They say you can never go back… ‘Course, I never wanted to return. It took me years to age out. Once I made it, I took off and never turned around. Trust me, there were only three reasons I managed to survive there as long as I did and they abandoned me as soon as they were able. I’d like to say I didn’t blame them, but that would be a lie. I had zero desire to return. Yet here I was, on the road to Northland chasing a story cause my editor told me kids were disappearing… again.

Lev Zarkov is a real-life monster. No, correction, he's actually the devil. Except, when I first meet him, he's simply the mysterious, handsome man traveling next to me on a first-class flight to New York. And after being dumped at the altar by my loser fiancé who vanished into thin air the morning of our wedding, when things get flirty between me and the mysterious stranger, I think, why not? Surely, I deserve one night to forget. I mean, where's the harm in a little indulgence, right?

They all insist they don't know me. But they watch me. Every day. Their silence continues until a handsome, tattooed stranger dressed in a suit saunters into the arena and starts sweet-talking me. Then they jump off the ice, ready to fight him to the death. And for some reason…he seems ready to return the favor. Now, I'm being swept into a life of glamorous darkness…and into a war between men I evidently used to love.

I used to fantasize about meeting a masked madman who would love me endlessly and obsessively. He would look after me in a world where no one else did. He would manipulate all the strings that held up my life until I had exactly the one I wanted. And then one night, I met him. Only he wasn't the hero I always imagined he would be. When we left the forest together that night, I thought I'd escaped the villains relatively unscathed, but my true villain was the man whose arms I felt safest in.

“Give me a second chance, babe . . . and I’ll blow your mind.” Monroe doesn’t know why she answers the text that’s obviously meant for someone else. Or why she keeps answering. Maybe it’s because she’s all alone in a big city and in desperate need of a lifeline. Or maybe it’s because each exchange leaves her intrigued and more than a little turned on. Still, Monroe never would’ve snarked back if she’d known she was talking to the “Golden Boy” of the Dallas Knights.

I've always been a good girl, a rule follower. At least until I started working for billionaire bachelor Knox Crawford. Owner of LA's pro soccer team. And my ex's dad. The more time we spend together, the harder it is to fight our growing attraction. And the easier it is to forget our roles, to ignore the fact that I used to date his son. Sleeping with the boss could get me fired. But sleeping with my ex's dad could tear my life apart. Breaking the rules only seems fun—until you get caught.

A Bratva Boss forced me into a marriage I never wanted, for a reason that I refuse to believe. There's no reason for him to even look at an ordinary girl like me. Let alone marry one. By day, Nikolai Starukhin is an art collector with an eye for beauty. By night, he's a ruthless Bratva boss whose hands deal in broken things and pain. Our paths crossed when he saved me from a creep. I thought that was where our story ended. And then I noticed what he left behind: An invitation to his art gallery. I should have said no. I should've thrown it away.

I'm the girl who hides in the shadows where it's safe and no one can touch me. I've spent the last six years trying to fade into the background, but one knock on my door changes everything. It's time to pay on a promise I made the day my life was saved.

Total control. I need it in every aspect of my life. Some would say that makes me an asshole. A freak. But as long as everything's exactly how I want it, I'm completely flexible. I'm kidding. Okay, I'm not kidding. Lacey needs someone in her life who's bigger and scarier than her demons, and she wants that man to be me. Her boss. The Viking in a suit. I hope she understands what she's getting into. This daddy isn't going to pat her on the head and tell her she's a good girl for nothing. Especially not when she's spinning out of control.

I've been hiding from the grumpy mafia heir for six years to protect our son. When my father discovered my pregnancy, I was sent away to Italy. I didn't mind it, I wanted a chance to raise our baby away from the violent world. But now I've been called back to Chicago to marry him and unite our feuding families. He's my brother's best friend, and he's way too old for me.

He thought I was his—that's what his emails indicated. He thought that because our families signed on the dotted line many years ago, it was a done deal. But I ran away from that life for a reason. Little did I know, he would find me. And he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Crue wanted me to be his wife. And all I wanted was him in my bed.

Avery thought her suffering had ended. She thought wrong. After a traumatic start to life, being adopted was Avery's saving grace. She finally had parents who loved her and an entire mansion to call home. Her days were spent reading in the library and exploring her passion for ballet until a fateful accident changed everything and left her at the mercy of her step-brother.

Ellie Hutchinson is desperate to escape her ex, Randall, whose obsessive control has turned dangerous. Seeking protection, she moves to Georgia with the help of her brother and his military friends, now running a private security business. As Ellie begins to rebuild her life, she finds unexpected safety—and love—in Wade Watson, a battle-hardened veteran with his own scars from the past. But just as Ellie starts to feel secure, her past catches up with her. Randall refuses to let go and grows increasingly unhinged, turning his pursuit into a deadly game.

Reign Thorn was my best friend turned enemy. But we both know this thing between us is more than just a rivalry. I remember the exact day Reign and I ended our childhood friendship. One terrible accident, and I was to blame. That same year, everything fell apart while my friendship with Reign became a rivalry of epic proportions. He was the boy who held my hand when I lost my mom—the boy who taught me the love of the game. Then suddenly, he was gone, and in his place was a calculating, ruthless opponent, both on and off the ice.

It was an average day . . . until a gorgeous demon waltzed into my coffee shop and asked me to be his mate. I jokingly agreed, but he was serious. And now I'm mated to him. Permanently. He drinks lust to survive, so that makes me his immortal meal. If that wasn't bad enough, he's just gotten out of prison. Because I accidentally bound myself to him, I automatically take responsibility for keeping him on the right side of the law.

Prior to leaving town for a military assignment, I had the best sex of my life with a guy whose name I never got. Now I'm home, sleeping in with my husky who was kenneled during my six-month deployment, and waking up to an angry phone call from a guy claiming to have my escape artist of a dog. Coincidently, he's the guy who took care of her while I was gone.

He's not just attractive, kind, and self-aware. He's also my boss and my dead father's best friend. I had been running from my past, thinking that connecting with my family in Florida was what I needed to find myself. Instead, I'm at a funeral and being gifted shares of a company I didn't even know existed. Some office flirtation turns into longing, which turns into desperation for one another. When our tension reaches its peak, it's clear we can't hold back this attraction, and it nearly feels too good to be true—a man who's not only eager to please but willing to learn what excites me.

I made a promise to protect her, but I couldn’t keep it. Now, fate’s thrown me back into her life, and everything I thought I knew about myself—and her—is changing. She’s not the girl I remember. She’s wild, fierce, and full of secrets. And the pull between us? It’s something I can’t fight.

But the same fire that fueled her rise burned everything down. Branded as unstable and unredeemable, she disappeared from the world she once ruled. Now, after years away, Janae is stepping back into the industry she left behind, determined to reclaim her voice and prove she’s more than the headlines.

My name is Hunter Jordan, lead singer of Hammered and no, I didn't name my package Manaconda. Rolling Stone did. On the front cover of their damn magazine. I still haven't lived it down. And now our record label wants to maximize the frenzy. So, I have a brand new PR person–Kennedy McManus. And she's making me insane. I don't know whether to ignore her, yell at her, or push her up against the wall and kiss her smart mouth shut.