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I'm on a first date but I can't stop thinking about what's waiting for me at home. A young innocent babysitter named Brooklyn. I'm a single dad and she's taking care of my son. But when I get home, she's going to be taking care of me. I can't get those sweet cherry lips off my mind and by the time I get the check, I'm damn near obsessed. When I get home, she's going to find out that it's my house and I'm in charge.

I really don’t know why I’m here. The excessive drinking, the half-naked bodies, the horrible decisions being made. So, when my friends throw me on stage for a wet T-shirt contest, I nearly die. Hundreds of people are watching as the MC approaches with the water jugs to show off my jugs. That’s when I see him. Jackson. Charging through the crowd. Then, I feel his hands on me, grabbing me, throwing me over his shoulder, stealing me away. He’s the rich owner of the hotel and he’s not having any of this. He still wants me to get wet, but it will be for an audience of one.

Megan arrives in Montana to celebrate her sister’s new love, but her own love affair is waiting for her in a big burly tattooed package. Insta-love at its finest with no cheating and a super sweet HEA guaranteed. Enjoy!

The position was for a daytime nanny for my twin nephews. But when Avery appeared at my door, all of that changed. The innocence was beaming off her and engulfing her like a glowing cloud. It grabbed hold of my heart and twisted until I was wincing. Yeah, I wasn't about to let this little cherry get away from me. The position quickly changed to a live-in nanny and it started immediately. Because the master of the house needs his playtime too. And this little cherry is ripe for playing with.

I'm going to teach her what happens when you tempt a dominant professor. I shouldn't be looking at her like this. She's my student. She's 19-years-old. I'm way too old for her. Everything about this is inappropriate...The obsession has taken over. I'm its slave now. She's the teacher's pet and I'm about to give her a lesson she'll never forget. She'll learn that her professor is a possessive one and this won't be done after the semester ends. Because I'm never letting my pet go.

It's my first day as the new reporter covering New Zealand's famous rugby team. I'm an American who knows nothing about rugby, but after taking one step into the locker room after the game, I'm a huge fan. These massive tough men are true alphas. And there's one who stands taller than the rest. Akea Saluni. The Samoan god. Covered in tribal tattoos, this chiseled man has muscles for days. He puts the moan in Samoan. He makes the Rock look like a pebble. He brings me to my knees. And once this possessive man lays his dark eyes on me, that's exactly where I'm going to stay.

She's the ultimate temptation. One that I can't touch yet one that I can't resist. Her father was my best friend in the Navy SEALs. He gave his life for mine. And how do I repay him? By lusting after his only daughter. The last time I saw her she was a kid. But she shows up on my doorstep in trouble and she's all grown up. All grown up and irresistible. But she's off-limits for an old grizzled mountain man like me. I owe it to her father to keep my hands to myself. But I want her.

My home was burning. The mountains were on fire. Then, out of the ashes, came an angel. Kennedy. One look and I knew that I needed her. When I saw those stunning green eyes and delicious curves, I knew I would do anything to make her mine. But Kennedy isn’t here on her own. She’s surrounded by other convicts and a half-dozen armed guards. They’re part of a program using prisoners to help fight the wildfires. They’re determined to keep her in chains. I’m determined to break her free. Kennedy may be a convict, but I know she’s innocent. I can feel it.

My mother is getting remarried and I was originally thrilled. Not only was I getting a new stepfather, but I’m getting a stepbrother too. My enthusiasm left when I saw Tanner Lawson walk into the room. He’s my new stepbrother. My new filthy-mouthed, dirty-talking, obsessed-with-me stepbrother. I’ve always been a good girl. But my tattoo-covered, rule-breaking stepbrother is bringing out a new side of me. He knows how to push every button. He says we’re family now and we have to share everything. This is so wrong. It’s so filthy. But why does it feel so good?

This is the fourth book in the series, but it can be listened to as a stand-alone. Bare for the Alpha is the first, Spread for the Alpha is the second, and Wet for the Alpha is the third. No cheating and a furry HEA guaranteed. Enjoy!

“Time to bet,” he says as they start unbuttoning their shirts. I’m stuck in Vegas after my brother’s wedding. It’s just one night by myself. I was planning to lay low until I wandered into a Casino and they spotted me. Jack and Jax. Real estate billionaires from New York who share everything. These possessive alpha males take what they want and right now they look like they want to take me. Vegas is meant for gambling, but I never thought I’d be gambling with my heart. Should I go all-in with a pair of Jacks? This time OTT brings you TWO Over-The-Top alpha males who take one ...

What a crap day. I lost my audition, my brothers ditched me, and now, I’m stuck in an elevator with a stranger. Although, it’s not all bad. If I had to be stuck in here with someone, I’m glad it’s him. Jack Cavill. Rich powerful CEO. The kind of man who takes what he wants. And right now, he’s looking at me like I’m the next mountain he wants to conquer. Maybe I shouldn’t be so eager to get out of this broken elevator. This might be just what I need… Someone tell the fire department this was a false alarm. Because even though this elevator isn’t moving, things are about to...

It's been eight years since I've been stranded on this desert island. Eight long years of eating the same food, walking along the same beach, staring at the same trees all day long. But everything changes when a young, beautiful girl washes up on my shore. Her plane crashed in the ocean. She's stranded on the island now. This is my island and that means she belongs to me. I'll never be bored again. Not with those delicious curves and that pretty face. This desert island just got a whole lot more interesting. With her here, it just became a paradise.

Por fin fui a hacerme un tatuaje. Se suponía que sería un hermoso lirio blanco, pero el grandullón y gruñón tatuador tenía otra cosa en mente. Solo que no me lo dijo, maldita sea, antes de empezar. Cuando llega el momento de la gran revelación, no veo una bonita flor. Veo su nombre. Tatuado en la parte posterior de mi hombro. Dice que soy suya. Que soy su compañera. Mis amigos le dicen que se vaya al infierno. Que lo vamos a demandar. Pero a esta bestia malhumorada no le afecta. No le importa en absoluto. Sigue diciendo que me ha marcado, así que ahora le pertenezco. Lo peor es que...

This vacation sucks. How can an all-expenses paid vacation on the stunning island of Maui suck? Easy. Try going with my crazy co-workers. You’d hate it too. But that all changes when we show up for our helicopter tour. The hot dominant pilot takes one look at me and gets over the top obsessed. It doesn’t take long before I’m kidnapped. Stolen away in a helicopter that’s heading to a secluded part of the island where there’s no escaping. Not that I’d want to… This vacation from my vacation is just what I needed. And Jack Caine is just who I want. This high-flying alpha will ...

I was hired to paint a nude portrait, but my boss has specific tastes. She wants a certain kind of model. A magnum model if you know what I mean. When Cole Hunt walks into my studio and drops his robe... I realize I’m going to need a bigger canvas. And more paint. With those dark possessive eyes staring at me for the next couple of weeks, I’m going to need all the professionalism I can muster. Because my magnum model looks like he has more on his mind then just standing there politely… How many strokes will it take for this work of art? Mila will have both her hands full with this ...

They say romance died when society collapsed. They were right. It's brutal out here. My last date had no teeth. He took me to the Great Tire Fire and roasted a rat on a stick. I was convinced I was going to die alone at the tender old age of 22 until I saw Max. He was wearing a freaking skull on his head. It was terror at first sight. But like bacteria on wet socks, Max will grow on you. And this obsessive alpha might just give me the best happy ending you can get in this nightmarish hellscape.

There's no one more off-limits to me and the Heartlands crew than the Sheriff's daughter. But once I see her, I know there's nothing I won't do to make her mine. And I know there's nothing the Sheriff won't do to stop me. Everyone has always seen me as an outlaw. A criminal. A thief. But she doesn't. She sees the big heart under my tough exterior. She sees the man I could be. I want to be that man for her, but it's hard when the beasts of my past come knocking, blood debts need to be paid, and her father wants my head on a pike. Hopefully, love is stronger than bullets.

I’ve been taken from my village, bound as a slave, and now I’m being thrown at the feet of the most deadly Gladiator in Roman history. I belong to Kaeso Vinicius now. I’m his prize. He gets to do whatever he wants to me and there’s nobody around to stop him. I tremble as I look up at the largest man I’ve ever seen. And the scariest. He’s so unlike the pretty-faced boys who chased me around the village. He’s rough-looking with scars all over and a hungry gleam in his dark possessive eyes, like he’s about to devour me whole. I did not picture my first time like this… So, why...

I hate Valentine’s Day. I know that sounds cliché. What millions of single women say to get through the tough day with a little dignity, but they don’t really hate it. They hate that they’re single. They don’t hate the actual day. Well, I do. I hate it, hate it, freaking wish it would die a slow painful death hate it. I hate it the way turkeys hate Thanksgiving, the way Santa’s elves hate Christmas, the way bartenders hate Saint Patrick’s Day. You see, my family owns a flower shop. So, Valentine’s Day has always been hell. But once I catch sight of Mr. London during a ...