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He’s my best friend’s older brother, off limits and incredibly tempting. I shouldn’t peak into Brendon’s sketchbook, even if the tattoo artist is as brooding and stoic as the day is long. I can’t help myself. I peel it open, run my fingers along the paper, soak up every ounce of him. His drawings are as beautiful and bold as his dark eyes and his cocky smile. Only, there, on the third page - that’s no tattoo mockup. That’s me. Naked. Ready. Waiting in his bed.

First lesson of Wolf Ridge High: Dominate or submit. It’s a wolf-eat-wolf school, and those on the top–like my stepbrother–rule all. Those of us on the bottom? We try to fly under the radar.

Leighton is my best friend. My subordinate. My girlfriend. That's the story we're selling. To our co-workers. To our friends. To everyone who's anticipating the breakdown of the year at my ex's wedding. It's a terrible idea. Then Leighton slides her hands into my hair and presses her berry lips to mine. And all that wrong fades to right. I stop pretending. I forget the woman who broke my heart. I forget our rules. I forget I'll be lost without her. I kiss her back like I'll never get enough. I won't. But I can't risk losing my best friend. Even if she's the woman who might finally unlock my heart.

I’m keeping Chase Monroe in the friend zone. He’s doing everything possible to move me out of it. He's the living embodiment of the billionaire playboy—richer than God, sexy as sin, and charming as hell. With a full calendar of friends-with-benefits. His strict no-relationships policy means I’d be another notch on his bedpost. Not happening. But our friendship is hard to keep.

A vampire’s stolen my heart, but can I trust him to protect me? Until recently, I didn’t believe vampires existed. Now I’m being held captive and I know it’s not a coincidence. My captor isn’t human and neither is his thirst for me. I have to find a way to escape, and I’m certain Nic is the only vampire who can protect me. Or maybe I’m being blinded by how he makes my heart race in the best way possible. Can I truly trust one of his kind? When my captor says he wants me for himself, my human blood runs cold.

Five years. That’s how long it took me to find her. Five years after my world shattered, leaving me a scarred and broken man. By then, the girl I knew was gone. In her place stood a woman. One who looked like an angel. An impossible, beautiful angel. I killed for her. Soaked my hands in the blood of those who hurt her and rescued her from hell. But hell has a way of following you. Becoming a part of you. Maybe the only part you recognize. I had every intention of bringing her home. Setting her free. I swear I did. She calls me her avenging angel. But I know the truth. I’m no angel.

Life is perfect. Paradise is found in the arms of a redeemed playboy. Evan Ashford’s cocky side never stood a chance against true love. He pursued me with an unbridled determination and passion that couldn’t be denied, winning me over heart and soul. Our lives are now set...or so I thought. Nothing stays perfect forever and happiness comes with a price. I thought we had paid that price, so when we’re thrown into the biggest battle over our love yet, I’ll fight to claim my forever.

An escape. I'll call it what it is. But there are worse places to spend the next three months than in paradise. A fresh start without the chill of Colorado or cheating exes is exactly what I need. No one is going to ruin this for me, especially not gorgeous playboys. That is until I decide to throw caution to the wind and fall right into Evan Ashford's bed. Unlike him, I can't separate my heart from my head, so I get out before I get hurt. Again. I thought I left my broken heart on the mainland, but now I'm starting to wonder if Evan can heal it.

Love is crazy. Peck Ward, the sweet, small-town mechanic, isn't sure it's for everyone. Least of all him. His life is chaotic enough without adding the pressure of a relationship. Besides, unrequited love is a real thing, and he's kind of over it. This works out perfectly until a certain someone throws a wrench - pun intended - into his plans. As they go from adversaries to friends to possibly something more, things get complicated. After all, they know how this story ends. It's not with them together.

Since childhood, Mallory McCabe has dreamed of falling in love with a hero. And then one saves her life. He's honest and blunt. Deadly, but filled with pain. Overpowering, yet ever so gentle with her. Oh yes, she's found her hero. Taking him to her bed is simply ... right. As is losing her heart. How could she have known he'd want nothing more to do with her?

First Comes Love. Then Comes Marriage. Then it's tour dates, demanding fans, exclusive contracts...wait a second. The men of Dangerous Noise have found the women who complete them, but love isn't always enough to make things last. Can Ethan, Kit, Joel, and Mal find happily ever after? Or will the fame, the fortune, and the tour dates prove too trying for marriage and family?

The moment Declan O’Malley laid eyes on me the universe shifted. His inked muscles, seductive confidence, and bad boy vibes lured me to him. He’s twice my age. He’s experienced. Now I’m in a dark cell. Bound. Cold. Helpless. He’s determined to turn me into his obedient little captive, until I convince him I’ve told him the truth. The spark burns hotter, the hunger between us electric.

My hellish enemies have sealed my fate. And made a very big mistake. There will be no forgiveness. Only revenge. The vicious kind. I’ve become as savage and ruthless as they are.

Stefan Sabbioni showed up uninvited in my bedroom on my 16th birthday. He stood in the shadows, smelling of whiskey and death and wrapped a broken, blood-crusted necklace around my neck. I thought he’d strangle me with it. That night, he left a message for my father. He said he’d be back to take something precious. I never delivered that message, though. I wonder if things would be different if I had because now, two years later, he’s back. And he’s not hiding in any shadows.

I've been kept in a gilded cage. Hidden from the world of men. I was naïve. I was innocent. Until him. Until the night the king of the criminal underworld took me as his own.

Love can overcome any obstacle. I hope so because choosing to be together will take an act of complete faith, something I’ve never been capable of before Mallory. But now that I’ve tasted heaven I have no intention of letting her go. The last three months were the best of my life and now our time together is over too soon. Selfishly, I need more. I want all of her, which is more than she can give with the distance that divides us.

Losing It is a is a stand-alone first time romance with the perfect mix of heat, humor, and emotion. Find out why listeners say "no one writes broken bad boys like Crystal Kaswell".

Starved for affection, young Piper Delaney surrenders her life to a master. But there is no love...only abuse. She’s told she can’t leave because she signed the slave contract. Years later, beaten and starving, she hears an English dom say the contract’s illegal. Unenforceable. And she runs.

Eight years.... That's how long it's been since my brother's been gone, and not a day goes by that it doesn't kill me, knowing that I'll never see Adric again. It's been a rough journey, one I've barely survived, but with the help of my childhood friend Kade Haze, I'm finally learning to piece what remains back together. Or so I thought.... Just when life is beginning to make sense again and a feeling of normalcy is on the horizon, my carefully constructed walls come crashing down.

Tag Calloway is toxic. If you aren’t in his small inner circle of friends, you’re nothing. An inconvenience at best. And it’s just my luck that my first blind date—heck, my first date since "The Incident"—happens to be with him. I’ve spent years hiding myself from men. From life. Wallowing in guilt and camouflaging my body. I live for one reason. Gigi. The broken-condom accident who has become the singular light of my life. Why did I let my friends talk me into this? He’s the last person I should trust with my feelings. My body. My scars.