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...

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’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...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

“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 ...

This vacation sucks. How can an all-expenses paid vacation on the stunning island of Maui suck? Easy. Try going with my crazy co-workers. You’d hate it too. But that all changes when we show up for our helicopter tour. The hot dominant pilot takes one look at me and gets over the top obsessed. It doesn’t take long before I’m kidnapped. Stolen away in a helicopter that’s heading to a secluded part of the island where there’s no escaping. Not that I’d want to… This vacation from my vacation is just what I needed. And Jack Caine is just who I want. This high-flying alpha will ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 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 ...

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 ...

What a crap day. I lost my audition, my brothers ditched me, and now, I’m stuck in an elevator with a stranger. Although, it’s not all bad. If I had to be stuck in here with someone, I’m glad it’s him. Jack Cavill. Rich powerful CEO. The kind of man who takes what he wants. And right now, he’s looking at me like I’m the next mountain he wants to conquer. Maybe I shouldn’t be so eager to get out of this broken elevator. This might be just what I need… Someone tell the fire department this was a false alarm. Because even though this elevator isn’t moving, things are about to...

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 ...