To survive his world, she must surrender her own. Captain Tara Gavyn is a survivor. After crash-landing on the war-torn moon of Zythera, her only goal is to stay alive. But the desolate landscape of biomechanical wreckage is not empty. It has a guardian, a king. Sypher, a monstrous and devastatingly handsome war-beast, claims Tara as his new asset. He is a creature of impossible power, and he doesn't just want her body; he demands her surrender. He whispers commands that her mind screams to defy, but her body, traitorously, begins to crave his punishing touch. Their raw, violent connection ...

The night Willow Wilson walks through the doors of my private club, all my self-control vanishes. I am known as Lord Tower, master and owner of a discreet establishment where fantasies become a reality. Years ago when fate first brought Willow to me, she was my step-daughter. She called me Daddy, then. And she will again if I have my way. In the time since we’ve been apart, she’s only grown more beautiful. Her lush curves have filled out. Her heart calls to me. And I will have her even if I have to kick down the very doors of hell to make her mine. Right or wrong. But even Lords have ...

His obsession is her prison, but their desire could be the world's doom. Fugitive engineer Rayne Valt is hiding in the pulsing guts of a hive-world. On the run from the ruling council, she survives by scavenging in forbidden tunnels, desperate to stay alive. But she is not alone. Her trespass draws the attention of Xyron, the hive's monstrous, biomechanical enforcer. A terrifying fusion of flesh and technology, he sees Rayne’s defiant spark and decides he must possess her. He drags her into his world, a domain where his word is law. "You are my machine," he tells her, "a broken thing to ...

John Robbins is a man content with his quiet life. He carved out a comfortable niche in the Wisconsin woods. But life is about to throw him a curveball.

My Bratva boss is much too old for me. And obsessed with my plus-size curves. I’m his new PA as part of a Bratva alliance, and he monitors me obsessively. He specializes in dirty Bratva business, and his cold gaze follows me around. I hate the way he commands me…but my curves want more. He breathes down my neck constantly and gets jealous when someone approaches me. He kills without a thought and without getting blood on his dress shirt. I shouldn’t notice how his pants emphasize his crazy hot physique. I shouldn’t notice how his scent wakes up my virgin body. He orders me around in...