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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.

Lucy has been writing her dissertation on Sappho for nine years when she and her boyfriend break up in a dramatic flameout. After she bottoms out in Phoenix, her sister in Los Angeles insists Lucy dog-sit for the summer. Annika's home is a gorgeous glass cube on Venice Beach, but Lucy can find little relief from her anxiety - not in the Greek chorus of women in her love addiction therapy group, not in her frequent Tinder excursions, not even in Dominic the foxhound's easy affection.

Oh my god, he caught me. One of the most famous rock gods in the world--a legend with decades worth of gold records, model ex-girlfriends, and bad boy credentials--has me cornered as soon as he walks in the door. My mom is an infamous tabloid reporter, and she seemed to think sending me up to this super star's penthouse suite will give her the scoop of a lifetime. Barely Legal and Pregnant by RocknRolla... Or some other awful title. I just want to leave... But I can't. I just want to stop... But I can't. And I can't say I don't like it when he makes me... Touch that... Suck that... This ...

It was only supposed to be one peek. One little look. My father’s the notorious mafia boss and every Friday night he holds a VIP party in our basement. One night I decide to head downstairs and see for myself what happens behind closed doors. I’m shocked at what I see. Matteo Ferrari. My father’s enemy. He’s in a most precarious position, but one look at me, and he stalks me into one of the private bedrooms. He wants me. Only me. As I spend the night with this glorious mafia boss, I’m wondering if he wants me for me, or if I’m a pawn in a much bigger game. Will Daddy use me to ...

I never should’ve fallen back in love with Quinn. I always knew we wouldn’t make it. And to make matters worse, not only did I lose my soulmate - I lost myself as well. Everything was stripped away, leaving me bare and unable to breathe. No one told me it could hurt this much. I was unprepared for this level of agony from the horrible weight of grief. I planned to love him infinitely. But what is infinity, when love always ends?