For one hundred and fifty years, I’ve been a Grim Reaper. Wandering the earth and rendering souls for the Soul Collector. People die, their souls must be gathered. Millions of souls. I did it without fail. Until I saw her. The demon of the underworld is not getting this one. Her sweet soul is mine. I keep her for myself. It causes a bit of a stir. The underworld is in a tizzy. Reapers come out of the woodwork to take me down. Not to mention the big bad Soul Collector. He’s a little pissed. So, I make a deal. If this human female can fall in love with me, I get to keep her. If not… I ...

He thinks I'm his. He thinks I was made for him. Made to please him. Made to follow his orders. I gulp as he towers over me. I think he's right. A whole lot happened at my first concert. I snuck backstage. Met the band. But when the lead singer made some unwanted moves, his rough and mean bodyguard stepped in and decided to protect me instead. Now I have a huge obsessive alpha male throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me up to the top of the jumbotron where we can finally be alone. Just me, him, and twenty thousand people below us as he claims what he keeps saying is his. I shouldn't ...

I hate Valentine’s Day. I know that sounds cliché. What millions of single women say to get through the tough day with a little dignity, but they don’t really hate it. They hate that they’re single. They don’t hate the actual day. Well, I do. I hate it, hate it, freaking wish it would die a slow painful death hate it. I hate it the way turkeys hate Thanksgiving, the way Santa’s elves hate Christmas, the way bartenders hate Saint Patrick’s Day. You see, my family owns a flower shop. So, Valentine’s Day has always been hell. But once I catch sight of Mr. London during a ...

I’ve been taken from my village, bound as a slave, and now I’m being thrown at the feet of the most deadly Gladiator in Roman history. I belong to Kaeso Vinicius now. I’m his prize. He gets to do whatever he wants to me and there’s nobody around to stop him. I tremble as I look up at the largest man I’ve ever seen. And the scariest. He’s so unlike the pretty-faced boys who chased me around the village. He’s rough-looking with scars all over and a hungry gleam in his dark possessive eyes, like he’s about to devour me whole. I did not picture my first time like this… So, why...

We’re old school on my oil rig. There’s no fancy equipment or high-tech computers, just brute strength with jacked muscles. A bunch of roughnecks stuck in the ocean for months at a time, working hard physical labor while trying not to kill each other. So what happens when an innocent angel with mesmerizing curves shows up at the rig in a boat? Everyone wants her, but she’s mine. It’s time to show these roughnecks who the true alpha of this oil rig is. And it’s time to show this beauty that she belongs in my possessive arms. She washed up on my rig, which means she’s mine. I’m ...

My brother is running my family’s company into the ground and there’s only one man I can turn to for help. Westin Cline. His business sense is as sharp as his looks. He’s the smartest man I know with a commanding presence that shakes me to my core. I want him to fix my family’s company. He will, for a price. One date. One night with me and he says he’ll make all my problems disappear. But it’s a lie. It’s not true. Because a new problem develops… What am I supposed to do with this obsessive alpha when I start to fall in love? It only takes one touch to turn Westin Cline into...

Stella The Ride or Die Bar isn’t much, but it’s the place I made my home. And the Heartlands Motorcycle Club is my family. It’s just another night at work until my home gets broken into. My family gets destroyed. It’s The Outlaws. They hit us hard. They take everything. But family bonds are strong and the Heartlands aren’t about to let this attack by a rival MC club go unpunished. That’s when they call in the reinforcements… When I first see Jaxon step off his chrome dragon, I know things will never be the same around here. He’s reckless. He’s impulsive. He’s ...

I was hired to paint a nude portrait, but my boss has specific tastes. She wants a certain kind of model. A magnum model if you know what I mean. When Cole Hunt walks into my studio and drops his robe... I realize I’m going to need a bigger canvas. And more paint. With those dark possessive eyes staring at me for the next couple of weeks, I’m going to need all the professionalism I can muster. Because my magnum model looks like he has more on his mind then just standing there politely… How many strokes will it take for this work of art? Mila will have both her hands full with this ...

Overworked CEO Nolan Cline needs a date for an exclusive charity gala. He thinks it's just going to be another boring work event until he sees the pretend girlfriend his sister set him up with... Because after seeing Arya Hendrix, he knows that nothing is ever going to be boring again...

What a crap day. I lost my audition, my brothers ditched me, and now, I’m stuck in an elevator with a stranger. Although, it’s not all bad. If I had to be stuck in here with someone, I’m glad it’s him. Jack Cavill. Rich powerful CEO. The kind of man who takes what he wants. And right now, he’s looking at me like I’m the next mountain he wants to conquer. Maybe I shouldn’t be so eager to get out of this broken elevator. This might be just what I need… Someone tell the fire department this was a false alarm. Because even though this elevator isn’t moving, things are about to...

I’ve always been known as a cold calculating killer. Feared by everyone who crossed my path. With good reason. There’s been a lot of blood over the years and not a lot of love. But when I see her… everything changes. Her warm smile thaws my cold heart. Her soothing touch calms my rage. My killing days are over. At least, I think they are… Until my girl needs my protection from the cruel men in her past. I become more ruthless and bloodthirsty than ever. And all the killing… All the blood… This time, it’s all for her. The alpha males of Heartlands Motorcycle Club are the most ...

Almost three centuries on this planet had not prepared me for this moment. Nothing could. How could you prepare yourself for the moment you lay eyes on perfection? How could decades of endless boredom ready you for the thrill of seeing the most stunning creature ever created?

With the man of the house away, it’s just another lazy day indoors—until it turns into something far naughtier. A young stud plans to spend the day gaming, but the woman who raised him has other ideas. She’s older, bolder, and burning with unrelenting desire. The family den becomes her playground, and her adult boy-toy is about to get the ride of his life. When she climbs onto his lap mid-match, teasing him with his hot mic still on, the stakes heat up. Will he keep his cool—or let his online friends hear everything?

My aim in golf is as good as my taste in guys—crooked and always getting me into trouble. That’s why I’m dreading this golf tournament that my boss is dragging me to. But when I’m shuffling through the forest on the third hole, I find something more than just my lost ball. I find Eli Cline. And he is the definition of trouble. It doesn’t take long for this possessive hottie to become full-blown obsessed with me, but I’m not about to make it easy on him. I’m going to torture him all day. But at night, it’s going to be a different story. Because I just might let this hot rich ...

The town of Cherry Falls is a lot of things, but exciting is not one of them. Which makes my job as a reporter for the town paper really freaking hard. The front page of the last issue featured a story about a raccoon who looked like Samuel L. Jackson. Not exactly thrilling. But when I’m forced to cover the new albino calf on the Cherry Blossom Ranch… I find out the meaning of thrilling. And it’s not the baby cow. It’s the rough, wild-looking rancher, Butch Steele. Every hair on my body stands straight up when I see the possessive way he’s staring at me with those fierce dark eyes...