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He was the one man I couldn’t avoid. And the one man I couldn’t resist. Damien Stark could have his way with any woman. He was sexy, confident, and commanding: Anything he wanted, he got. And what he wanted was me. Our attraction was unmistakable, almost beyond control, but as much as I ached to be his, I feared the pressures of his demands. Submitting to Damien meant I had to bare the darkest truth about my past - and risk breaking us apart. But Damien was haunted, too. And as our passion came to obsess us both, his secrets threatened to destroy him - and us - forever.

It was always only a matter of time before my past would catch up with me. I knew it the second I lied on my job application, I was taking a huge risk. But anything was better than the crime family I was born into. I knew I needed help, and I set my cap on the king only to be turned down. It was inevitable that someone from my old life was going to find me at the Vipers' Den. I was ready for it, but I didn't expect him to step in. Luc Batiste, the Vipers' Council, was my savior. He wasn't loud and showy like the others. But it was always the quiet ones you had to watch out for.

When Hailee’s boyfriend doesn’t come home, again, she packs up her entire life and gets in her car. A road trip to Las Vegas to stay with her sister is supposed to be a lonely journey of self reflection. Then she meets Carter. Four people. Four destinations. Four journeys. One car. Road Trip is a contemporary reverse harem with heart. Join Hailee, Carter, Linc and Jax as they trek across the country in a journey that will tear them apart and put them back together again.

Ethan Henley traded in his suit, tie and Secret Service badge to mix drinks at the Game Changers Sports Bar he now co-owns with his childhood friends. Returning to their hometown where they’d been branded the “bad boys” wasn’t part of their plan, but now that they’re back, they’re determined to prove everyone in town wrong. For Ethan, that means making amends with the girl whose heart he’d unintentionally broken during high school.

One bullet. One dead man. And now my wreck of a life is spiraling out of control. The bastard deserved it, but I'm just a regular guy. I botched the escape, and since I killed him while wearing a Santa costume, they call me the Festive Fugitive. Cute. Too bad I'll be spending Christmas behind bars or in a body bag. Then he appears. Cesar. My dark salvation. A trained killer who looks at me as if I'm his personal miracle. I killed his boss, yet he says I did him a favor. He wants to protect me, claim me, cage me in his arms, and God help me… I let him.

It was supposed to be one night. One reckless, no-names, no-strings moment with a gorgeous alpha who made me forget everything but the way he felt. But when I walk into my friend's wedding, I come face-to-face with him again. He's the best man. And just when I think it can't get worse, my heat slams into me like a wrecking ball. My scent match is standing right there—watching me, scenting me, wanting me. But he's not alone. He comes with a pack.

Wrenly Morgan. Her name tasted like forbidden fruit on my tongue. I didn’t know where she came from, and I didn’t care. All that mattered was getting closer to her by any means necessary. I watched her movements from the cage. She was a vision in a tight black dress that accentuated her curves. Raven hair spilled over her shoulders as she moved toward her seat in the front row. When I saw her, I couldn’t look away or resist her magnetic pull. I was ensnared, a fly caught in her web.

In 1925 Chicago, Bellwyn Hall is no ordinary hotel. Once a private Gilded Age mansion, it now caters to the discreet desires of its most mysterious guests. And Room 572? That room doesn’t just remember—it confesses. When Evelyn Marlowe drops her glove at a glittering party, she knows exactly who will pick it up: Simon Whitlock, the decorated war hero she’s seen before but never spoken to. One night. One room. No promises. But in Room 572, even a single night can leave a mark.

Emily has always played it safe. A quiet job, a tidy apartment, and weekends spent alone, life was fine. But when a chance encounter with Jack a commanding builder, shatters her carefully constructed world, she finds herself spiraling into a storm of desire she never knew she craved. Jack is everything she shouldn’t want: dominant, intense, unapologetically in control. But when he touches her, when he commands her, Emily doesn’t just obey...she blooms. What starts with stolen glances and restrained passion quickly transforms into a deeply consuming relationship.

Quando Jamie Westenberg e Bea Wilmot se conhecem, fica claro que eles não poderiam ser mais diferentes. Após uma noite desastrosa, eles estão certos de que nunca mais se verão, mas, por algum motivo, seus amigos parecem pensar que os dois seriam o casal perfeito e bolam um plano para enganá-los e fazer com que tenham um encontro. Assim, Jamie e Bea passam a conversar por mensagens sem saber que estão falando um com o outro, mas descobrem toda a farsa quando decidem se conhecer pessoalmente. Furiosos, eles resolvem se vingar.

Four mercenaries accidentally save a young man from being trafficked. Scared for his life, he chooses to be theirs in exchange for protection, but the deal soon turns into way more as Clover develops feelings for all four of his saviors.

De koningin van de erotische fictie is terug, en hoe! Vier jonge vrouwen geven zich op voor een veiling om te worden uitgehuwelijkt aan de hoogste bieder. Voor niet minder dan een miljoen dollar per jaar, drie jaar lang, zal elke vrouw alles moeten doen wat de hoogste bieder van haar vraagt. Alles. Zo raakt iedere vrouw langzaam verstrikt in een spel met veel geld, lust en macht.

Ruthless. Cunning. Gorgeous. Killers. They are the Kings of Bolten, an elite academy I have no business being in. My desire to remain invisible is dashed when I find myself bound to one of their enemies. Now, there’s no escape. With me in the crosshairs in a war between Kings and Lords at Bolten, will I be another victim or will the Kings spare me on the condition I belong to them? One thing is certain. I have a few dirty little secrets. Maybe I’m not the good girl everyone thought. Maybe I’m meant to be queen. Maybe… I’m meant to rule.

The first year of college is supposed to be the best time of your life, right? Partying, discovering yourself, getting your heart broken… all that bullcrap. My cousin once told me I had a talent for attracting trouble. And screw me sideways, he was right. Instead of discovering myself, I discovered something much worse. I suck at college. Oh, and I am in love with my rival and former best friend’s boyfriend. I wish I could say that’s the extent of it. But drama and trouble find me everywhere I go. Not only was he my rival and enemy’s boyfriend. He was my stepbrother.

New York was supposed to be a fresh start. An uncomplicated, clean slate where I could draw a new me. But clean and uncomplicated became wishful thinking when a devil in a tailored suit made a mess of my clothes just before my life-changing interview. Now he’s settled into my life in a way he had no business to. This devil had darker shades than I could handle, but still, he’d be the one to shine a light on the person I was supposed to be.

In a few breathless moments, I will be Mrs Alejandro Montoya. He is the King of L.A. and everything a woman could want. Handsome, powerful, rich, and hotter than hell itself. But I am not just any woman. I am Alana Carmichael and I’m only here to save my father. I will not bow to any king. This is no fairy tale. This is my nightmare.

When I see her, I have to have her. The one they call Shelby. But the humans have not given her to us. She remains behind the walls of the facility they have reclaimed. She remains with a male that does not deserve her. This beautiful, enchanting creature with long black braids and bright eyes needs a real male, a master, a true protector. She needs me. I will do whatever it takes to claim her. I’ll kill. I’ll lie. I’ll steal. No human, naga, or otherwise will keep us apart. Tonight, Shelby will be in my arms. To hell with the rest.

Dr. Russell has a bad reputation around our hospital. I try to avoid him and his temper at all costs. It’s just as easy to admire his sexy, grip-it-while-he’s-ravishing-you hair and chiseled jaw from a healthy distance. Unfortunately, my plan crumbles when my trusty ol’ boss decides to swap his white coat for a Hawaiian shirt. His retirement leaves me with two terrible options: Switch specialties and spend months retraining or take an open position as Dr. Russell’s surgical assistant.

Maddox - The reason I rarely go home is three simple words: I'm a liar. When the pressure to marry my childhood sweetheart became too much, I told her I was gay and then fled to New York like my ass was on fire. Now, five years later and after a drunken encounter, I find myself invited to her wedding. And I have to bring my boyfriend-the boyfriend who doesn't exist because I'm straight. At least, I think I am. Meeting the guy I'm bribing to be my boyfriend for the weekend makes me question everything about myself.

I'm not a good man, and I've never pretended to be. I don't believe in goodness or God or any happy ending that isn't paid for in advance. What do I believe in? Money. Sex. Macallan 18. They have words for men like me - playboy. Womanizer. Skirt chaser. My brother used to be a priest, and he only has one word for me: sinner.