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He was gorgeous, older and guarded. I knew he was trouble from the moment we locked eyes. We met at work, on my first day as a barista. He smiled, I melted...then he tasted my coffee and threw it away. Again, the next day, and the next. He hated the coffee, yet still came back. I knew his game. He called my coffee death in a cup. I called him god’s gift to women. I wasn’t lying.

There are many rules a priest can't break. A priest cannot marry. A priest cannot abandon his flock. A priest cannot forsake his God. I've always been good at following rules. Until she came. Then I learned new rules.

They say that all men are created equal. Well, that’s a blatant lie! I know, because I met God's gift to women in Vegas; I pretended he was my husband to get rid of another man. He took our fake marriage seriously, and it became his personal goal to consummate. He spoke to me in French, and I lied to him in German. His laughter was addictive. But I thought what happens in Vegas would stay in Vegas. Until it didn't.

I did it. I married a billionaire. My reasons are my own, but the last thing I expected was to feel owned. I may have taken vows, but I'm still determined to be me. Now his rules are taking over my world, but I'm not the kind of girl to just obey. There's only one problem: I might actually be falling for him.... I have no idea how this marriage is going to go, but holding on to a piece of myself while succumbing to his dirty pleasures is shaping up to be the ride of a lifetime.

Nathan Mercer, the only man in my life. Loving him was never an option. We met 10 years ago, when we started at the same company on the same day. Both new in town and with nobody else to rely on, we quickly became friends. And while Nathan went on to rule San Francisco, I’m still doing the same job with the same people. We finish each other’s sentences, we spend Christmas together, and he sleeps at my house more than his. He’s beautiful...beyond belief. In another life, he’s probably my soul mate. However, lately things have changed.

This trip down memory lane with Jolie has mended as much as it’s torn up. I promised her I could handle anything. Whatever she was hiding, my wild heart would always belong to her. But I could never have imagined this truth. And she can’t blame me for how this will all end.

The first time I saw him my heart ran away. No matter that Cade was completely off-limits. Or that he told me to stay out of his way. The heart wants what it wants. And mine had bound itself to him. My father stood between us, as I knew he would. As he stood between me and any sort of happiness. No matter how hard I wished for a new life. The invisible walls of his cage were harder. I thought I needed a hero. Someone to break me out, to grant me the freedom I dreamed of. Cade Warren is no hero. But maybe it takes a villain to save a girl like me.

Imagine the man of your dreams. The blue eyes. The unruly blonde hair. The perfect abs. How strong his muscular thighs feel as you dig your fingernails into the denim of his jeans. Now imagine looking up to meet his gaze as he guides you towards his belt. Offers you a new life, a new destiny, a whole new world as he teaches you how to make him moan. Coaches you in the art of being sexy. Would you say no? Could you say no?

My family has given everything to salvage the Zoric name and reputation from my father's tarnished legacy. I only needed a moment to destroy it all. Along with two hearts. It was supposed to be a simple charade. I never thought Ford and I would fall in love. But I can't take back what I've done. He can't change the past.

I’ve got a big...ego and an even bigger bank account. That’s pretty much where my bio ends. I don’t need to say anything else. I’ve just sold 99% of women on going home with me. Do I sound like a jerk to you? That’s because I am. It works for me just fine. Or at least it did. Until I met her. Books talk about sparks flying. Screw that. With her, it was like emergency flares mixed with jet fuel. Or maybe just straight up napalm. Only one problem. She wouldn’t tell me her name or her number when she disappeared from the hotel room after the hottest night of my life.

The world knows Ford Malone as the heir to a real estate fortune. But to me, he'll always be my best friend. The guy who saved me from my bullies back in school. The man I've secretly loved for years. When he needs me to be his plus-one at a family event, I agree without hesitation. Imagine my surprise when he announces our engagement. As usual, I'll play along. Nothing has to change except the way we behave - the way we touch - in public. But his private touches change everything. Soon, the crush I've hidden for so long is threatening to swallow me whole.

Evangeline's life is dark and lonely. She'll do anything to change that. Anything. Even play a game with a stranger she's never met. What starts out as "therapy" soon turns into a passionate anonymous love affair. Her blindfold is like a security blanket and his touch is what lights a fire inside her. 

It was always going to end in heartbreak. You can't pretend-marry the man you secretly love and escape unscathed. Ford has never hesitated to ask for my help before, but this is the farthest he's asked me to go. Not that I ever say no to him. Even when I know I should. Sleeping with my husband is the best worst idea possible. It's everything I dreamed it would be. But everything to me is nothing to him. And he's not the only one I've made promises to.

When I met Donovan Kincaid, I knew he was rich. I didn't know he was filthy. Truth be told, I was only trying to get his best friend to notice me. I knew poor scholarship girls like me didn't stand a chance against guys like Weston King and Donovan Kincaid, but I was in love with his world, their world, of parties and sex and power. I knew what I wanted - I knew who I wanted - until one night, their world tried to bite me back and Donovan saved me. He saved me, and then Weston finally noticed me, and I finally learned what it was to be in their world.

Not every love story begins in the light...Sometimes, the prince isn't charming. The damsel causes more distress than she's in. Sometimes, the danger doesn't come from a magic spell. It comes from each other. Welcome to dark romance.

My wife. I love saying those words. She's mine, and if she thinks I'm going to let her run without tracking her down and bringing her back to where she belongs - with me - then she's about to be introduced to a new reality. Because I'll fight dirty to give her the happily ever after she deserves. Dirty Together is the final book in the Dirty Billionaire Trilogy.

You have the right to remain sexy. Anything you say can and will be used to get you in my bed. You have the right to use my body to give yourself a delirious, life-changing orgasm. If you have trouble...don't worry, I'm a bit of an expert in that department.

Books talk about sparks flying. F--k that shit. With her, it was like emergency flares mixed with jet fuel. Or maybe just straight up napalm. Only one problem: She wouldn't tell me her name or her number when she disappeared from the hotel room after the hottest f--king night of my life. Now I've had a taste of unicorn pussy - the sweetest, rarest of all pussy - and I need it again. So what's an asshole to do? I took this problem to the street, a missed connection gone viral. And when I find her? I'm keeping her.

Two books together in one bundle: Real Good Man and Real Good Love. Banner Regent is smart, funny, and she’s so far out of my league, she might as well be royalty. I’m a mechanic from Kentucky. She’s a New York City party girl. We were never supposed to meet, but one text started something neither of us saw coming.

I have everything a guy could want - a new single burning up the charts, more money than a man could spend, and a woman I’m planning to marry. Until she doesn’t show up for my proposal. The life I thought was so perfect, isn’t. The guy who thought he had everything, doesn’t.  I’ve got my heart on lockdown, but life sends me straight into the path of a mouthy bartender who puts me in my place. Now the only place I want to put her is under me. I thought I was done with love, but maybe I’m just getting started....