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Cade "the King" Kingston, billionaire grumphole and the most sought-after athlete on the continent. He’s also London’s most notorious bachelor with a ten-pack and a profile that would make Adonis weep. Too bad he’s ruthless, has a heart made of ice, and is the most unfeeling brute I have ever met.

I got pregnant from a one-night stand with my worst enemy. Then I walked into the office to find out he was my new boss.... In my defense, I hadn’t planned on having anything to do with Hunter Whittington again.

Arpad growlypants Beauchamp a.k.a. Grumpzilla. The first time he met me, he told me that he hated my company. I retaliated by spitting my Chai Tea Latte all over his tailormade slacks. He granted the security agency I run his business, anyway, huh? Clearly, it's because he wants to control me. To make my life miserable. To become a thorn in my side, glowering down at me from his superior height. So when I end up stowing away on his boat, by a quirk of fate, I demand he turn back.

Damian Savage, the billionaire rockstar with the killer abs, aka the ultimate dream guy in a six-foot-five, sculpted-chest, freaking macho package. Who haunts the dreams of half the female population, ugh! He's also the kind of arrogant, self-important man I avoid, in real life. But that smirk of his? OMG, swoon. So I may have stalked his social media accounts, don't judge. A lowly nanny like me? I didn't feature on his radar at all...until I run into him at a party. And ask him to spend the night with me.

On your knees...Father Edward Chase. Brooding. Growly. And...unavailable. He's the hot priest. I am a belly dancer. He's haunted by his past. I am trying to carve out a future for my studio. He’s at war with himself, and I am the casualty. There is nothing he will put before his calling. No stone he will leave unturned for his flock. He’ll never give in to the attraction between us, So what if he stars in all my dreams? He may be a man of God. But for me, he is temptation personified. Making him fall for me is all I ever wanted. Until he reveals his secret...

Howard Hughes lived one of the greatest, most heroic, misunderstood, mysterious, bizarre, and tragic lives in American history. In this brilliantly documented biography, the mythology that surrounded that life is disentangled from the truth.

My husband is a made man, a villain, the boss of the Mafia. He stole me from my normal life and catapulted me into the center of the underworld. He imprinted his crimson fingerprints onto my psyche and tried to set me free. It's wrong of me to be attracted to the viciousness in him. And yet I can't...won't stop until he loves me back. It's why I returned to him. It's why I allowed him to use me. But when he springs a surprise...he breaks my heart, and this time, I will not forgive him. I run from him. Only he's not the only one hunting me.

"If you dare leave me for another - if you ever look at another man - if you ever let anyone else touch you...I’ll not let him live, Beauty. I won’t stop until I’ve ground his face into the dirt, until I’ve pulled out his eyes for looking at you, broken his mouth for daring to speak to you, until I’ve pulled out his guts, and," I glare at her, "smeared his blood on the ground." Her breath hitches and her pupils dilate. My thirst for violence seems to fulfill a need deep inside of her - one she doesn’t bother to hide from me, either.

Sebastian "grumphole" Sovrano is ruthless, arrogant, and fixated on me. The first time we meet at a bar, I dump my drink all over him. He's grumpy, high-handed, full of himself, and...so very appealing. No way can I act on the attraction that sizzles between us, right? But I need to get custody of my daughter, and he promises to help me. Provided I pose as his wife. Only problem? I can't resist his mean smirk, his wickedness that appeals to the darkness inside of me.

Weston bloody Kincaid. The billionaire who wore £7,000 suits like he was doing them a favor. When he wasn't filling out his doctor's scrubs like they were tailor-made for him. Exactly the kind of man who needed to be taken down a notch. Definitely not the kind with whom you want to spend any extended period of time. Absolutely not stuck with him in a remote cabin during the holiday season. Totally completely not snowed in together over Christmas.... Help!

He's an ex-soldier. I am the woman his friend turned his back on. He's trying to escape his demons. I am trying to get over being abandoned. The connection between us is intense, forbidden...and all wrong. My heart belongs to someone else. So why is my traitorous body unable to ignore him? Find out in Book 2 of the Big Bad Billionaires series.

Michael Byron Domenico Sovrano. He took me to pay my father's debt. He married me to further his own ambitions. He touched the murkiness inside me...and brought it to the light so I could see myself through his eyes. His cruelty broke the chains that bound me. His ferocity set me free. His touch...shattered me. So he could put me back together in a form that mocked the girl I used to be. I loved him...as much as I loathed that I couldn't get enough of him. That's why I betrayed him. It's why he'll never forgive me. It's why...I must spring the ultimate surprise....

You are mine. That's what they tell me. Edward - my first love, who turned his back on me, and who's dark molten gaze follows me possessively, wherever I go. And Baron - my savior. My second chance. Over six feet of intensity, he's the ex-soldier, who will go to any extent to woo me. My heart beats for both. My body yearns for them. My soul....My soul cannot bear to be parted from either. I love two men. I am torn between them. But, when their past threatens me, I must choose.

Seven snarly, grumpy jerkfaces. Seven years ago. One secret. I will not stop until I hunt down every last person responsible for the incident. Until then...I fight, I build my empire. Become a billionaire in my own right. Women...they are simply irritants. So why is every encounter so empty? Meaningless. What am I searching for? Who am I in quest of? Will I know her when I see her? How will it be to hold her, have her, possess her, Make her...mine!

She turns her face and I catch a glimpse of her profile. The upturned nose, the curve of her lips, the creamy skin that glows in the late afternoon light. She throws her head back and laughs, and my heart begins to pound in my chest. Sweat beads my palms and I wipe them on my jeans. What is this reaction to her? I have not even properly met her, yet something inside me insists that I know her. She's the girl whom I have tried hard not to think about...The girl I’d gotten a glimpse of so many years ago. I have never forgotten her.

America’s unique prosperity is based on its creation of a middle class. In the 20th century, that middle class provided the workforce, the educated skills, and the demand that gave life to the world’s greatest consumer economy. It was innovative and dynamic; it eclipsed old imperial systems and colonial archetypes. It gave rise to a dream: that if you worked hard and followed the rules you would prosper in America, and your children would enjoy a better life than yours. Incredibly, however, for more than 30 years, government and big business in America have conspired to roll back the American dream....

Eine vorgetäuschte Ehe mit Londons berüchtigtsten Junggesellen... eine wirklich schlechte Idee. Sinclair Amadeus Sterling, unfassbar reich und mächtig, bietet mir einen Job an. Einziger Haken? Der Milliardär verlangt von mir, dreißig Tage seine Ehefrau zu mimen. Er ist arrogant, kontrollierend – und bei unserer ersten Begegnung habe ich dem Mistkerl dahin getreten, wo es ordentlich wehtut. Das Einzige, was noch schlimmer ist als sein nicht unerheblicher Gott-Komplex, ist sein fehlender Sinn für Humor.