She was a princess in name only—until she claimed the throne between the sheets. Princess Alira has endured weeks of a cold, ceremonial marriage to a man who treats her as little more than a diplomatic trophy. Prince Kestrel doesn't see her as a woman with hunger, agency, or fire—only as a wife to be displayed. But Alira is done playing by royal rules. In one bold, unforgettable night, she flips the power dynamic, humiliates her indifferent husband, and calls upon the only man who has ever looked at her with desire: Captain Verek, her sworn protector. It’s not rebellion. It’s ...

When Nisha’s husband shares his “hall pass” fantasy, she can’t stop thinking about what that means for their relationship. But when Julian skips their couple’s yoga class and she’s paired with a random new guy named Caleb, she can’t stop thinking about the stranger’s body. In fact, she comes back for more, impossibly drawn to him as he helps her work through the poses and stretch deeper than ever before. Nisha is consumed by guilt when she discovers that Julian hasn’t used his hall pass. But then she discovers something strange — Caleb and Julian used to be best friends....

She keeps his office running like clockwork—until he decides to take control of her. Nadia is the perfect secretary: organized, discreet, obedient. But when she confesses her craving for submission, her disheveled, deceptively dominant boss gives her exactly what she’s been aching for. Plugged, bound, and used—this filthy office short is all about surrender.

The nuns are watching me again. I run my hands over my chest and down my taut abs until they slip below the seam of my swimsuit, pushing it down until it pools at my feet. The nuns want to touch me, taste me, take me. I can smell their lust thick in the air. I can hear their little pants of delight as they watch me and pray to their saint of chastity. But I’m going to teach them the virtue of sexual immorality, show them the meaning of carnal desire, and drag them through the quagmire of infernal lust. I’m Ben Dover, and this is my story.

Keri wants to spice things up in the bedroom with her husband Joseph, and has been conditioning him with the idea of being with another woman. She doesn't know why, but the idea of seeing him with someone else turns her on to no end. They go for a weekend vacation, and she invites the new girl from the office, a gorgeous, twenty something blonde who is fully on board with Keri's naughty plan. Joseph is hesitant, and doesn't want to cause a rift in their wonderful marriage, but that's only before he's faced with the perfect temptation.

I chose the hottest club in town, Rapture, to find my prey. Little did I know the person I hooked was the head of the Irish Mafia, who became haunted by the memory of our night. When I drunkenly return to Rapture with a broken heart, I find myself being drawn into the dark underground world of the Irish Mafia and the four men that rule it. As my normal, perfectly managed life slowly unravels, these men help me to reconnect with the woman I once was, and she wasn't always innocent. Will I be able to rebuild a life I truly desire, or is it all just an illusion?

For Bryn Meara, a free trip to the exclusive and ultra-luxe Nightfall hotel and casino in Vegas should’ve been the perfect way to escape the debris of her crumbling career. But waking up from a martini-and-lust-fueled night to find herself married to Caiden Verran, the reclusive billionaire who owns the hotel and most of the city, isn’t the jackpot one would think. It seems her dark and sexy new husband is actual royalty—the fae king of the Night Court—and there’s an entire world beneath the veil of Vegas.

In a few breathless moments, I will be Mrs Alejandro Montoya. He is the King of L.A. and everything a woman could want. Handsome, powerful, rich, and hotter than hell itself. But I am not just any woman. I am Alana Carmichael and I’m only here to save my father. I will not bow to any king. This is no fairy tale. This is my nightmare.

I ran from home to escape heartbreak, only to deliver myself into the hands of a wolf. Henry Wolf, that is. Heir to a luxury hotel chain, infamous playboy, arrogant bastard...and my new boss. Why he wants me, Abbi Mitchell - a girl who lacks experience on every front that would matter to him - as his personal assistant, I cannot fathom, especially when I keep messing up in the most spectacular way. Did I already mention he's a bastard? A beautiful, moody one, who's quick to demand, slow to apologize. And toying with me every chance he gets.

BILLIONAIRE FOR SALE is a darkly comic romantic thriller about being held to ransom. By your family. By your marriage. By mysterious kidnappers who burst into your best friend’s villa and seize you at gunpoint. Tess realizes she’s made a mistake marrying billionaire Jeremy McCarthy, and questions her unfulfilling life with him. Just as she’s ready to leave her lavish life behind, masked gunmen crash into her world and kidnap her husband and three friends. Now, instead of walking away, Tess is pulled into a dangerous world of high-stakes negotiations and even higher personal stakes.