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Jace: They call me vigilante because I make my own laws. Because I get retribution when there's none to be had. Because my name is Jace Mercy...but I show none. Freya: Stood up at the altar, I ran from everything familiar... and straight into trouble. Now I'm the lone witness to a backwoods execution. A wanted woman with a price on my head.

Rae: Imprisoned in my tower, shut away from the world, I lived in the pages of my books - and my fantasies. Then he rescued me. Made me his. He becomes the best daddy I've ever known - caring yet stern. Ryder: Kept captive her whole life, she's the perfect combination of beauty and innocence. I bring her to Limits, the high-end, exclusive, members-only club...my home. Now she's under my roof and my protection.

She’s Cinderella, but I’m no prince. I’m son to the richest mafia lord in Vegas. Heir to the throne under one condition: Find a wife, or I’ll do it for you. And I found her. But she is too good, too innocent. I’ll ruin her, but I can’t let her go. I lose my mind when she calls me daddy. When the clock strikes midnight, the party’s over. She better run, or my darkness will take over.

My orders are simple. Capture her. Marry her. Take her inheritance. Get rid of her. The bookish little recluse is worth more than she knows. She’s an unassuming librarian. I’m the brigadier of the Russian Bratva. She has no friends. I command a small army. She’s a modest woman. And now she’s mine.

I was hired to apprehend a monster - a dom who'd been sentenced to life for killing his submissive. I've seen what he's capable of, and the images will haunt me forever. I swore I'd stop at nothing to put him behind bars. But then our plane back to the States crashes. We are the only two survivors. And the monster will make me wish I'd died along with the rest of them....

Svali: Living on the dark mining planet of Kleedan, I saw only a bleak future. I sold my body to the men of Avalere, but it wasn't enough. I needed to do more. Desperate, willing to sacrifice anything to feed my mother and sister, I pretended to be one of the pure women of The Circle trained to be mated to the warriors. In so doing, I tricked the formidable Duke into marrying me. He must never learn of my deception, or my family and I are doomed.

He is a barbarian. A savage. I came to his world as a spy - and I was caught. Alone and defenseless, my fate is in his hands. He captured me, punished me, and claimed me as his mate. When I saw the little one in our midst, I was drawn to her beauty. She broke our laws and must pay the price, but I will let no harm come to her. She will belong to me, mine to enjoy as I please, and soon she will know the pleasure of surrendering to a warrior's mastery of her body.

They call me "The Beast" for a reason. Locked away in my cold, dark mansion overlooking the treacherous cliffs that haunt me, I want for nothing...except her. The moment she set foot in my lair, her fate was sealed. I will claim her, make her mine.... I'll be her daddy.

Tobias Creed likes things done his way, and he likes his women ready to submit. No strings attached. Until the night he meets the one woman who challenges him, practically begging to be taken over his knee. As a single mom to a child with special needs, Diana McAdams does things her way. She's in control and doesn't have time for love. Happily ever afters aren't for her. Then she meets the man who demands her submission....

Eighteen-year-old orphan Abigail Jones has been doing her best to survive while also saving money to put her younger sister through college one day, but when she takes up residence in an abandoned bunkhouse at a ranch she quickly ends up in trouble with the ranch's owner. After he catches Abigail trespassing, Clay Ashton scolds her thoroughly. He also makes it clear that she'll be coming back to his house for a proper meal, whether she likes it or not, and when the beautiful, sassy girl refuses to accept his charity he doesn't hesitate to take her over his knee for a sound spanking.

As the daughter of a well-to-do politician, Aida Perkins is accustomed to living in relative luxury, but everything changes the night she is carried off by Cole Clemens and his gang. The gruff, handsome outlaw makes it clear that she will be held for ransom until her father repays the debt he owes, and until then absolute obedience and total submission will be demanded of Aida.

It is human nature to create and compete. Both of these are brought together in sport. Many games began in distant eons and gradually adapted and became codified to those we know today. In this volume we celebrate, through the verse of so many well-known poets, sports of all kinds. Sports for the rich, sports for the poor and all manner in between. As Henry Newbolt would say, ‘Play up, play up, and play the game'.

I've been watching her for six years. Bianca White is sunshine and innocence. I'm the monster they whisper about in the dark. And she hates me, for good reason. I told myself I'd stay away. That I'd keep my distance and just make sure she was safe. But on the night of her college graduation, I have no choice. So I take her. I cage my little bird in the woods where no one can touch her. Where no one can take her from me.

I've hated Cavin McCarthy since the day he made me cry in a school closet. He was my tormentor. My nightmare. The cruel boy who turned my name into a punchline and my life into hell. Now? He's my fiancé. An arranged marriage neither of us wanted, brokered by families who deal in blood and power. I'd refuse if I could. But my sister is dying, and the McCarthy's hold the key to saving her life. So I'll walk down the aisle. I'll say the vows. I'll become Mrs. Cavin McCarthy. But I'll never forgive him.

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.

The moment I meet Ricco Montavio, my world tilts on its axis. Hotter than hell and maddeningly dominant, he’s suddenly in my world on the regular: in my massage studio, at my daughter’s preschool, on my front porch, in my every waking thought… Why me? I’m a rule follower. A single mom just trying to make ends meet who was not looking to hook-up with anyone… much less a King of the Boston Underworld who makes his own rules.

I should have known he was a monster when I betrayed him. I should have realized that in the ruthless world of the mafia, my actions would be met with punishment. But I fell for the wounded bad boy who knew just what I craved. Now, I am his possession, and he's determined to make me pay for my sins… On my knees. Bent over his desk. Tied to his bed. I shouldn't want this—shouldn't want him—yet part of me yearns to submit to his dark, depraved demands.

In the dark underworld of the Russian Bratva, I've finally claimed the object of my obsession: Lydia Ivanova. Beautiful and passionate, she's fire and ice, and I want her. I need her. Lydia is my prize. My spoils of war. Only she doesn't know that yet. Forced into marriage with me to protect her...

Savannah is beautiful. Brilliant. Brighter than a ray of sunshine. She's also way too young for me and practically family. But she's in trouble. When she witnesses a murder at the hands of a rival mafia, Savannah flees to the only safe refuge she knows—my family. My life is ordered. Careful. Disciplined. But when Savannah needs protection, I can't turn her away.

Born into the ruthless underworld, I've been cast aside. I'm locked in a cage of lies and betrayal, now framed for a crime I didn't commit. But then he came for me. Ollie Romanov, the savage enforcer, believes I'm a traitor. He's ruthless, merciless, and prepared to make me pay for my sins. To him, I'm nothing more than a pawn to punish. A traitor to be broken. Yet beneath the cold, brutal exterior, I see something more—a darkness that calls to my own. I shouldn't crave the twisted connection we share. I swear the man has no conscience… Except when it comes to me.