Never fall for the man you were sent to destroy. RYDER The largest drug lord in Mexico sold me his daughter. He has an endgame in mind and it’s only a matter of time before his princess gives it away. Until then, I’ll play along, using her for my own purposes. Only this kitty has claws. She’s cunning, determined, passionate, and driving me to the edge of madness. Thoughts of keeping her swirl in my head, but she can never be mine. Our time together is approaching its expiration date. The problem is, despite knowing about her potential involvement, I’m not sure I can give her up. ...

The Bratva king took one look at my innocent, voluptuous curves. Now, he wants to knock me up. I tried to forget about my problems by going out and letting off some steam. That’s when my best friend’s Bratva dad takes my virginity. That’s when he decides he’ll force me into marriage and impregnate me with his baby. He says he can take care of all my problems if I become his wife and give him an heir. I’m shocked and run away. But the Bratva don’t care whether you come willingly or not. He throws me over his shoulder and tosses me in the backseat of his car. He lays down his ...

How do you trap desire when its very existence threatens to uncover all of your secrets? CAT Death took everything from me. Now I must reclaim what’s rightfully mine. I’ll bide my time, hiding in plain sight. Endure whatever humiliation life throws at me. Even if that means groveling at my boss's feet. A dangerous man who makes me want to play for keeps. But belonging to me will only get him killed. POPE Her bratty behavior is as frustrating as it is enticing. Whenever she’s around the old me keeps creeping out. Nowadays the youngbloods call me Pops. But there was a time I went by a ...

When a vicious attack leaves 25-year-old Clementine Johns with no memory, she’s forced to start over. Now she has figure out who she was and why she made the choices she did - which includes leaving the supposed love of her life, tattoo artist Ed Larsen, only a month before. Ed can hardly believe it when his ex shows up at his tattoo parlor with no memory of their past, asking about the breakup that nearly destroyed him. The last thing he needs is more heartache, but he can’t seem to let her go again. Should they walk away for good, or does their love deserve a repeat performance?

Our first meeting was at a nightclub, and it was something straight out of my most romantic fantasies. My ovaries exploded at the sight of the Russian God. And by God, I mean he was ripped, tall, dark, and deadly attractive. There were enough sparks between us to light up a city. Then an explosion blasted through the nightclub, and we got trapped together for three hours, sharing our most personal details...everything but our names. Two years later, our second meeting is the complete opposite of the first. It's clear Misha Petrov, a Russian enforcer for the bratva, despises me.