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If this feisty little human hadn't tried to blow one of our heads off before we even caught her scent, we might have been a little bit gentle when we mounted and rutted her for the first time. But now our naughty mate is going to have to earn our seed before she's bred. We're going to hunt her down, tear off her clothes, and teach her what happens to bad girls. Then we're going to make her come so hard she begs for our knots.

Rich girl, poor boy. It was the oldest story. Yet it was ours. I knew Penelope was different the moment I laid eyes on her. But all she wanted was to be friends-with-benefits. My best friend told me not to mess around with the new girl. He didn’t say anything about marrying her. Or what might happen if we broke our vows.

Their names are whispers in the hallways. Hunter, Ash, Ledger, and Samson. The Kings. Four of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen, with cruel agendas and an even crueler reign over Ravenwood Academy. Wreaking havoc in our small, New England town, no one asks questions. For the most part, people ignore or avoid them. After all, they’re royalty here. Because one of them - the cruelest one - is the headmaster’s son. And my new stepbrother. They can try to torment me. They can try to break me. But they have no idea what I’ve endured.

The first time I met Noah Parker, he asked if I was an escort. Apparently when you’re a billionaire sports agent, finding strange half-naked women in your hotel room is…normal? That didn’t stop me launching a stiletto at him. He’s fine—good reflexes. Still, he walked into my hotel room—claiming it's his—and has no plans on leaving. Neither do I. Which is how I end up sharing a bed with Mr. Jerk. Platonically…more or less. Nothing happened, I just might have had a few naughty thoughts and some very pleasant dreams. He’s hot, all right? A hot jerk.

USA Today bestselling author Hope Ford brings you a steamy cowboy romance about forbidden love and the lengths a cowboy will go to for the woman he loves.

In a fight for survival, their love may be the most dangerous weapon of all. Whispers of the White Witch have spread through Solstyr like wildfire, and as Katya's infamy grows, so does the king's fury. Signs calling for her arrest plaster the walls of every city, village, and outpost, fueling the nation's fear. Even the Ümbrian slaves she helped rescue now look at her with distrustful eyes.

There are things Micah knows about himself: he loves hard, he loves fast, and he’s always a bit too much. And his life has done nothing but prove him right, until a man shows up at the bar where he’s working and offers him more than just a new job - he offers him a family. Micah settles in in Fairfield, Colorado as Irons and Works’ newest tattoo artist, happy and only a little jealous of all these men who found their happily ever afters.

Missing his dominant hand and half his face covered in scars, Miguel Ruiz can kiss his dreams of a happy future goodbye. He resigns himself to a life of servitude in a badly run club until one day, a tattoo artist in a random bar sees both talent and a future in the scarred artist. He makes an offer Miguel would be a fool to turn down, and Miguel decides it’s finally time to start living for himself, even with the 10 tons of baggage he’s carrying on his shoulders.

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.

Every time Smokey stares at the President patch on his cut, he feels like an imposter. After all, that was not the life he was supposed to lead. In his former club, he did what they asked, when they asked, and that was enough for him. But 30 years later and the fate of the Broken Chains resting on his shoulders, all eyes were on him.

I’m not going to let him hurt me again.... Once upon a time Shayne and I were a thing...a secret thing. Seven years later we’re still the only ones that know. And it all when up in flames when Shayne decided I was good enough to have behind closed doors, but not good enough to be on his arm. His hurtful words and actions tore me apart and ruined my self-confidence for years. I’m not the type to hold grudges, but I can’t forgive him. No matter how much it seems like he’s changed.

As a lowly cousin and the only female offspring in the Torrio mafia family, Luciana is just the bargaining chip her uncle needs to make an alliance with the Bilotti family. Luciana is terrified of essentially being sold off to a mafia boss, especially one as cruel as Romero, but there’s no saying no in her world.

I, Ashley Jane Moore, am a glorious disaster. Listen, I like myself, but the men in my life typically don’t. Not my dad and certainly not my manipulative ex. The one exception is my best friend, Rusty. He’s the ultimate farm-boy-next-door, and he has a way of making me feel less disaster, more glorious. We’d be perfect for each other if it weren’t for two things: he friend-zoned me instantly, and I only seem to go for jerks.

Harleigh Wren Maguire is broken. At least, that’s what it feels like, a puzzle whose pieces no longer fit right. She knows one thing, though: Never trust your heart. It won’t lead you right, it’ll trick you. Betray you. And in the end, it’ll kill you. Phoenix Wilder is angry. At least, that’s what it feels like, eating him up inside. He knows one thing, though: Never trust your heart. It won’t fix things, it’ll break them. Taint them. And in the end, it’ll destroy them.

Swiping right, while looking for a one night stand, I met the perfect man. Tristan Evans, a handsome, rich, and charming club owner who also happens to be an absolute god in the bedroom. Intrigued by his lifestyle, and blinded by his charm, I waste no time accepting his proposition. In exchange for a few favors, he'll train me to be the perfect submissive.

The night Kicks woke in the hospital with fresh scars and a missing eye was the night he promised he would never, ever let himself be vulnerable again. And as the Road Captain of the Broken Chains MC, he managed to keep that vow for five long years. But the universe has different plans for the biker when his President sends him on a mission to escort the rabbi, Jude Burns, who is now under the protection of their club. Kicks doesn’t want a babysitting job, but he’s not sure what to think when he’s faced with a mouthy, stubborn man who seems far more sinner than saint.

I've had a crush on my best friend, Alex Mendoza, for years, and I was finally going to tell him how I felt. But instead, I got cold feet. And now he thinks I'm interested in his teammate—my ex. Of course, being the good friend he is, Alex has offered to make my ex jealous. What's wrong with a little play flirting? Well, for starters, I'm not playing.

Harleigh and Nix will have to figure out what they want and what they’re willing to sacrifice before they can chase their dreams of a better life. Because sometimes love isn’t enough. And the promises they made could end up nothing more than bittersweet memories.

I’ve officially screwed the pooch. Not literally, because that would be disgusting. But I did break one of the cardinal rules of bro code, which is equally appalling. You see, I fell for my best friend’s sister, after he explicitly forbid me to go near her.

Nine months ago, I hooked up with the funniest, hottest, most amazing woman. It was supposed to be a vacation fling. She'd broken up with her ex. I don't do commitment. I was totally cool with "what happens in the skiing lodge, stays in the skiing lodge." And damn, did a lot happen. All over the place. In all kinds of positions. Over and over again. I was stupid to agree to her rules. Stupid to let her go. Then I see her walking down the fairy-lit street, a couple of weeks before Christmas. Our eyes meet and the chemistry is still hot enough to melt snow.