one of the most powerful Families in the Cosa Nostra to fix the broken pieces, knowing that in the process—I'd spread hers for the world to see. I would embarrass her, shame her, use her, but I would never touch her…my one and only vow to her father in exchange for his allegiance.

When the secrets of Donovan’s past sins are revealed, his and Julia’s snow globe is threatened. With both personal and business endeavors at stake, he and Julia are forced to face the threats and dangers head-on, recognizing that villains don’t always lurk in the shadows and allies come from the most unexpected of places. Who will be left standing when the final curtain falls? Will what started on a dark snowy night survive the sun’s light? Don’t miss a second of the much-anticipated conclusion to the Sin Series.

As a former professional baseball star, I'm thrown a curveball when my estranged teenage daughter lands on my doorstep during her senior year. Fresh into retirement and back in my small hometown of Blueball, I'm striking out at parenthood and desperate for coaching. Enter Shae Fletcher—once the girl next door I protected, now my daughter's sharp-tongued volleyball coach who seems to have a personal vendetta against me. Heated exchanges mask an undeniable chemistry that eventually ignites into secret late-night encounters.

Sexy, mysterious, with secrets hiding in the darkest of shadows, Donovan Sherman has stopped at nothing to achieve success. No one was immune. One snowy night, his world and his life changed when he found Julia McGrath at the side of the road. Finders keepers. With Julia’s happiness as his new goal, he must keep his past hidden. Unfortunately, the casualties he’s left in his wake are back to threaten the life and love he never thought he’d have.

The day I buried my boyfriend, the Families replaced him with the man who rejected me four years ago—Ace "Matchstick" De Lange. Cold. Calculated. Deadly. He has the bedside manner of a serial killer and the looks of a fallen angel. And now, he's my shadow, ensuring I don't end up in the grave beside the man who died for me. I despise that I'm the one left behind. I loathe how Ace provokes me, pulling me from the abyss of my sorrow. But most of all, I hate that the only piece I have left of my dead boyfriend is something others would kill to possess.

The Real Shark's Tank is a deft mix of the author's dates and research about online dating. Find out which websites have the least men, if more men or women lie while online dating, and if you're less likely to marry while you online date. L.V. Krause breezily exposes why online dating is so frustrating for so many women, from the weight online dating men prefer (anorexic), to the age most men prefer (10 years younger), to whether relationships that start online break up more often than those that start offline (they do).

Regret, she's a snarky little bitch. I've tried several times to regret the events that took place on June 5, 2008, but for the life of me, I can't. I'd never regret the pain, the suffering, or the heartache because they ultimately led me to the place I am in now. And I can't regret the place I am in now. What I still can't figure out is this: How is it possible that the single worst day of my life inadvertently became the very best day? Five years ago my life was irrevocably changed. Seventeen minutes was all it took to lose my best friend, to lose the love of my life.

When’s the last time you had an orgasm? If you’re in the vagina owner’s club, you may well answer: way too damn long! Studies show that only 65 percent of straight women climax during sex (versus 95 percent of men). And regardless of orientation, the unfortunate truth is: For those of us with vaginas, climaxing isn’t guaranteed. No more! Are You Coming? invites everyone with a vagina to take their sex life to the next level.