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When I learn that Reed is a sadist, I want to be the best submissive that I can possibly be to please him. Not because I have to but because I want to. He has done so much for me and has shown me a side of him that he never wanted me to see. I want to show him that he is not the broken man that he thinks he is, but is so much more.

A married husband and wife coincidentally check into the same hotel at different times, and both commit adultery in separate rooms with individual flings. After the act, the partners, one a young prostitute for the husband, and one a young and virile man for the wife, briefly meet and see a spark of romance before letting each other go.

This is a visionary/experimental novella about a young, beautiful woman, murdered and buried nearby in the same ditch as an old homeless man who was beaten and kicked down the hill on the fringe of a park, left for dead, just out of sight. The spirit of the old homeless man speaks to her and tries to guide her into the afterlife, explaining to her what happened, and what she must do to let go of the life she had tragically taken from her, with memories of the once-in-a-lifetime experiences that he had lost as well, and brief, raging comments from the escaped murderer.

Charm. Old money. A six-pack. Loves dogs. He'd be the perfect guy - if I wasn't suing him. Mr. Hot-shot lawyer has no idea I'm the girl he swore he'd have his day in court with. I lied. Gave him a fake name. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when we'd meet again in small claims. But the kiss we shared under the stars was explosive.

International spy Samantha Piper is racing against the clock to save a device from falling into the wrong hands. But around every corner is a man trying to seduce her. Dashing from point to point about Italy, does she complete her mission or does she fall short?

When she told me Sons of Anarchy was her favorite show, I knew I was in trouble. When she said I'm what Jax would look like if he didn't die, I knew I was screwed. I was her fantasy man, all grown up. But I'm no pretty boy acting in a show. This is real life sweetheart. It's ugly. It's raw.

I was bored. Attending the same parties, seeing the same faces and even more familiar bodies dolled up in the latest fashions straight from the runway. But one night in Capri changed everything.

Scarlett Chase is every man’s wet dream. As soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew she’d be mine. That is, until I found out she was untouchable. One kiss, one forbidden touch, will have me out on the streets and stripped of who I am. Yet I want her. I need her. And I’m done following all these damn rules. Wolf Stone is my obsession. Ever since he pulled over on that empty road, I’ve been tormented by the man. His possessive words and heated looks have me tightly wound. One touch, and he lights me on fire. But I want more. I not only want him in my bed, I want to keep him for myself.

Where wicked deeds end in sinful pleasures. The Hellbound Lovers are tough, ride hard, and love fiercely. And when they set their heart on something, there’s nothing stopping them from getting what they want. Especially when that something involves top of the line curves. That make their engines rumble and purr like a smooth dream. When these men fall, they fall hard, and when impending danger threatens what they love most...they’ll do whatever it takes to protect it.

I'm lost. I'm no longer the golden girl from California seeking a world of adventure. He pulled me into his dark underworld. I might have escaped, but he still has me enslaved, craving his dark, devilish touch and the pleasures of the world to which he introduced me. But he broke more than my boundaries. He broke me. I hate him...loathe him...can't stop dreaming about my master - half wishing he'd find me and punish me like only he can.

Will the president of 1%'er club Lucifer's Lair MC get tamed, or will he still be wild? Does the president of Lucifer's Lair claim his first lady, or does he let what happened in the past define him? I only hired Chantal to get to the bottom of who is trying to kill me inside of my club. That was it. All she was supposed to do was hack into the computers and find a connection and see who has been reading my emails and leaking information about drops. Having this pink-haired pixie in my club and my bed pretending to be my ol' lady is definitely blurring some lines.

Jack Diesel is hiding something. All rugged goodness, with a dark edge. He’s the type of man who'll get me in trouble. The type of man I should stay away from. There’s no avoiding someone like Diesel. He’s a powerful magnet that lights my whole body on fire. But he has secrets. Secrets I can’t help but look into. Secrets that are hindering me from being with him. Secrets I intend to uncover.

Samuel: I’m the ancient werewolf that leads the Lunatics MC, and they call me Zeus. We rule our territories in New Orleans and along the Bayous of Louisiana. I ride hard, and I never live in the past. But some memories are hard to forget, and the woman I lost still lingers in the back of my mind. When I meet Heather, I’m captivated. Heather: Bad relationships seem to dominate my past. I’ve just found freedom, and the last thing I need is another man in my life. When I stumble into the Lunatics MC clubhouse and meet Zeus, I’m surrounded by his dangerous and supernatural energy.

One night. That’s all it took for Lilith’s world to be destroyed. Ever since, living life has become a soulless, mind-numbing task. That is until she meets a dark, handsome, mysterious stranger. Adrien’s the only man she’s spoken to, much less connected to, in months. The only one who seems to care enough to notice her through the walls she’s built. But learning how to trust again, especially with a man she’s barely spoken to, is a battle. Falling in love with him, a war. Because Adrien also holds a dark, terrible secret.

Victim. I hate that word. But it’s hard to get away from when you lived through the kind of tragedy I have. They say time heals all wounds. I call bullsh*t. Time only makes it easier to accept what you’ve become, but it doesn’t fix it. So, here I am, starting a new life, back where my old life ended. Back in Crooked Creek, Montana.

I was born a Salvatore. She a Fiorelli. Our families have taken serious vows to end the other. But when it came time for me to make mine...the only vow I made was to make the Little Fiorelli girl mine even it meant taking her breath, heart heart, shattering her soul into pieces just so I can be the villain playing the hero, piecing it back together again.

I’ve always been kind of a workaholic. Well, maybe not kind of. But when you have big ideas like I do, you can’t afford to get distracted. That is, until you meet a man like Logan X. Tall, mysterious, rich, and sexy. He funds my start-up. In exchange for my body. I have to be available to him at all hours, on beck and call. Ready to be tied up and teased. Ready to be pleasured. Being with him is the only time I feel that I can let go and be myself. It’s a no-strings-attached arrangement. But now, I’m falling for the mysterious man.

I’ve loved Jade ever since I first laid eyes on her. She’s always been mine. And now, a dangerous evil wants to take her away from me. He wants to hurt her, cage her free spirit. Over my dead body will he lay a finger on her. No one takes what’s mine. And no one hurts what I love, without paying the price. She’s my life, my love, my everything. And I’ll be damned if I lose her.

Looks can be deceiving. On paper, I'm a dream man. I made the cover of Forbes magazine. Twice. I'm sexy AF. Loaded. And bilingual. But I'm hiding a dark secret. A pain that never goes away. In so many ways, I'm still the lonely boy always missing his daddy. The only people who ever truly loved me are dead and gone. Sure, I might have millions, but it can't buy me love. Everything in my world is fake. I'm sick of the scene. The charity events and the starving models all dying to suck me off. Then fate brings me Selina. She's a fiery, hot-blooded Latina.

She changed me. I'm no longer a dark, broken man, but the sins of my past haunt me. I destroyed lives while breaking countless woman who thought they could reach my black heart. They all failed. All but one. Her. But I'm not a man worthy of my dove. Not yet anyway. But I vow I will be someday. I hope she'll still fly for me then.