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I'm a fixer. A lover. Always searching for the right fit. And I come up empty every time. My desires are unusual. I don't feel whole until I'm in the middle, holding it all together. Which makes having a romantic relationship really difficult. Until them. Two people. An unraveling marriage. Love on the rocks. And they want me. To put them back together again. Problem is, once they're fixed, where does that leave me? I sure as hell hope I stick like glue.

I’m a prisoner in a prestigious world; a perfect princess locked in a tower. My father will never let me go. Not that I could leave. I would never abandon my little sister. Hope comes in the form of a devilishly handsome man with dark eyes and darker secrets. With each encounter, I’m lured deeper into the labyrinth. The danger lurking beneath his surface calls to me, even as it warns me away. Except there’s a new side of him every time we meet. A different danger each time we touch.

All I wanted is for my little sister, Della, to be safe and happy. And maybe, in brief stolen moments, I dreamed of a happy ending for myself with a brown-eyed man. That hope has turned into sharp, bright fear. There's only survival now. I'm the daughter of a controlling and cruel billionaire, so I understand about power. But I find myself fighting anyway. I find myself testing them. I have claws and I bite. I’m not going down without a fight. It's like I have a death wish.

Money can buy anything...and anyone. As the head of the Constantine family, I’m used to people bowing to my will. Cruel, rigid, unyielding—I’m all those things. When I discover the one woman who doesn’t wither under my gaze, but instead smiles right back at me, I’m intrigued. Ash Elliott needs cash, and I make her trade in crudeness and degradation for it. I crave her tears, her moans. I pay for each one, and every time, she comes back for more. When she challenges me with an offer of her own, I have to decide if I’m willing to give her far more than cold, hard cash.

I’m in love with my best friend. Lie. I’m in love with my enemy. Truth. But they’re the same. They. Are. The. Same. Lines in my world are blurry between fantasy and reality. Truth and lies. Love and hate. Copeland Justice is my enemy. My once best friend. The sadist in my heart plucking and pulling at every thread of who I am until I’m unraveled at his feet. His mouth says he hates me. His eyes burn with animosity for me. His heart beats for someone else. But Copeland Justice is the best liar of us all.

I've spent the past three years in college terrorizing the dean, also known as my father. I'm everything he hates. Troublemaker. Slacker. Gay. But I'm only getting started. I'm about to make Dad really proud with my newest life choices.... I fall for my best friend, Mia, who's a freaking chick. I'm dying to make out with my enemy, dude bro Brayden. And best of all, I want to bone my new roomie, Drew, who happens to also be the school's new hockey coach.

Dirty Ugly Toy is a novel that blurs the lines of right and wrong, deals with abuse, contains dubious consent, and adult subject matter. If you are sensitive to violent sexual situations, the book may not be suitable for you. Some parts of this book are not easy to hear and are not intended for everyone. However, those that keep an open mind and stick with it will not be disappointed.

I didn’t notice her before... but now I do. Once I focus on her, I can’t take my eyes from my newest obsession. I need to know everything about her. Her past. Her present. The way she takes her coffee. Exactly how she smells after a spritz of perfume in the mornings. I notice the organized way she arranges her clothes in her closet. How she visits the same market each Saturday. The sounds of her breathing as I lie beneath her bed in silence. Violet is mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.

I fired off a storm of raunchy text messages...to the wrong number. And he replied. Him: Show me a picture. Him: Tell me your name. Why does the lure of anonymity have me craving to indulge a stranger?

The hatred began when my father proposed to another man in a shocking moment that rocked my family to its core. Now I’m on a quest for revenge against my father. That means hitting him where it hurts - the new fiancé and the son he thinks so much of. Alister Sommers. A bleached-blond perfectionist thorn in my side, who’s used to everything going his way. Grades, money, track - he dominates it all despite his short, insignificant frame. Was one dad not good enough that Alis had to take mine, too? Soon, we’ll be stepbrothers. Until then, I vow to make his life a living hell.

When my eyes are closed, the monster can't see me. When I sing a song in my head, the monster can't hear me. When I pretend my bedroom is a playground where I play hide-and-seek, the monster can't find me. The darkness should frighten me. I should worry I'll find more monsters...monsters scarier than him. But I'm not afraid.

My life was easy, simple, fun. Light. Until I got wrapped up with the wrong people. Nothing but a piece of property, to pay for the sins of my father. I’m to be married off to a handsome monster. I see his truths every day, and it’s hard not to fall for the enemy. He won’t let me escape, but I’m not sure I want to. I wanted to marry for love, but it looks like love is a lie.

When you’re the sheriff of Brigs Ferry Bay, certain things are expected of you. Marry a local girl, settle down, have a few kids. You know, the small-town dream. But I’ve got a secret I’m terrified will get out. I’m gay. Not bi. Not curious. Not confused. Just gay. So, settling for that dream won’t be happening. If this secret gets out, the people I serve and protect, especially my father, won’t be accepting.

Authors Nikki Ash and K Webster present the second book in the Torn and Bound Duet series.

I'm a freak, a misfit, an odd end. Abandoned and unloved. But my happiness is so close I can taste it. Until he shows up. Gorgeous, expensive, and all man. Sad brown eyes and a brilliant smile. And he wants me to go with him. His intentions are hidden. His motives are unclear. Yet I leave with him because there's no happiness here. What he promises feels too good to be true.... A castle. A fortune. And horses, too. It's too easy. Nothing in my life has ever been easy. What's the catch? There's always a catch.

Winston Constantine is no prince charming...but I crave him so badly I think I might be losing my mind. He's right in front of me, but he’s just as remote as my dreams of getting away from my stepbrothers. I keep playing his twisted games, and I want to stay just as distant as he is. But I can’t. I never could. I’ve fallen for him. Hopelessly. Irrevocably. But Winston isn’t a lover; he’s a business venture, a way for me to pay for college. A ticket out. He’s never pretended to be anything other than that. I can’t blame him for making me fall in love.

Betraying the most powerful man in New York wasn’t something I ever envisioned when I first started playing games with Winston Constantine. But he’s engaged in far more dangerous games than ours, and his enemies are out for blood. Winston has my heart, the Morellis have incriminating photos, and I’m left with nothing except three stepbrothers who want to hurt me and a future in doubt. I knew Winston wouldn’t be my prince charming, but that didn’t stop me from falling for him. After all, the slippers fit, and I let myself believe I’d be dancing with Winston forever.

Best friends aren’t supposed to kiss. But these best friends did. He can’t get the taste of her lips off his mind. She can’t let go of the guilt from her mistake. He wants to be good enough for her. She wishes life were different. He’s the bad boy reject. She’s the girl next door. When opposites attract, they collide and create an explosion that can’t be ignored. Is it possible to be madly in love with your best friend?

She hates him and his big head. He likes her and her big t*ts. She hates him because she somehow ends up naked every time she sees him. He likes her because she somehow ends up naked every time he sees her. She hates him because the big oaf knocked her up with his kid. He likes her because she's carrying his child. She hates the way he gets inside her head. He likes the way she lets him see glimpses of her heart.

The pain is overwhelming. My life means nothing anymore. Black. Lonely. A void. I have an expiration date and the final hour is here. Until a boy bounces into my dark world. Too short. Too young looking. Too smiley. Too much hair. I want to look away because he’s too much. Too much everything. Bright and bustling with energy. A train wreck of color.