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 ...

“Time to bet,” he says as they start unbuttoning their shirts. I’m stuck in Vegas after my brother’s wedding. It’s just one night by myself. I was planning to lay low until I wandered into a Casino and they spotted me. Jack and Jax. Real estate billionaires from New York who share everything. These possessive alpha males take what they want and right now they look like they want to take me. Vegas is meant for gambling, but I never thought I’d be gambling with my heart. Should I go all-in with a pair of Jacks? This time OTT brings you TWO Over-The-Top alpha males who take one ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

My father blew up my life. Shattered it. Destroyed it. Kicked it in the balls. He caused a worldwide scandal for my family and now there’s nowhere safe for me to go. So, I flee New York City and hide in Bridgeworth Pines. It’s a small town in the middle of Connecticut. I’m living with my crazy aunt while struggling with my new job at the local bakery. It’s going great, thanks. But it gets much better when my boss’s son Malcolm walks in. He’s turning everything around. Including me. Twisting and bending me over the counter in more positions than I can count. The ovens aren’t ...

It was all a big misunderstanding. I swear. I know most people in prison say the same thing, but in my case, it’s true. The gun wasn’t mine. The drugs weren’t mine. But luckily, the hot domineering lawyer is all mine. Mr. Liam Garret. He’s come to save me. He’s going to make all my problems go away. Because there’s no one as persuasive as Mr. Garret. Believe me, I know. After only a few minutes of being in the same room as him, he persuaded me to… Actually, I’m going to plead the fifth on that one. My lawyer is advising me to remain silent. So, I’ll remain silent for him. ...

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 ...

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...

I work on a luxury yacht and it’s the perfect job. Amazing scenery and luxurious accommodations, but not so good for keeping a relationship alive. The guests come and go and I exist behind a wall of politeness. Hiding behind a customer service barrier where no can see the real me. Until he comes onto my yacht. Luke Cline. The most dominant commanding male I’ve ever seen. He sees me. He tastes me. And for the first time in my life, all my barriers and walls come crashing down. Luke Cline is heading to the Caribbean for work and he’s about to show the beautiful First Mate on his yacht ...

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...

I watch him from the beach everyday. Bodhi Slater cuts through the giant Hawaiian waves like he was born to surf. He’s gorgeous. That shaggy hair. Those dark eyes. Mmmmmm…. And his shredded tattooed body is pure perfection. Every twist on his surfboard shows off a new ab muscle that I didn’t even know existed. I thought I was too large for him, but one look at me and this rich billionaire surfer becomes obsessed. Who knew that Bodhi Slater likes his girls with curves? He’s a possessive alpha who owns the island and gets whatever he wants. But what happens when all he wants is me? ...

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 ...

I’ve been awake for centuries, but I only came alive when I saw her. Her smell drifted through the castle and hit me so hard my legs nearly buckled. Blood. But not just regular old blood. Virgin blood. My fangs were on fire. They were burning with need. But it wasn’t just her virgin blood that I craved. It was her. Her helpless body with the deadly curves was tempting me like never before. 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...

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 ...