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 ...

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...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 only supposed to be one night. A thousand dollars to pretend to be Nolan Cline’s girlfriend. How could I say no to that? I was probably the only virgin escort on the planet, but Mr. Cline didn’t have to know about my lack of experience for the job. All I had to do was hang onto his arm, smile, and look presentable to the rich CEO billionaire’s friends and coworkers. It was all great until I saw the possessive and territorial look in Nolan’s eyes when he first spotted me in my red dress… Then, I knew that there wouldn’t be any pretending between us. It started in the limo...

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 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...

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’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 ...

What’s worse than being stranded on a desert island? Being stranded on a desert island with a freaking hitman! I’m a stewardess working on a private jet when in walks the Brambilla Family of mobsters. They’re my new passengers. But there’s someone else on the plane and he’s not here for the peanuts. When I’m serving the wrinkly old Mr. Salvatore Brambilla a double gin and tonic with an orange slice, this maniac assassin pops out and shoots up the place. The plane goes down and we go down with it. Now, I’m stranded on a desert island in the middle of the ocean with a psychotic ...