“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 ...

My brother is running my family’s company into the ground and there’s only one man I can turn to for help. Westin Cline. His business sense is as sharp as his looks. He’s the smartest man I know with a commanding presence that shakes me to my core. I want him to fix my family’s company. He will, for a price. One date. One night with me and he says he’ll make all my problems disappear. But it’s a lie. It’s not true. Because a new problem develops… What am I supposed to do with this obsessive alpha when I start to fall in love? It only takes one touch to turn Westin Cline into...

We’re old school on my oil rig. There’s no fancy equipment or high-tech computers, just brute strength with jacked muscles. A bunch of roughnecks stuck in the ocean for months at a time, working hard physical labor while trying not to kill each other. So what happens when an innocent angel with mesmerizing curves shows up at the rig in a boat? Everyone wants her, but she’s mine. It’s time to show these roughnecks who the true alpha of this oil rig is. And it’s time to show this beauty that she belongs in my possessive arms. She washed up on my rig, which means she’s mine. I’m ...

Stella The Ride or Die Bar isn’t much, but it’s the place I made my home. And the Heartlands Motorcycle Club is my family. It’s just another night at work until my home gets broken into. My family gets destroyed. It’s The Outlaws. They hit us hard. They take everything. But family bonds are strong and the Heartlands aren’t about to let this attack by a rival MC club go unpunished. That’s when they call in the reinforcements… When I first see Jaxon step off his chrome dragon, I know things will never be the same around here. He’s reckless. He’s impulsive. He’s ...

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 ...

I work on a luxury yacht and it’s the perfect job. Amazing scenery and luxurious accommodations, but not so good for keeping a relationship alive. The guests come and go and I exist behind a wall of politeness. Hiding behind a customer service barrier where no can see the real me. Until he comes onto my yacht. Luke Cline. The most dominant commanding male I’ve ever seen. He sees me. He tastes me. And for the first time in my life, all my barriers and walls come crashing down. Luke Cline is heading to the Caribbean for work and he’s about to show the beautiful First Mate on his yacht ...

It was only supposed to be one night. A thousand dollars to pretend to be Nolan Cline’s girlfriend. How could I say no to that? I was probably the only virgin escort on the planet, but Mr. Cline didn’t have to know about my lack of experience for the job. All I had to do was hang onto his arm, smile, and look presentable to the rich CEO billionaire’s friends and coworkers. It was all great until I saw the possessive and territorial look in Nolan’s eyes when he first spotted me in my red dress… Then, I knew that there wouldn’t be any pretending between us. It started in the limo...

For one hundred and fifty years, I’ve been a Grim Reaper. Wandering the earth and rendering souls for the Soul Collector. People die, their souls must be gathered. Millions of souls. I did it without fail. Until I saw her. The demon of the underworld is not getting this one. Her sweet soul is mine. I keep her for myself. It causes a bit of a stir. The underworld is in a tizzy. Reapers come out of the woodwork to take me down. Not to mention the big bad Soul Collector. He’s a little pissed. So, I make a deal. If this human female can fall in love with me, I get to keep her. If not… I ...

My aim in golf is as good as my taste in guys—crooked and always getting me into trouble. That’s why I’m dreading this golf tournament that my boss is dragging me to. But when I’m shuffling through the forest on the third hole, I find something more than just my lost ball. I find Eli Cline. And he is the definition of trouble. It doesn’t take long for this possessive hottie to become full-blown obsessed with me, but I’m not about to make it easy on him. I’m going to torture him all day. But at night, it’s going to be a different story. Because I just might let this hot rich ...

He thinks I’m his. He thinks I was made for him. Made to please him. Made to follow his orders. I gulp as he towers over me. I think he’s right. A whole lot happened at my first concert. I snuck backstage. Met the band. But when the lead singer made some unwanted moves, his rough and mean bodyguard stepped in and decided to protect me instead. Now I have a huge obsessive alpha male throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me up to the top of the jumbotron where we can finally be alone. Just me, him, and twenty thousand people below us as he claims what he keeps saying is his. I ...