First I called him doctor. Then he made me call him Daddy. We've been friends for two years, but last night, Aaron York took my temperature. The embarrassing way. I was running a slight fever, and he's a medical professional, but we both know that isn't the real reason Aaron pulled my panties down and slid the thermometer in while I squirmed and blushed. Now I'm waiting in his office, bare and on display for a very thorough, intimate examination. But it's not because he's my doctor. It's because he's my Daddy.

When the stern, handsome Irishman who has become her online daddy dom moves to New York to start a new job, Lacey Porter is shocked to discover that not only has he been hired by the company where she works, he will actually be her boss. Though the idea of being taken over her strict daddy's knee for a bare bottom spanking when she's been naughty leaves Lacey's panties soaked, the thought of such a thing finally happening in real life is as terrifying as it is exciting.

When I finally gathered the courage to run from the man who turned my life into a living nightmare, all I wanted was to escape. I never dreamed I would find myself in the arms of not one but two of the hottest men I’ve ever laid eyes on. When I’m their good girl, they spoil me rotten. Even when I’ve been naughty, they make me feel cherished and loved. But my past isn’t so easily left behind. The man I escaped isn’t going to let me go without a fight, and the only thing my new Daddies require to keep me safe is the one thing I can’t give them—my trust.

Dani had always been a lone wolf and she had no desire to join a pack, but that didn't matter to a true alpha wolf like Mason Daniels. When he finds out that human hunters have been threatening Dani, he puts his mark on her. Unfortunately, the hunters are foolish enough to disregard his mark, and Dani is captured. After Mason and his pack rescue her from certain death, Dani is given no choice about joining Mason's pack for her own protection.

Gretchen Williams had finally been offered her dream job. After years of writing - screenplays, various freelance jobs, and erotic spanking romance - one of her book series had been adapted for television. She had been over the moon at the invitation to join the crew on set and overlook day to day operations.

Meet Randi Burnett—she’s brilliant, she’s beautiful, and she works for the bride. Missing groom? Intoxicated in-laws? Crying ring-bearer? You name it, she wrangles it. Too bad her personal life isn’t thriving like her side gig as a bridesmaid for hire. Recently dumped, Randi throws herself into her biggest challenge yet when she’s hired as a maid of honor and pretend best friend for an ice queen bride. There’s just one problem—the best man is infuriating, overprotective, and anti-marriage.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

I'm addicted to my stalker. He watches me at night, sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder, getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.