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The last thing I expect when I meet the new guy at work is for my life to be thrown into chaos. I've spent years hiding my attraction to men, but Luka is funny, outgoing, and for reasons I can't explain, he sees past my introverted nature and wants to be friends. I've never felt a connection with anyone like I do with Luka. He makes me want to open up and share the parts of myself I usually keep hidden. I don't want to make things awkward between us, but the more I try to get over my feelings, the harder it is to stay away.

Killian Barclay has had enough heartache to last a lifetime, and he has no more need for love—earning him the reputation of a broody Scot and eventually turning his famous ancestral home into a den of iniquity. It doesn't take long for tales of his raunchy house parties to reach the rest of his family, though, inspiring them to hatch a plan to shake Killian out of his routine.

I'm young, carefree, and my job as the assistant to Holt, manager and owner of the Goliaths of Wrestling, means I'm surrounded by half-naked beefcake wrestlers all day. Of course, I'm going to be interested in… getting to know them all better. It would be, like, illegal for me not to lust after them all, right? There's just one hurdle I have to get over first before I can… get to know the wrestlers in the way I want. And that hurdle makes me really, really freaking nervous.

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.

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.

Everybody knows Logan O'Toole, world famous porn star. Except then Devi Dare pops into my world, and pretty soon I'm doing things that aren't like me - like texting her with flirty banter and creating an entire web porn series just so I can get to star in her bed. Again. And again. With Devi, my entire universe shifts, and the more time I spend with her, the more I realize that Logan O'Toole isn't the guy I thought he was. So maybe I'm not the guy you thought I was either.

Raffaele Ferrara is probably the most insufferable, domineering man in the world. He doesn’t seem to understand that his personal assistant isn’t actually his personal slave. He expects Nate to do his bidding with a single word. He expects that Nate’s whole life will revolve around him. He expects other, entirely unreasonable things, even though they’re both straight and there’s supposed to be a line your boss should never cross. Apparently, as his personal assistant, Nate has to assist him… personally.

I bought a club in Boston to start over, to drown out the screams of my past with thumping bass and dim-lit pleasures. It was supposed to be simple—remodel the mess, retrain the staff, and open the doors. Then she took the stage. Now, we're locked in a battle of wills, and I can't decide if I want to pin her against the nearest wall or make her beg for mercy. Either way, she's under my skin. Every time she flashes that defiant smile, I feel the world tilt on its axis, and I'm not sure if I'm falling for her—or falling apart. The more I push, the more she pulls.

I dedicated my entire life to ballet, and what did it get me? A limp, an intact v-card, and zero job prospects. Squatting in my sister's apartment, watching game shows, and feeling sorry for myself seems like an ideal way to pass the time until I figure out what to do next. Unfortunately, my father doesn't agree. Thanks to him, I'll now be spending my days stapling pieces of paper together at his architecture firm, under the watchful eye of his business partner.

You can’t raise a girl in a glass house and expect her not to notice the cracks. Daisy Madden has always been the good girl. Quiet. Watchful. Sheltered by wealth, expectation, and her mother’s iron will. But when she moves into Holt Manor after her final year of school, everything shifts. The house holds secrets. The people in it hold power. And Daisy—who has always watched from the outside—finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of desire, control, and unraveling. There’s Marcus Holt, the golden boy she’s always loved.

She caught my attention when she shouldn't have. My sweet, little temptation has made it to the top of Santa's naughty list, and rather than a lump of coal, she'll be getting a collar and a prison of my making for Christmas. I'm about to wrap this beautiful, seductive gift up and devour her for the holidays. Who says Santa doesn't deliver your deepest, darkest desires?

Abducted from a life of privilege, she was sold into slavery in a distant land. For Lady Janet Leslie there would be no escaping the harem of the wealthy and powerful Sultan Selim. But from the moment the handsome ruler spied his breathtaking "Cyra," he was captivated—by the fiery desire that coursed through his veins. She belonged to him, body and soul-yet it was he who was enslaved.

Master Ford loves his life. He’s respected in his club, has his choice of boys to play with, and is happy staying single. When the club owner asks him to take in two abused boys, Ford reluctantly agrees. But when one doesn’t even talk, and the other is a bundle of hostility, Ford wonders if he’s in over his head.

Michael Gallo found his calling in life; he wants to kick ass. He works at Inked as a piercer, but spends his mornings training and dreaming of winning an UFC championship. Michael is on the road to achieving his goal when a chance encounter alters his world forever. The title is no longer enough; he must capture the woman of his dreams.

Peartree House. A home where girls were taught discipline. A home where they were taught how to please powerful men. But I was different. I never understood why I wasn't trained like the other girls, but I was content with being a shadow no one noticed. Until that changed, and a man with a black heart claimed me for himself. He told me he'd never love me, and that my only use was to please him and give him an heir. He was cruel. Vicious. A man I hated with every part of me. A man I could never fall in love with. Or so I thought...

Uma história de amor proibido que vai mexer com seu conceito de certo e errado. Depois de afundar na dor de uma grande perda, padre Benício abre mão do passado para viver dentro da calmaria de uma igreja. Dedicar-se a um bom propósito traz alívio e sentido à sua existência. Porém, tudo fica desconexo quando conhece Maria Luísa, uma recém-viúva cheia de mistérios que envolvem um assassinato, dona de olhos escuros que levam o padre à beira do precipício e faz com que entre em contato com seu lado mais sombrio.

Some guys take the easy way out. Not me. I work hard and I work out even harder. My sister would like to see me settled down with a family, but running a successful gym while building a fitness empire takes time, sweat, and discipline—three things I can't afford to spare even for a chance at happy ever after. Then the new yoga instructor struts into my gym looking like the ultimate cheat day.

Morning Glory Milking Farm was just another quick tug-machine operated facility, no different from all the rest. Sure, they had big pharma money and special hands-on amenities the other milking joints couldn't boast, but at the end of the day it was the same old story—cash he didn't actually need in the bank, all for doing what he would have done for free anyway. Get in, get out, get on with his day. At least, that's what he thought.

I never claimed to be a saint. But it wasn't until I found myself in cuffs that I learned the damage I was capable of. The only sunshine on those gray prison days came in the form of letters from a hopeful teenager with a quick wit. But the letters weren't addressed to me. They were meant for my bastard cellmate, who'd sooner toss them on the floor with the rest of his trash. So, I picked them up, read them, and wrote back, signing each letter, Love, Dad.