I like it when people stare. I like the attention. I've never been drawn to the meek or mild. At least, not until I met Hannah Kate, the journalist hired by Dallin to do a story on Twisted Ink and feature me as its best artist. Even her name screams good girl next door. And that's exactly what she is. Sweet. Innocent. Pure. Everything I'd ruin if I had even a small taste of her. The problem? The two hulking neanderthals she's linked herself to in a surprisingly sexy throuple.

Kieran Murphy is an Irish mob boss and one of the most powerful men in Boston. When he walks me home, people step aside out of respect for him. He could have any woman he wants. So why does he have eyes only for me? Is it how he has to lift my chin with his fingers to keep my eyes level with his when he scolds me and how I cover my bottom instinctively when he tells me that I've earned a spanking? Or is it how I quiver at the thought of everything I'm too ashamed to beg him to do to me? Maybe it's all of those, but I'm pretty sure there's something else too.

Ruthless, arrogant, and cold-hearted are some of the words I would use to describe my a**hole of a boss, Damon Everette. That doesn't stop the goosebumps from rising along my neck every time he says my name or the way my pulse races when his stormy gray eyes pierce mine. So, when he coerces me into a fake marriage to uphold his family's tradition, I can't resist pushing his buttons. He's a walking red flag, and I should run the second this arrangement ends. But the very thought of losing him is suffocating—a dangerous addiction that I can't seem to break.

I've always been an odd one, never caring what people thought of me. Some people expect me to be a certain way because I'm an omega, but I dance to the beat of my own drum. I'm twenty-one. That means going to Calling Wood University and finding a pack to share my first heat with. I've never hated the idea of finding a pack, but I wasn't going to settle for just anyone. I don't care about finding my scent match, but I want people who won't try to change me.

Harlow can't live with herself after the traumatic events of a fateful Halloween night two years ago. Half-broken then, she's shattered now. The only way forward is to go back to the abandoned house where it all happened and pay the ultimate price for her sins. But the house isn't empty. Three vengeful spirits lie in wait, vowing to destroy the woman who sent them to hell. Given just one night of freedom, they will bleed every second dry, taking all their rage, suffering, and hatred out on her.

Five years ago, I disappeared from the life I had and built this one. I spend my days and most of my nights on the line, helping my clients achieve their goals. They call me when they are in a jam or are getting ready to move on a target. I'm their information specialist. The woman in the chair. I'm their switchboard. Intelligence, electronic eyes, computer hacking—I do it all. My singular goal is to bring my clients home safely. Some clients are more special than others. We all play favorites. I know them, they've never seen me.

I’ve been content with it just being us for a while, but it's my last year of high school, and I’ve missed out on so much. Parties, girlfriends, and dating. If I can’t have them in the way my heart wants, I may as well start having fun, right?

Wrong, because they don’t seem to like my new life choices.

Hayden is enjoying a much-needed girls’ trip in Vegas. While basking in the comforts of the plush suites at HAYDAR Resort & Casino, they eat exceptionally well, tour the town safely, and role-play—for fun only. On the last night, the group of ladies dress as sex workers. Separated from the group, Hayden is mistaken for a real prostitute by a brooding, remarkably handsome man. Playing along, Hayden sets her price to attend a dinner function with him. Her conduct at the event earns her a "john" for the night.

When Remy is suddenly evicted from her apartment, her best friend offers to let her crash at his house while he's traveling for work. The only problem is, she can't stand his arrogant, self-centered roommate, Tristan. Now, she has to figure out how to live in the same house with him for ten days while dealing with all the temptation that comes with… including punching Tristan’s smug face in. But when one night strips them of their masks and exposes the truth, they’re forced to reexamine how they really feel about each other.

Nathan Clark didn’t plan on crashing his car and winding up at Fox and Morgan Malone’s cabin, but here he is—stranded with a married couple just days before Christmas. And they’re eyeing him like he’s the perfect tree to climb. Fox, with his tattooed, rugged allure, and Morgan, with her sweet and sultry charm, are making Nathan question everything he thought he knew about himself. It might’ve started with a simple offer to stay warm, but now Nathan’s facing a proposition that could change his life forever.

I'm a federal agent sworn to take down Alessa, the charismatic Mafia princess who runs an illicit empire. But as I infiltrate her exclusive private members' club in an undercover operation, there's an undeniable spark between us. Wanting her is dangerous. Falling for her is forbidden. And loving her? Well, that could get me killed. But Alessa seems hell-bent on seducing me. And the closer we get, the closer my team gets to taking her down.

From the moment I walked away from my old life and started a new one in the small town of Shadowvale, I learned there were three rules I should follow if I wanted to survive—One: don’t go outside at night alone. Two: don’t ask questions about the obviously haunted house at the far side of town. And three: don’t catch Hunter Reed’s attention. Me? I broke all three almost immediately. The Reeds own Shadowvale. They live in the haunted house, and everyone seems afraid of them

The Anguis, a secret society of power-hungry individuals, have long controlled Port Macabre from their seat at Noire House, a place where the wealthy rub shoulders and chase hedonistic pleasures. However, behind the mansion's facade lies a poisonous, hidden underworld.

Everything I thought I knew about myself was nothing more than a fabrication. I had it all—the perfect life, the loving family, the best friend, the rock n roll boyfriend—until I didn't. The fairytales I grew up with were lies. Like my ex-best friend once said, fairytales are not real, and there is no prince on a white horse coming to save you. She was right. I was naive to think I deserved a happily ever after—until him.

Nicholas Theodoropoulos had been my stepbrother since I was fourteen. Mom died when I was twelve, and I resented Dad remarrying so soon. Even worse, my stepbrother had grown into a gorgeous man. I hated looking at him, reminding me every day of what I could never have. No one knew I was gay and never would. But when my best friend backed out of our road trip to California, Dad forced me to travel with my stepbrother. It was the only way if I wanted to go on this journey I’d been planning since middle school. Nothing good would come out of this.