They did more than just take me. They shared me. When I lost a bet to three burly oil rig roughnecks, having my bare ass blistered with one of their belts while my wrists were bound with another was just the start of the evening. By the time they were done, I was screaming through every savage climax as they ravaged me thoroughly. I didn't expect to see them again, but then I learned there are things much more shameful than being left with the seed of three infuriatingly sexy brutes still dripping from my well-used body.

He would have broken the rules for me. But he makes them. The first time Sebastian Winfield left me well-used and sore, I didn't know his name, let alone that he was a powerful billionaire, a friend of my father's, and... My new boss. But none of that kept him from bending me over his desk and spanking my bare ass until I promised to be a good girl.

He doesn't play by the rules. He makes them. The first time Dimitrios Nomikos made me scream his name, I'd run from him and he'd caught me, bared me, and spanked my ass bright red. The second time I was bound to his bed, naked and helpless as this billionaire Greek mafia kingpin who's known me since I was a little girl flipped me over and took me in the most shameful way possible. But I won't be running from him again tonight. Because today he made me his wife. Publisher's Note: The Boss is the first book in the Vengeful Empire series but can be read as a standalone.

When Caroline Randall showed up at my door with the Italian mob after her and nowhere else to go, I took her in. Then I took off my belt and taught her what happens to naughty girls who get themselves in over their heads and need their best friend's dad to bail them out.

When he invited me to join him for a drink, I thought Alessandro was an ordinary guest at my family's hotel. I didn't know I belonged to him until he told me right there in the restaurant. I thought I had a say in the matter. But when I stood up to leave, it just earned me a sore bottom for the plane ride to New York, where our wedding was already planned for the next day. But I was soaking wet for him before he even walked me down the aisle.

Kieran Murphy is an Irish mob boss and one of the most powerful men in Boston. When he walks me home, people step aside out of respect for him. He could have any woman he wants. So why does he have eyes only for me? Is it how he has to lift my chin with his fingers to keep my eyes level with his when he scolds me and how I cover my bottom instinctively when he tells me that I've earned a spanking? Or is it how I quiver at the thought of everything I'm too ashamed to beg him to do to me? Maybe it's all of those, but I'm pretty sure there's something else too.

Semyon Kopolov. Gorgeous and formidable. My childhood crush and brother’s best friend. They call him the Ice King—cold, ruthless, unforgiving. He’s the reason my mother’s dead. Now he’s my husband. Once he was my protector. The boy who carried me when I fell and swore to shield me from monsters. Until he became one.

Kane Romano is the most handsome, powerful man I’ve ever met. He’s also the man holding me captive. My asshole of a step-dad found himself on the wrong side of the mafia, and then offered me up in exchange for his life. How does he have the right? I’m 18 years old, and my step-dad doesn’t own me. The problem is, Kane Romano agrees. Everyone knows you don't fight with a Romano, unless you want to end up in an unmarked grave. I should be scared, but every time I look into those dark eyes, I feel safe and protected.

I thought I wanted the boy next door, until I figured out his dad is one of the real men I crave. Maybe it’s revenge. Maybe desires can only be repressed for so long. Maybe my brain is just a scrambled mess since my boyfriend cheated on me. This is the same boyfriend who’d insisted we wait until marriage, much to my dismay. The only thing that’s clear is that I’ve waited too long to be with a man, and now I want two of them… My ex’s dad and his friend, whose name I don’t even know. Does that mean I’m wired wrong? Maybe.

This isn't the first time I've imagined tearing Jenna's clothes off and reddening her ass with my belt, then pinning her to the bed and taking her so roughly she can't help screaming my name. But it's the first time it's about to really happen. Teaching my daughter's nineteen-year-old best friend all the ways a billionaire mobster can make a girl like her blush and beg and come would have been over the line even for me.

I wake up chained to the bed of a stranger. He says I’m his wife. I have nothing—no money. No friends. No escape. He’s everything I never imagined: ruthless, calculating, feared. A beautiful monster with a face like a god’s, cold and untouchable. A mafia kingpin whose wealth could buy empires and whose power makes the world tremble. My captor. My husband.

It was a one-night stand with a bratva boss. I never expected to end up pregnant. Or run into him again three years later at my friend’s wedding. He knows I’m hiding something, but he has no idea that 'something' is his son. Before he can question me, the wedding is ambushed. He forces me to go with him so he can keep me safe. I need to escape so I can get home to my son. Whatever happens, I can’t let him find out about Sasha.

He may be dangerous, but I can’t resist the urge to call him daddy. A secret kink I’ve never explored draws me to an underground club. My new friend and colleague is a regular member and convinces me to join her. What I didn’t know is the place is run by an Irish crime gang. Even worse, the leader of the gang takes an interest in me. Something tells me he’s not used to taking no for an answer. Devlin Murphy is six foot four of pure muscle, plastered in tattoos. He has dark eyes you could lose yourself in and an accent to die for.

My entire life changed when he walked into my father’s café in Tuscany…Il Mostro. The monster. The devilishly handsome mafia don Dario Rosolini. He and his brothers run this region… and they take everything they want. Including me. Although Dario has made clear that I am his and ONLY his. But I’ll fight back, no matter how hard it is. Not just because I’m afraid of him (although I am)… But because, deep down, I WANT him… And I know that giving in to him will ruin me forever.

"Please spank me, Daddy. Please make it hurt". Only a ruthless bastard would make an innocent virgin say those words when she came to him desperate for help, then savor every quiver of her voice as she begs for something so shameful. I didn't even hesitate. I made Keri Esposito's problems go away. Then I made her call me daddy. The image of that little bottom bare over my lap was more than I could resist, and the thought of her kneeling naked at my feet to thank me properly afterwards left me as hard as I've ever been.

In my world, I take what I want. Even her. I'm her godfather. I shouldn't be pushing her down to her knees and making use of that sassy mouth, let alone tearing her clothes off, belting her bare ass, and then ravaging her virgin body as she screams my name. But I'll do all of that and much more as I teach her what it means to belong to a man like me. Because I can. Because she's mine.

My body will burn with need. My mind will go mad with lust. Then he’ll consume my soul. I thought I knew how to handle a man like him, but there are no men like him. Though he is a billionaire, when he desired me he did not try to buy me, and when he wanted me bared and bound he didn’t call his bodyguards. He did it himself, even as I fought him, because he could. He told me soon I would beg him to ravage me…and I did. But it wasn’t the pain of his belt searing my naked backside that drove me to plead with him to use me so shamefully I might never stop blushing.

I am done with hockey boys. Well, at least done dating them. I can't cut them out of my life completely. Needing a fresh start after heartbreak, I moved halfway across the country. A one-night stand seemed like the perfect palate cleanser before I began my new life. That was until I saw those striking green eyes staring back at me from the podium on my first day as a reporter for the Indy Speed hockey team. I've done some stupid things, but unknowingly sleeping with Maddox freaking Sterling lands at the top of the list.

Six years ago strangers broke into my house while I was home alone. I hid, but one of them found me. I expected death, but he spared me. I thought it was over … except for the nightmares. But he was only waiting for me to ripen to his taste. I’m not the first girl he’s taken to sate his dark hunger, but I will be the last.

I know I shouldn't want the girl next door. It's not fitting for a single dad or a fertility doctor of my reputation. Plus, I need a nanny… last minute. She's the only one who can help me out. When I finally work up the nerve to ask her, she's out on the driveway arguing with her parents. Something about her having a fiancé? Damn…But then they're all looking at me. And I'm suddenly accidentally fake engaged!?! So I'll play her fiancé.

Alissa Maravilla has spent her life playing it safe. She gave up her dream of being a professional musician for the steady, predictable world of nursing at a Chicago hospital. No risks. No chaos. Just straight lines and sensible choices. Until she meets Maddox Hathaway. The moment Alissa steps into his enigmatic haberdashery, she feels the shift—his piercing gaze, his effortless charm, his debonair style. Maddox is temptation wrapped in silk and sin, and when he invites her into his world, she can’t resist.

I can still remember the moment I first heard Cyrus Holt's deep, commanding voice. I didn't know who he was or about the life he'd left behind. I was just a trembling orphan on the run from a monster, and he was the man offering me shelter and not giving me a choice about it. This boss of bosses didn't assign someone else to watch over me. He slept on the floor next to my bed when I woke up scared, then spanked me like a naughty little girl when I lied to him. He could have claimed me that night, ravaging me without mercy or remorse. But he didn't.

She's made herself queen at this school. It's time I put her on her knees. Blaire Conrad isn't just the most popular girl at Stonewall Academy. She's a queen who reigns over her subjects with an iron fist. But she's made me an enemy, and I don't play by her rules. I make the rules, and I punish my enemies. She'll scream and beg as I strip her, spank her, and force one brutal climax after another from her beautiful little body, but before I'm done with her, she'll beg me shamefully for so much more. It's time for the king to teach his queen her place.

Earth has been conquered. They will be, too. This box set brings together all four scorching-hot, savagely sexy books of the Vakarran Captives series.

Look, I’m not going to lie and tell you life is all roses and champagne. Although as a high-end escort, I do get a lot of those. Do you know what else I get? Dubious clients, stalkers, some really uncomfortable positions (and I mean that literally), not to mention the exhausting amount of lies I have to tell on a daily basis. Thing is, beneath this whole veneer I’ve created, lives an everyday, almost pushing thirty, independent woman who wouldn’t mind settling down with someone who can handle her.

He's the most dangerous man in Chicago—and I'm his newest obsession. Dark emerald eyes. Black tattoos. A killer's smile… god, that smile… When I'm dragged to a secretive nightclub, the last thing I expect is to find myself in the owner's back office. But after he rescues me from a drunken creep, that's exactly where I end up.

The moment we felt the mate bond, Kaci had only one choice to make: surrender to instinct and bear our pups like a good girl or force us to chase her down, belt her ass, and breed her hard. She chose hard, and she got it. Over and over again. But the truth is she was ours long before we marked her.

Aeris Relera has always drawn the short end of the stick in life—a self-absorbed ex, neglectful parents, and a past that continues to haunt her. When she's down on her luck one night, a mysterious knight in shining armor—or, more realistically, a knight in hockey shoulder pads—saves her from a few too many tequila shots.

I'm having a hard time. And no, that's sadly not an innuendo. Depression is slipping back into my life like a toxic ex, and I know I need to do something before it consumes me. So when I run into the man of my dreams on my first attempt to get out of the house, it feels like fate.

When his former hockey coach passes away, Declan Cadell is shocked to learn the man left him a cattle ranch. Well, not exactly. He's got one little hurdle to jump first. He has to win a trivia contest against the man's estranged daughter. Oh, and there's a caveat: he's only in the running if he lives and works with the spoiled princess who blew off one of the greatest men he's ever known. As if it wasn't hurtful enough that Seraphina Crutchley's biological father replaced her with a bunch of sweaty hockey boys, now he's forcing her to vie for her inheritance with one of them.