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Rock star Malcolm Strong is used to being in control. Of the band. Of his feelings. Of the woman he has tied to his bed. He never gets close enough to get hurt. He never wants to. Until Lacey. The sassy brunette is working on the band's latest music video. Which means he shouldn't be picturing her naked. Spread eagle. Screaming his name. He doesn't mix business and pleasure, but there's something about her quick wit and her soft curves - Mal has to have her.

I must pay for the sins of my father with the only thing I have of any value.... My virginity. I will be auctioned. Sold. Shared. Ruined. And then tossed away. It’s a sacrifice I must make to save Daddy, to those seeking revenge for his mounting offenses. But when I become a pawn in a dangerous game played by two rival Russian mafia factions, it seems I might have some leverage. They will fight over me. And in doing so, destroy each other.

I’ll do anything for the cookie. I’m used to playing the field. But specialty baker Tabitha wrapped me up in her the first time I tasted her...frosting. Suddenly I’m offering my services in any way I can. Need help babysitting your new puppy? Check. Bakery invaded by a rogue duck? Check. Missed dinner and want takeout? Check. Except that late at night after I’m done with patrol, we fall into bed. And onto the kitchen counter. And into the shower. Turns out that whole protect-and-serve thing apparently doesn’t extend to birth control.

This is one mistake Sienna Landry can't buy her way out of. As Walker Gibson looks at her, then at the damage to his precious truck (that she may or may not have accidentally inflicted), she knows she's in trouble. It's not the busted headlight and dented grill that's sunk her though. It's the downright sinful man in front of her that's the problem. The small-town mechanic is broody. Rough. Smells like engine grease and gasoline, and Sienna isn't sure why that's so sexy, but it is. It so is.

In a world shrouded in secrets and desire, Quinn's life takes a treacherous turn when she witnesses Adriano, a dominant and possessive billionaire, commit an act of ruthless vengeance. Quinn faces a choice: give up her life, or become Adriano's wife. Caught between her past and a dangerous present, Quinn discovers an unlikely sanctuary in the arms of a man trained to kill. In this gripping story of seduction and power, Quinn and Adriano navigate the dangers of the mafia world. Can obsession be the language of love? Can love transcend the barriers of loyalty and revenge?

Jace: They call me vigilante because I make my own laws. Because I get retribution when there's none to be had. Because my name is Jace Mercy...but I show none. Freya: Stood up at the altar, I ran from everything familiar... and straight into trouble. Now I'm the lone witness to a backwoods execution. A wanted woman with a price on my head.

She's my nemesis. My prisoner. I'll make her beg for mercy. I'll make her scream my name. I'll make her mine. Sheena Hurston's been a thorn in my side for years. But when she tries to bring my family to ruin, I'm done playing games. She will pay for what she's done. No one comes before my family. Sheena belongs to me.

Carson Flynn is dangerous and brooding. Intensely possessive. Angry, fierce. Haunted. He’s a member of the Clan. A criminal. And a single father who’d burn the world for his daughter. But when he turns his eye on me, I know I should run. I should definitely hide. But it’s already too late.... Because, when Carson sets his mind on something, he gets what he wants.

An Oscar, a Tony, an Emmy, a Grammy - Kellie has them all. She's the most sought-after woman in Hollywood. She's about to leave on the biggest concert tour of her life. Headlining for the first time in five years. Around the world in 90 days. Should be a piece of cake. Until her new security detail walks in the room, and she’s looking into the eyes of the only man who didn’t fall for her charm. It's only a matter of time till he falls for Hollywood's princess.

Meeting my neighbor, Obrecht Ivanov, confuses me. The moment he walks through my door, I desperately want him to command me to kneel. I swore I would never return to anything like life with my ex-husband. So why do I feel as if I can’t breathe? Each passing day that I don’t cave into my desires, the tension in my soul exponentially tightens. I convince myself to go take care of it and stop the itch once and for all. Just one time and then I’ll be fine.

His name is Pestilence. At least, that’s what they called him in college after an outbreak of a certain, ahem, intimately transmitted infection on campus. Now in his thirties, Leo St. James is fully reformed from his playboy past. He has a fiancée and everything. Oh, no, wait. He lied about that. His fiancée doesn’t exist. But when Leo’s boss sees him with his hand cupped around Amelia Darcy’s face, Leo has no choice but to call her his bride-to-be and promise to bring her to his company retreat.

It's December, and Declan, Parker and Laurie, a.k.a. The Shifter Stooges, aren't feeling very festive. But when a call comes from Lucius the Vampire King, they are sent on a merry adventure.

Dear Holden, I'm not going to college a virgin. I want to learn everything and I want you to teach me. I have to ask: Will you be my first? Yes, there are risks. I'm your best friend's kid sister. As off limits as it gets. But forbidden fruit is always the sweetest. And I'll do anything for a taste.

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.

I found a new apartment near my new school. Yay me. I also found myself unexpectedly naked with Dare, the smoking-hot single-dad mechanic who works next door. Dare did more than clean my spark plugs that night, let me tell you. Then my worlds collide when Dare shows up at his son’s parent-teacher conference. Next thing I know, surprise! Pregnant. Dare knows I’m worried about my job at the Catholic school and about how I’m going to handle the baby that might be his. Please, God, let it be his. I just never expected Dare to propose marriage.

I had two things in life that mattered–my mother and my music. Mama was taken from me too soon, and now music is all I have left. It’s the thing that’s pushed me right out of backwoods Georgia into Los Angeles, where the line between fantasy and reality shimmers and blurs.

We were high school sweethearts. One day she disappeared after class and didn't come back. She left me high and dry. I was angry. I took it out on her by sleeping with her best friend. Then she showed back up with a story I didn't believe. I was done. I married her best friend after she got pregnant, and now I have a 17-year-old son who's stuck in the middle of our divorce. But then I saw my ex again. Feelings arose I thought I buried all those years ago. She's still mine. I found out there's been no one since me, and now that I have her again, I'll make sure there is no one else.

McKenna Byrne is fire. Hot-tempered. Passionate. All-consuming. She seared my soul from our very first kiss. Once, she wanted a chance at independence. A life away from the Clan. Then danger threw us back together, And when McKenna and I collide we ignite.

Hadley Jacobs is over Machlan Gibson. Sure, she’ll always be a little weak to the dimple in his right cheek and the way his five o’clock shadow makes him ruggedly handsome. But that’s not enough to cover every other thing about him because they all drive her nuts. Like how he won’t admit he’s wrong even when he knows it and how he drives his stupid car a million miles an hour on wet asphalt. As she rolls back into town and takes a seat at Crave, she won’t take the bait. She’s over him. Mostly.

Once you are rooted in sin, there is no turning back. She wasn’t supposed to be in the crossfire. My enemies should not also be hers. My past is dark, and my demons are dangerous. I should let her be free, safe from the shadows that still haunt me. But I can’t let her go. My obsession is too strong. She’s mine even though she’s a possession I shouldn’t keep. But I of all people should know that the mafia doesn’t let anyone go.