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Raylee Lexington Adams is my stepsister and the one woman in the world who can make my blood boil. She’s vindictive, a lot of crazy, and absolutely stunning. I hate everything about her except for when she’s on her knees begging me to use her as my own personal toy. We’ve been playing a game of cat and mouse for far too long. We have used each other for our own sick pleasure.

Gentlemen don’t look at engaged women the way Ras Sorrentino looks at me. Ras Sorrentino is the underboss of the most powerful clan in the Camorra. He’s also chaos and danger poured into a sleek Italian suit. The first time I met him, I thought he was there to kill me. The second time, I wanted to kill him. The third was in Ibiza, where I glared at him across the church as my sister married his boss. It’s not his sharp tongue or his taunting smirks that I hate the most. It’s his gaze.

When my BFF asks me to be her maid of honor, I’m, well, honored. Until she introduces me to the best man and I realize we’ve already met, just this morning when…wait for it…I accidentally spilled a cup of OJ all over his pristine designer suit. Not my finest hour, but he didn’t have to be a dick about it, either. And now—God help me—I’m forced to spend five days on a paradise island with a guy who’s the complete opposite of me. He’s bossy, a clean freak, and hates tardiness. I’m sassy, messy, and will turn up late to my own funeral. But if I dig real deep, there are some similarities.

Malakai Farrow needed a wife, and I would have done anything to save the last piece of my family. Now I'm here, in his house, seeing firsthand how dangerous this man is. He's merciless, brutal, and cold. And my new husband. He tossed my life into the air and then watched it fall and shatter. So now, I'm going to make his life hell. Playing with fire has never been this much fun. And if I get burned in the process? Well, I'll be sure to take him down with me.

The Anguis, a secret society of power-hungry individuals, have long controlled Port Macabre from their seat at Noire House: a place where the wealthy rub shoulders and chase hedonistic pleasures. However, behind the mansion's facade lies a poisonous, hidden underworld. I spent one night at their mercy. An invitation to their world that I couldn't deny turned out to be the key to bringing my darkest fantasies to life.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but I failed to divulge one little detail. I was a virgin. Bishop Bohanan was my first. Now he’s demanding to be my one and only. And he won’t take no for an answer.

I’ve spent my life putting others first. So when my father runs for New York City mayor—on a promise to take down the city’s most notorious crime family—I do what I always do: push my own dreams aside to help him win. Until I wind up at the wrong party. Trapped in a bedroom with Romolo Ferraro—the dangerous, merciless youngest son of the man my father has sworn to destroy. He terrifies me. He fascinates me. Six foot four and covered in tattoos, he’s everything I should avoid.

Thrown in a cage and stripped of my dignity, I was auctioned to the highest bidder, but I never imagined that I'd end my night in the home of Killian DeLorenzo—head of the Romanian Mafia and the most powerful man in the country.

Conner Wiseman was once my only friend—until a cruel accident made him forget me. All through high school, I watched him, the boy of my dreams, longing for him to see me standing there. Then, one night, he noticed me in a big way. But only for one night. For that, I hated him. So I decided to make him hate me back. Fast forward ten years, and now Conner is the city's most beloved football hero, while I'm known as the cold-blooded heiress to my father's criminal empire.

I'd spent my entire life voiceless. Ignored. Put to the side. All because I couldn't communicate with the humans that I was forced to be around. All because I wasn't surrounded by my kind. My parents subjected me to the worst type of loneliness because of their history—their hatred.

Eira Davies thought a bar napkin sketch of her best friend's handsome brother was harmless fun—until he caught her in the act. One steamy night later, Lucas McKinney was supposed to be nothing more than a fun memory.

Edwin Lyon is about twenty years older, several inches taller, and significantly richer. But that last part is no surprise. He is the CEO of the Lyons Club, after all. And I am so deep in debt that I couldn't see the surface if I tried. The kicker? He has no idea his new nightclub manager—yours truly—used to date his son.

Sawyer Kingston is an a**hole. The thing is, he’s got everyone fooled. To them, he’s the gorgeous billionaire who owns the hottest bar in the city. To me, he’s the cocky jerk whose favorite pastime has always been torturing me. The only thing we’ve ever agreed on is our mutual dislike for each other. But that was before I moved in next door to him, and we shockingly agreed on something else. There’s a fine line between love and hate. The problem is...I think I crossed that line.

Blake London, after finishing his cardiology fellowship, moves to Boston with a single hope: fix as many hearts as he possibly can… including his own. Considering the one woman he's ever loved—his best friend from medical school—got engaged to another man, he needs to move on. But that's easier said than done, and Delaney proves harder to escape than he expected.

Oli Hart is an omega superstar loved by many. We are a smaller band whose old lead singer is tearing us apart from the inside. When our label demotes us from our own headlining act to be her band, we are furious... until we meet her. We want to hate her, but she's too perfect. Oli is bright, positive, bubbly, and everything we could dream of in an omega. She doesn't have a malicious bone in her body and has advocated for us from the beginning. It should be perfect.

My plan was to visit my boyfriend back home in Crimson Ridge for the holidays. Except, my surprise trip, after shutting up my florist shop for the festive season, only ended up revealing the worst kind of betrayal. Now, I'm hiding from the guy I just caught cheating on me, while stranded with a flat tire and a snowstorm approaching. All it took was a slip of my thumb, a press of the wrong contact name in my phone. Instead of dialing my best friend for help, I accidentally called my life-long cowboy crush. My best friend's father.

Caitlin McCormick is used to doing as she pleases, but that's about to change. She's sitting on a bright red bottom because I promised her father I would look out for her. She's in my private jet on her way back to Boston with me because she needs something more—a daddy. One who will spank her when she's been naughty, then pin her to the wall and take what is his. What really makes her blush isn't that I didn't give her a choice. It's that we both know she didn't want one.

Juniper St. James has never met her half-sister before, yet she finds herself with an invitation to her lavish New York wedding. With only a handful of stressful weeks to go until the big event, Juniper wants a fake boyfriend, and she wants Julian's help getting his college roommate and hot NFL star, Noah, to play the role. Julian reluctantly goes along with the trade, but spending long, late nights working on his case with Juniper makes him realize how surprisingly well he can tolerate her company. Or more than tolerate.

I knocked up my sister's co-worker. And I didn't even know her name. I know. This sounds really bad, but listen, I can explain. To hockey fans, I'm known for my strength and skills on the ice. To women, I'm known for my talent and endurance in the bedroom.

Six months ago, I escaped from a monster in the dead of night, our five-year-old daughter asleep in my arms. Desperate and rapidly running out of cash, my luck finally turns when I land a bartending job at a swanky Los Angeles nightclub. The owner is difficult, moody, and relentless in his crusade for perfection. But it’s not hard work that scares me. It’s the burgeoning swell of desire that consumes me every time our eyes meet across the crowded dance floor. But if I’m damaged, he’s wrecked. The truth is, we can’t run from our pasts.