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While Arran Adair might have followed the call of wanderlust in his younger years, it isn't the reason he stayed away from Ardnoch. Home now, desperate to put the sins of his past behind him, and rebuild his life in the Scottish Highlands, Arran could never have predicted Eredine Willows. The Ardnoch Estate Pilates instructor is a complicated mystery and one Arran can't help but want to solve.

Before they took turns with my virgin body, these fearsome alpha shifters didn't just spank me into shameful surrender. They made me admit what my helpless arousal already made obvious first. I'm their mate. And whether they're mounting and rutting me one at a time or filling me in every way all at once, I'll fall asleep between them each night with their seed still dripping down my thighs. Because I don't belong to just one of them. I belong to the whole pack.

First Mistake: Agreeing to my brother’s crazy, horrible scheme to seduce and drug my college’s hockey star, Yom “Yum” Rustanov, to get him disqualified for doping before his big international championship game. In the dictionary under femme fatale, you’ll find me—in the antonyms section.

I'm a bridesmaid at a bachelorette party, minding my own business at a local bar after doing six shots of Fireball, when I realize I need to pee. In size small Spanx. I'm a large. While I wrestle with my white-spandex belly-smasher in the only bathroom, I'm holding up the whole bar from relieving itself. When the broody, tatted-up owner breaks down the door, thinking maybe I've alcohol-poisoned myself into the afterlife, my drink-addled brain decides to revisit the karate I learned around third grade. But I misfire my karate kick and hook a thigh around his waist.

Majoring in Love: Two very different worlds collide in 1975 at an urban university in the south. Linda and Sandy are opposites in every way, with one thing in common: an intense attraction. Majoring in Love is a coming-of-age interracial love story and is a prequel to Be One with Me. Be One with Me: At age forty, city girl Sally never imagined she’d be all alone in the world. Following a violent attack and a deathbed confession from her mother, she runs from the only life she knows, heading south in search of security and family.

From the moment I step on the plane from New York to South Carolina, I go from Mark Abbott, hated quarterback, to Mark Hainley, unassuming small-town boy on his way to a tiny beach town and a private resort for a two-week escape all alone. At least, that's the plan. Until I sit down next to football-oblivious and possibly crazy Frannie Baker on my flight. Her beauty makes me look twice, but it's everything else about her that draws me in. From her fear of flying to her comforting herself with Eminem lyrics to her love of books, I can't help but want to know more.

Upon discovering that the devilishly sexy Italian who asked me to dinner tonight is a powerful mafia boss, I promised myself I'd be a responsible girl and make an excuse to leave early. But then I tried to get a recording of him for my best friend's crime podcast and ended up bare-assed over his knee for a spanking that left me so shamefully wet there was no doubt he could see it. Now I'm bare and bound to his bed. And he's going to make me his one helpless, desperate climax at a time.

Dante’s assignment should have been simple. Sneak onto a corporate controlled planet and find a missing medical team. Simple goes out the airlock when a beautiful woman charges headlong into his life. She’s one of the missing doctors, and the sexiest woman he’s ever seen. Keeping her alive won’t be easy. Keeping his distance will be even harder.

Chicago-born Linda is ready to leave the Black Belt behind, entering the newly-integrated University of Georgia to pursue her dream of becoming an attorney. When she has a chance encounter with a handsome fraternity guy on the campus quad, she can’t help but be drawn into his sea-blue eyes.

I rarely eat the food at my upscale Italian restaurant. Vampires need blood, not pasta. I crave the hunt, but I'm not a killer. A lady-killer, yes. There's something about the vampire in me that lures women. The only woman immune to my allure is my dearest and oldest friend, Lily. She helped me survive my transition to vampirism, despite also becoming a monster of sorts. Kind and full of life, Lily is everything I'm not. My unbeating heart wants more than friendship with the fairy, but I'm afraid to ruin our friendship. Besides, what would she want with a broody vampire?