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Icy, aloof professor Vivienne Carter is too busy working and raising her teenage niece to have time for a relationship. When she discovers a business card for mysterious Selene, a local dominatrix, Vivienne is intrigued. Why not get her itch scratched? No feelings need be involved. But then she discovers her alluring dominatrix is actually the bossy new principal at her niece's high school.

I’m the Mafia princess Nolan O’Malley hates to love. The moment we collide, he wants to destroy me. He should. My blood is that of his arch enemy. I’m unsure if the war raging inside him or me is stronger. Instead of running away or ending me, he keeps me close. He watches my every move, and monitors each threat my estranged family delivers to me. The close quarters we share only get smaller until there is no more distance between us. Yet I still am who I am.

Whether in the court room or the bedroom, my reputation is well-earned. I'm either working hard, working out, or working my way into some woman's panties. Problem is, none of them share my particular kink, and I end up walking away unsatisfied. Until I meet her. She's a friend of a friend, which makes her off-limits until temptation takes me by the balls and I'm taking her up against a wall.

He was dirty, then he was bad, now he's just plain wild. Like all the men of Walker Security, when he fell for his woman, he fell hard. Some might call his love for Priscilla a weakness, but you might as well call her a weapon. You hurt her, vengeance is coming, and his name is Adrian.

The name's Jesy Gilchrest, and I'm nobody's fairy princess. I'm a cage fighter, pack leader, and all around badass Alpha Fae. They say I've got a little impulse control problem, and they're right about that. I robbed the Vampire King's castle, and it got me thrown into Poison Penitentiary, home of the most bloodthirsty creatures in the Magical Sect. A dark secret haunts this place, clinging to the air like a disease, and in here, everything goes bump in the night. I'm not worried though. Because I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid. I got caught for a reason.

Tyler Hawk is a man with secrets and a dark past. A man who has known tragedy and betrayal. He wants for little, but what he wants is more power, a legacy that is his own, and not his father's. There are obstacles in his way, one of which is the scandal his father left behind and a will with certain demands. Behind the scenes he is a man on edge, and only one woman sees the truth hidden beneath his strong will and dominant rule. Bella is somehow demanding and submissive, fiery and yet sweet. She can give him everything he wants, she just doesn't know it.

I was meant for more than teaching psychology at Blackmore University. I am the second son of the family's consigliere. They married me to a widow who quickly passed. My inheritance—her daughter. I admit that I have looked favorably upon her over the years. I admit that intentions have been less than noble. Now, she's at Blackmore. Away from the family's watchful eyes. Away from her uncles who see right through me. Away from everything that keeps us apart

She bats her eyelashes and pretends she's innocent, but I know the truth. The blood in her veins is made of mud, and I will purify it. Kaye Pennington is the daughter of the woman who ruined my life. Now, I will ruin hers. It's not fair; nothing in life ever is.

I found out that I was pregnant with his baby…then I found out that he was leaving me. The thought of it was unbearable. Holden was my brother’s best friend. Being with him was forbidden, and oh-so-wrong. My brother would have not been happy, to say the least. But that didn’t stop me from falling into bed with him, nor from giving him my heart. I spent sleepless nights thinking about him. Finding out that I was pregnant shocked me, but it was nothing compared to what I had to do after.

Becoming rich overnight led to a series of nightmares. But the three much older Navy SEALs that entered my life as a result were more like a fantasy come true. The electricity I feel with them makes me forget that the man who surprisingly left me an inheritance has been murdered... and I'm the prime suspect.

Prillon warrior Thomar Arcas is the royal heir to his ancestor's legacy of dishonor, betrayal, and death. When he was captured by the Hive, some on his home world cheered. Some sighed with relief. None shed a tear. Thomar, along with his second, Varin, break free and destroy an enemy base, barely escaping with their lives. They transport to The Colony, the last refuge for contaminated males. Upon arrival they suffer in agony, their cyborg implants fighting for control of the powerful warriors.

When I was sixteen, my only goal was convincing my best friend, Tammy, to be my girlfriend. But I messed it up… and then she got together with another guy. My heart was torn right out of my chest. Everything between us changed—I lost her. But now, after years of not seeing her, she's walking through my door with a kid on her hip and a desperate look on her face. "I don't know where else to go? Can we stay with you for a little while?" Of course, she can stay. It takes everything in me not to tell her to stay forever. Because even after all this time, she's still the one.

Noel Fitzwilliam is pitching the most important project of his life - the type of project architects dream of. Everything has to go right, so when he finds the new caterer naked in his office bathroom right before the meeting, he's torn between being thrilled and being extremely irritated. He doesn't have time for romance, no matter how incredible she looks without her clothes on.

I should’ve known better. Dating a bad boy biker could’ve only led to one thing: Heartbreak. But that wasn’t even the end of it. The entire ordeal also gave me a baby; one that I kept from him. Before you judge me, know that he was the one to walk away and move to another country.

A one-night stand is just what Olivia Jones needs to transition back into the dating world after a two-year hiatus. To hell with being prim and proper. It's not like she'll ever see him again. For just one night, she's going to shed her inhibitions and let this sexy-as-hell man bring all her fantasies to life.

I know something is wrong. Messed up. Completely off. And no one is paying attention. My BFFs went missing after beating the hottest new multiplayer game on the planet, Starfighter Training Academy. They won. They celebrated. They vanished. So what’s the girl left behind supposed to do? Beat the damn game, that’s what. Find out the truth, even if that includes being recruited to fight in an alien war, lusting after the hottest alien I’ve ever seen, and marching into a battle there’s little chance of winning.

The second was the night my mother told me she was marrying his father. I didn’t know his name then, but I do now: Hayes Ambrose. Captain of the swim team. Popular, gorgeous, the guy every girl wants, with a smile that’s hiding a million secrets.

Yeah, she's my buddy's little sister and every kind of off limits. She's frustrating, infuriating, chaos in motion. And she's my new roommate. There's no defense against this girl.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been the dark to my sister’s light - the awkward loner to her social butterfly. Growing up, she had it all: our parent’s unyielding approval, perfect grades, a permanent spot at the popular table, and the attention of the hottest guy ever - Duke Kincaid. After 18 years of living in her shadow, I couldn’t wait to escape - to finally be my own person. Yet here I am - back in my hometown, once again in Valorie’s shadow. Only now, it’s eternal.

When I left my sheltered haven, I never thought I’d end up at a gothic cathedral, training with immortals of all kinds to prepare for an epically dangerous journey. We need to go to hell and find the most powerful slayer of all time, who just happens to be the demonic brother of the half-god, half-incubus angel I’m dating. Well, I’m not sure if sharing searingly hot nights where he feeds on my pleasure and helps bring my abyssal powers to the surface counts as dating, exactly. But with the fate of the world in my hands, I don’t have much time to worry about it.