Melita continues to display reluctance while attending the Napa Valley Body Awareness Resort, an exclusive BDSM school. Caught between trying to please her fiance and holding onto her moral values, Melita battles an internal debate as to whether or not she can make it through to graduation. Classes have just begun, though, and she still has a long way to go. This is part two of a trilogy.

Melita has lived a charmed life, raised sheltered by her family and romanced by her best friend Liam through her teen years. Her world is turned upside down when she is sent to New York to meet the man she has been promised to, handsome multibillionaire Jack Kemble. Leaving behind everything she's ever known for a man she's never met proves to be more challenging than Melita could have imagined, especially when Jack requests that she spend a week at a BDSM school in California.

There was an uneasy feeling in my chest as I stared down at the submissive questionnaire that Damien Reed had given me. Learning about BDSM would put our relationship on a completely different level - a level I had wanted so badly since first setting eyes on him. Damien was handsome, dominant, caring, and still a complete anomaly to me. More than anything, I wanted to unravel his mystery-and become a part of it. This was the next phase of our relationship. The phase where I was more than just his student. The phase of commitment. But it came at a price.

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Cheyenne Grear was looking forward to college. High school boys were lame and immature. College would provide a smorgasbord of sexy educated men who would be dying to vie for her attention. At least, that's what she hoped. What actually happened was far from her imagined reality. She never expected to fall for someone much older and totally inaccessible.

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.

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.

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.