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Romance is not in Wade Mason’s portfolio. This is tragic. It’s unfair that a man so maddeningly gorgeous—an architect with a deliciously squarish jaw, adorably dimpled chin, and the hottest black glasses that straddle the line between professional and provocative—rebukes all things love. I knew this well before I walked into his office.

Blaire Gibson knows better than to have one-night stands. She prides herself on her decision-making skills. It’s the one asset that has never let her down. But even the best thinkers have weaknesses. Hers is a delicious business mogul with a quick tongue. Unfortunately for her, that tongue is good for more than just talking.

Max Stinton is the sinfully gorgeous villain whose company torpedoed my life eight years ago. Arrogant. Charming. Steely eyed. We meet again when I accidentally fix his car instead of trashing it (like I should have). Do I get a thank you and a bouquet of flowers? Nope. In return for my auto repair, Mr. Hotshot traps me in a draconian contract. The terms are simple—become the face of Stinton Auto and my daughter remains a secret from his awful family. Protecting my daughter is what I live for and loathing Stinton Group is the air I breathe.

“How did you get in here?” That’s not what you want to hear when you’re staring into the sea-green eyes of the hottest man you’ve ever seen. Yet I suppose it’s a fair question, considering I’m an uninvited stranger standing in Boone Mason’s kitchen. If you think that’s bad—just wait. It gets worse. This charming and wealthy playboy, who can’t pay his bills on time or find his way to the grocery store (but we all have flaws, right?), is sweet. Confident. Playful. He’s almost perfect. And, to make matters worse … He’s smitten with me.

“I had to sneeze.” I should’ve taken her insurance information and driven off like any reasonable CEO with places to be would. She crashed into my car, for heaven’s sake. Because she had to sneeze. What did I do? I didn’t get in my car and drive away if that’s what you’re thinking. Nope. I stuck around. I could suggest I stayed because she needed help, but the truth? She was really, really hot.

The Mason Family Series is a heartwarming series featuring strong alpha males and the heroines that bring them to their knees. With both heart and heat, the Mason family enjoys fan-favorite tropes such as office romance, enemies to lovers, second chance, millionaire heroes, and more.

A Christmas road trip? Disaster ahead, Garrett. I know I messed up when I broke Rory’s heart eight months ago. I also know we can’t spend more than ninety minutes together without everything crumbling, and the drive back to Pine Harbour is six times that long. Too bad leaving Rory behind—or for good—just isn’t an option. Whether she likes it or not, I’m her guy. Her ride home.

My brother warned me. Don’t touch Branch Best. They might be teammates and best friends, but Branch is a heartbreaker. The smirk. The swagger. His playboy reputation is well earned. So obviously, I was drawn to the red flag like a wide receiver to an end zone.

For the past six months, Loren Calla's life has consisted of one simple objective: stay alive. With the help of her new friends and the love of a ruthless Darkslayer, she has defied the odds. But with the Veil rapidly falling, and swarms of bloodthirsty creatures invading Yveswich, survival has once again stepped beyond her reach. Pushed into a war between worlds, she must ask herself a question: what—or who—is she willing to sacrifice for victory? For love?

The night he savagely claimed my innocence, I didn't expect him to return as my archenemy, claiming my freedom… and the baby he didn't know we had. I thought we were meant for each other, but "we" were taboo. Because he's my brother's best friend and the heir of our merciless rival. A walking, talking Greek god… the first and only man who ever tasted me. Then tragedy struck and unleashed the beast in him. He returns years later as a ruthless monster, hellbent on revenge. And I'm determined to keep my most precious secret from him: Our sweet baby girl.

THE BIG BAD BULLY DOESN’T FALL FOR HIS PREY. Even if she smells like nutmeg, honey, and sin. Even if her chaos and color drips into your black-and-white discipline—and leaves it bleeding. I was raised in a pack that worshipped bloodlines and power. Humans were beneath us—soft, fragile, fleeting things. Fine for entertainment. Never for mating. Especially not for me, heir to one of the most ruthless alphas in the world.

The enemies targeting their pride are going to attack any moment. As the only submissive amongst the Wyverns, Christine knows they’ll come at her first, believing she's their weakness. Their mistake. Hunter Hart, ex-Head Enforcer of the Vergas pack, lives on borrowed time. After betraying his family, he needs to get out of the continent, or die. But there’s one thing he intends to do, dangerous as it is. Meet his god-daughter, Lola.

My mother taught me the rules of being a mafia princess. Don't ask stupid questions. Smile even when it hurts. Stay pretty and pure and perfect. Following the rules got her killed. So I do the one thing my mother couldn't: I run, leaving my fiancé at the altar, my throne empty, and my life behind. Five years later, I stumble back home looking for answers... and instead, they find me. The ex, the bodyguard, and the billionaire. Kings of the city, sitting on a stolen throne. They've changed all the rules. They don't want a pretty, polite princess. They demand a queen.

I went to Vegas to get married, only she married someone else, so why shouldn’t I do the same? It’s the best way to stop public speculation about my jilted groom status. But even better, something about Shay has flipped a switch inside me—suddenly I can write music again. Only my new little wifey isn’t thrilled about our marriage. She says drunken mistake. I say best night ever. Of course I’m right, and I’ll use everything I’ve got to convince her.

Kidnapped, tortured, and chained to a wall… It's not at all how I imagined meeting the love of my life. Music has always been my passion, but as soon as I see Talia Medvedev, I know things have changed. I become obsessed, and instead of the familiar black-and-white keys, it's her body I want to play—her moans, the beautiful music I want to hear. She quickly becomes my reason for breathing, and I'll do anything to protect her, even if that means making the biggest sacrifice of my life.

I slapped Gio Volante when he told me he'd be making me his bride today. But he just yanked my panties down, spanked me with his belt, then bound my hands with it and made me come hard.

He was never supposed to touch me. I was never supposed to love him. But some lines don’t stay drawn. I live in a world of rules and expectations, where obedience is survival and love is a liability. I was the innocent one. The youngest sister. Sheltered by my brothers and kept far away from the family’s darker affairs. Until him. He’s dangerous. Nameless. Obsessive. Mine for one stolen hour a week, and every time he leaves me, he takes a piece of me with him.

After I put my ring on her finger and told her she was mine, Olivia Volante tried to storm out, but when I pinned her to the wall and spanked her, I didn't just find her wearing no panties. I found her soaking wet. Because her body isn't giving her any more choice about belonging to me than I did. That's why my virgin bride is bucking and writhing and coming hard for me as I ravage her amidst the remnants of the wedding dress I just cut off. And why I made her my wife in the first place.

She called me a liar and a whore. I was chained like an animal, beaten and marked while my own mother’s lover raped me and made me HIS. I tried to tell her, but she wouldn’t listen. She allowed this monster into our home, this is her doing. She’s dead to me. But Brock? Oh he’s going to get what’s coming to him. All that fear, all that pain I have felt… I turned it into absolute rage. I’m not the same broken girl he used to know. I’ll show him who the broken one really is.

I was cursed. It wasn't an exaggeration. It wasn't even dramatics—though I was prone to those. It was a fact. And a sucky one at that. After inheriting my grandmother's home, I thought my luck had turned around. A fresh start in the one place where I'd found solace from my cruel father. But I was cursed, remember? So rather than a quiet life, I faced mysteries, con artists, disastrous dates, stoned witches, magicks, and evil organizations out to do evil things. And a house that was haunted.