He hurt her, now he’s jealous of every man who gets close to her. “Do as I say, or I’ll break our engagement,” Raiden Cage always tells Jane Smith with cold indifference. But Jane doesn’t mind. She’ll do anything to stay by his side, to hear his voice, and to make him happy—even die to protect him. Raiden suspects she wants something more. Money? Power? His life? He’s determined to uncover her secret, even if it means breaking her to get the truth. And he’s right—just not in the way he expects. Then, Raiden makes one huge mistake—he waits for Jane to come back to him. ...

A single glance from her, and he seizes the chance he’s waited ten years for—now she belongs to him. “I run an empire. I’ll never marry a hothead like her who snaps at everything.” Kara overhears Asher Flynn, her long-time crush, mocking her on her birthday. Heartbreak leads her to one reckless night with Damion Cage—a billionaire and her old schoolmate, hailed as the ‘Holy Deity’ for his untouchable reputation. “My company’s going public in three months. I can’t afford a scandal. Let’s get married.” Within just 24 hours, Kara becomes ‘Mrs. Cage’! It’s a deal...

He thought she was hopelessly in love with him—turns out, she was in love with his bank account. “Why are you here again? Didn’t I tell you to stop following me?” Sawyer Stark is convinced Ellie Madden is hopelessly in love with him. For three years, she’s been his girlfriend, bound by a convenient deal to maintain appearances until his childhood love, Olivia, returns. But Ellie didn’t get the memo. Every time he turns around, there she is, looking at him like he’s her world. “Here’s ten thousand dollars. Is that enough to make you disappear?” he scoffs, offering cash as...

He vanished without a word—now he’s back to drag her into his obsession. “Run, Ivy. Hide. If I catch you again, you’ll become mine.” Christian Evans’ words from five years ago still echo in Ivy Watson’s mind, as do the memories of him—memories that refuse to fade. Back then, as an intern at the prestigious Evans Holdings, Ivy couldn’t escape her billionaire boss’s relentless pursuit. Christian loved her with an intensity that left her shaken. His love was overwhelming, possessive, all-consuming. He became her shadow, her storm—until one day, he vanished without a word,...

I never imagined a dreaded gynaecology appointment would result in a fire-sparking connection hotter than the sun. Even in an office designed to torture women, the tension between the sinfully delicious stranger and me is so blistering that we spend the night together, twisted beneath silky sheets. Although disappointed to wake alone the following morning, I assume aching muscles will be the worst side effect of our night of sin. If only anything in my life was that simple.

I thought my invitation was a birthday present from my best friend. The dress, the limousine, the red carpet...I thought they were meant for me. That was mistake number one. Then my date arrives, all gleaming cufflinks and tousled hair, steely blue eyes, and a body honed to masculine precision. Arrogant. Charming. Panty-melting. And melt, they do. Hanky-panky with a rich hottie in the back room of the event I'm crashing? Don't mind if I do.

Destroying my partner became sweeter when his daughter stepped on stage at a charity auction. But I don’t want her for a month. I’m upping my bid to make her sign for a year. Her strong will, independence, and defiant attitude toward her family indulges my carnal desires and need for revenge.

I curate art for a living. This big show was supposed to pay my bills for the next year. Oh, and did I mention the star artist is my unfaithful ex? So I try to put on a brave face—after all, the clientele are worth billions. But my ex is doing everything in his power to rub it in. Holding his new girl a little too tight. Hanging around me a little too close. What I did next was a teensy bit impulsive. I grabbed the closest revenge hookup I could find... who just happened to be the billionaire dropping five mil at the auction.

Looking back, I should have seen the signs. Perhaps I did, but I subconsciously chose to ignore them. From the time I was 10, when I first met Dylan, I knew he was my forever guy. Dylan was more than just my best friend, my childhood sweetheart, my lover. He was my soul mate. We were carved from the same whole—destined to be together forever. Until he changed. And I believed I was no longer good enough. Until he shattered me so completely, it felt like I ceased to exist. I’d never experienced such heart-crushing pain. Until he leveled me a second time, and I truly wanted to die.

Unhinged. Charming. Dangerous. The brother of the man I’m prosecuting and now my stalker. I didn’t know Eoghan O’Rourke was a lawyer for the Irish Mob when I tried to put his brother in jail. And I shouldn’t have gotten drunk and yelled at him. I certainly shouldn’t have gone home with him. But I needed to get rid of my V-Card and a gorgeous mafia man who would never fall for a curvy womanlike me is the perfect one and done. Boy, was I wrong. Eoghan turns obsessed, jealous, and unhinged. I’m a prosecutor. He’s a criminal. We have nothing in common.