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Country’s hottest bad boy. That’s what they call me. My label ate it up until I became “too bad” for the good folks of country music. That’s when Hard Candy Records picked me up and took a chance on me. Probably not their smartest move, but I won’t tell them that. Especially when they’ve assigned me a babysitter to try and keep my ass out of trouble. One smart-mouthed, unimpressed, sexy-as-homegrown-sin Addy Mae Masterson.

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.

They call him the executioner. Some say monster. Dishonorably discharged from the military, he runs a highly secret, clandestine operation, and has everything I need to find the justice I crave. Power players at his disposal. An insatiable hunger for justice. A reckless disregard for the law. I offer him my skills, but that's not what he wants... He wants me. And Cain Master always gets what he wants.

A violent underground fighter and a Bratva boss, Lev Melnikov, is a walking red flag, but I can't stay away. I need him to teach me how to fight so I can protect myself. Our arrangement is simple… until it's not. Being close to him and feeling his sweaty body against mine makes it impossible to not want more. And once I start touching, I can't stop. I know he's dangerous. I know I should stay away. But I also know I won't, because every part of me is already his. He just needs to take it.

I'll give her my ring to claim my crown. Vittoria DeSanto leaves me no choice. What she knows could destroy me, destroy my family, and I won't allow that. She's homeless, penniless, and powerless. I’ll give her the life of a mafia princess. Anything she desires will be hers…except her freedom. Because our marriage will make me the boss of the Rossi crime family. My word is law. All must respect my authority, especially Vittoria. The stubborn woman will learn. Her place is by my side, in my bed. Over my knee.

Foster child. Teenage whore. Now a veterinarian, MacKensie turned her life around, but scars remain. She saves her affection for the animals who never judge or scorn her, but it's time to move on from her past in Iowa. So, she arranges a vacation exchange to job hunt in Seattle. Although the house is lovely, one room is locked. Foster care left her with two ‘gifts’: a neurosis about locked doors and the ability to open them. Once inside the room, she's appalled…and intrigued. Chains and manacles, whips and paddles, odd benches with straps…

Vaughn is the rugged, single dad CEO who’s ready to get down and dirty to get what he wants. And what he wants… is her. I used to live a life of leisure, with caviar, champagne, and a closet full of designer clothes. Now I’m working two minimum-wage jobs, wondering if I’ll make rent next month. And it’s my own fault. The last thing I need? Some self-important patron at the restaurant where I work to look me up and down with those ice-blue eyes, lift an arrogant eyebrow, and tell me to run along and fetch him his sandwich.

I left for my “honeymoon” solo but came home married to a rock star. Oh boy. My entire world collapses a week before my wedding. My ex is not the man I thought he was, and I have the shiner to prove it. Heartbroken, I board my honeymoon flight alone and spend my days sitting on the beach, wondering how I never saw it coming. Enter Mal. I’m not sure how I didn’t recognize the biggest guitar player in the world. I just know I feel safe in his arms, and he’s as different from my ex as can be—gentle, giving, spontaneous…

What happens during a Vegas residency doesn’t stay in Vegas. Not when you hate your rock star boss. I don’t know what crawled up my drum tech’s ass, but I’m over Alice’s bullsh *t. She works for me. So next time she sets up my drumkit, I don’t want to hear her snarky comments or muttered insults. Her shapely little body doesn’t make up for her smart mouth. No matter how curvy it is. Or how pouty her full lips are. Dammit. Just because I’m her boss and we hate each other doesn’t mean we have to play by the rules.

Kirill's book.

Welcome to the world of the Mason family—where success runs in the blood, trouble is never far behind, and falling in love is the one thing no one sees coming. The Masons have built an empire from the ground up. From boardrooms and blueprints to sold-out arenas and small-town streets, they're...

There are two types of secrets in life: the ones we choose to hide from others and those we choose to hide from ourselves. Secrets reveal themselves eventually. Hearts heal, but sometimes, they're forced to break... again.

Beau Romano was always the annoying boy who teased me when we were kids... But we're not kids anymore. Things have changed between us ever since I started college. He's kind of become my guy bestie. With him, things are just easy. And everything with my father is finally going great for once. That's until Hunter Cash walks back into my life…

I'm done playing by my father's rules. Lex Edwards may rule the business world, but he no longer controls me. We did, however, come to one agreement—I'm allowed to take a gap year before college to travel through Europe. But, one year to the day, I must return home. On my travels, I met April. She's like me—escaping life back home until we're both forced to go back. April offers me a place to stay, and since I'm broke and in dire need of a job, I'll take anything over going back to my controlling father. That's when I'm offered an opportunity I can't possibly refuse.

Evie Quinn is a survivor, but she's tired of being a pawn in everyone else's game. She never asked to be the heir to the fae throne, a walking, otherworldly bridge for the gods, or the hottest bachelorette in the supernatural realms. But here she is—dodging dozens of random marriage proposals...

Pros of marrying a stranger at first sight: a fresh start, a cute new small town home, and an escape from my spectacular disaster of a life. Cons: one bed, one extremely grumpy husband, and zero chemistry. (That last part was a lie.) Gideon Mars made it very clear he didn’t want a wife. I made it very clear I didn’t need a husband. We shook on it, signed the paperwork, and agreed to share one bed like two reasonable adults who were absolutely not attracted to each other. Listener, we were not reasonable adults.

He’s her billionaire boss. The arrogant grump who shouldn’t even know she exists. And the man who just gave her an offer I can’t refuse. Nikki Jordan needed a job. Rome Blakely needed a date—someone polished, convincing, and willing to keep his overbearing family off his back at every stuffy event on his calendar. It's a business transaction. Clean, professional, temporary. Except nothing about Rome Blakely is clean or simple, and Nikki has never been great at keeping things professional. She's supposed to smile on his arm, sell the story, and collect her paycheck.

First of all, that was a lie. I was far too interested in Willow—aka Chaos—Doyle. Second of all, she was my best friend’s sister-in-law. Which was a big freaking problem. She was light and I was far too much darkness for the likes of her. I was too paranoid and controlling because I’d learned very few people could be trusted. Not my family. Not my former job with the Army. I could barely breathe around all the lies I’d been fed in my life. Being alone was safer. Until she showed up at my door in trouble.

I met him the night three men tried to hurt me. Sasha Melnikov appeared wearing a skull mask... beautiful, brutal, merciless. He made sure they never would again. Then he looked at me. And every instinct screamed to run. But instead of killing me, he took me home. He said I was safe. He lied. Because safety doesn't watch you like you're something to be consumed. It doesn't make you crave the very thing that could destroy you. He's danger wrapped in devotion, violence made human, and I can't seem to stay away.

I’M THE WOLF BORN TO DESTROY HER PACK. I've spent years building toward one goal—bringing down the pack that brainwashed my mother and ordered me dead. It’s my sole focus and I don't get distracted. Not when I have dreams of a woman with hair like starlight. Not when I discover she’s an...