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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.

They call me a slut. Maybe I am. Sometimes I do things I despise. Sometimes men take without asking. But I have a musical gift, only a year left of high school, and a plan. With one obstacle. Emeric Marceaux doesn’t just take. He seizes my will power and bangs it like a dark note. When he commands me to play, I want to give him everything. I kneel for his punishments, tremble for his touch, and risk it all for our stolen moments.

Alex Bishop is your typical cowboy. Charming, sexy, and wears a panty-melting smirk. Working on the ranch helped build his solid eight-pack and smoking body. He's every girl's wet fantasy and he knows it too. Alex doesn't follow the rules of your typical playboy bachelor. After wining and dining his dates and giving them the best night of their lives, he always sends flowers and calls the next day - even if it's to say, let's just be friends. His mama taught him manners after all and his Southern blood knows how to be a gentleman.

Nick Fairfax believes that his romance with Lord Bane Dunsaney is over. Bane has chosen revenge against Nick’s family over his love for Nick. And Bane’s secret - that he is the guardian of a tiger spirit - has also caused a wedge between them with Nick still in the dark about Bane’s true nature. Can they overcome these seemingly insurmountable problems and find their happily ever after? Cursed: Beloved is the third and final book in the Cursed series.

The worldwide phenomenon continues as Eva and Gideon face the demons of their pasts and accept the consequences of their obsessive desires.... From the moment I first met Gideon Cross, I recognized something in him that I needed. Something I couldn’t resist. I also saw the dangerous and damaged soul inside - so much like my own. I was drawn to it. I needed him as surely as I needed my heart to beat. No one knows how much he risked for me. How much I’d been threatened, or just how dark and desperate the shadow of our pasts would become.

Nikolai Wroth, a ruthless vampire general, will stop at nothing to find his bride, the one woman who can "blood" him, making his heart beat and filling him with strength. Coldly interested only in the power his bride will bring, he can hardly believe when Myst the Coveted awakens him body - and soul.

When Lord Arthur Godwick learns his younger brother is up to his bollocks in debt to Regan Ferry, owner of The Pearl Hotel, he agrees to work off the tab...in her bed. Soon the handsome but troubled Arthur discovers he's a pawn in an erotic game of revenge - and nothing, including his lover, is what it seems.

I cultivated my shamelessness. I wore it as a badge of honor at my convent school, and I've been turning it into an art form at Alchemy, the club whose social media I manage. My boss, though? He's the most proper person I've ever met. No one would peg him as the finance director of a sex club. (I mean, no one's pegging him at all, which is probably his problem. #justsayin) I get it. He's a widower, single-parenting two little girls while holding down a massive job. He needs an outlet, something just for him.

I may be on the straight and narrow now, but my past self was anything but the picture-perfect good girl. When I am left with no choice but to return to my bad ways to help pull the family out of debt, I do it in style. Little did I know I would end up committing myself and my best friend to the devil himself—Dante Mendez—and his brother to pay back the debt, and in the process, I would end up falling into a world that isn't what it seems.

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.