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I knew him only as Van Gogh. A tortured artist who owned the night as he moved through the shadows, cloaked in hate and madness. He was a vicious vigilante—a serial arsonist who thrived on the fear he triggered with a single match between his tattooed knuckles. We were told to lock our doors and stay inside. I wanted to. I really did. But then I saw his eyes, burning like embers as he watched me through the smoke. And like the flames at his feet, I delighted in his attention. I became his muse. His passion. His obsession. His perfectly flawed flower. But that was years ago.

When I join Yale's ice hockey team, my goal is clear: to prove that women deserve their place in the game. Tensions simmer between the men's and women's teams, but fate has a different plan in store. One unforgettable night, passion ignites between me and several members of the men's team, blurring the boundaries of rivalry and desire.

As the King family lawyer, I keep all of the family secrets. And as a woman in the high-powered world of million-dollar business, I have to stay cold and in control. I’ve earned my way to the top, and I’ve never met a man who makes me weak - until Dylan King, the family’s exiled son, comes home. He’s former Special Ops, the family rebel, a mystery, a myth: a man who seems like he can do anything - including becoming the heir to the King empire if he chooses. He’s also the only man whose touch can melt my ice. And he wants me.

This man is temptation personified. He’s six feet four inches of rock-solid, golden muscles that are inked to perfection and proudly displayed every time he steps into the cage. I’m the idiot who agreed to stay with him for the next few days. Hudson “The King” Kingston knew he had a fight coming up when he risked himself to save me. How could I say no when he needed a friend to help him out? Because that’s exactly what we’ve always been—friends. Friends who flirt. Friends who tease. Friends who never cross that line.

Wealthy. Entitled. Monarch. Dr. Astor Potter was everything I despised in a man. It didn’t matter that he was my sister’s one-night stand or her closest colleague. I wasn’t charmed by his philanthropy or the way he made babies laugh using those ridiculous voices. He was cold, detached, and reeked of disdain. Nothing mattered to him. Not the messages I left. Or the tears I shed. Nothing brought him to life. Until my sister died. And I placed my newborn niece in his arms. They say love can’t be born from hate and grief. I’m inclined to agree. But then he asked me to stay….

When Elara flees corporate life to open a coffee shop in the small southern town of Fairhaven Falls, the last thing she is looking for is a relationship. But when she meets Grondar, the gruff orc owner of the bakery next door, sparks fly. Literally. Grondar has been burned by human females before. He has no intention of letting the feisty little female next door get under his skin—no matter how attractive he finds her. And it certainly doesn't mean he's going to let her get away with sabotaging his business.

Dr. Dante Kincaid is a world-renowned psychiatrist—and my boss. When a hotel mix-up forces us to share a suite on a business trip, everything changes. He's shrouded in secrets, always keeping his distance while he bosses me around in those pristine suits. When he tells me to lock my door at night, I should listen. But my curiosity about what he's hiding after dark is too strong to ignore.

As kids, we had an unexplainable bond. One I don't think we even understood back then. Over time, the pull between us developed into something we could no longer ignore. We were reckless, we were impulsive, we were… everything. Until it all came shattering down. Now, he's a single father, and I'm the estranged best friend who's still hopelessly in love with him—Eli Barton, America's favorite baseball pitcher and the man I walked away from. What was supposed to be self-preservation may have turned out to be the biggest regret of my life.

I, Fallon Hayes, need to stop playing pranks on my boss. Did I mention he's my new roommate? Being the private chef for the retired hockey player who haunts my fantasies is a bad idea. Living down the hall from him is an even worse idea, especially considering the one-night stand we had ten years ago. What happened back then was unforgettable. Proof that we are destined to hate each other. There are three reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for my boss/roommate/one-night-stand.

The moment Brooke Mikaels walked into my office, I knew she was mine. She needed my help and thought she could use her sweet little body to get it, but she learned a hard lesson instead. I don't make deals with silly little girls. I spank them. She'll get what she needs, but first she'll moan and beg and scream with each brutal climax as she takes everything I give her. She belongs to me now, and soon she'll know what that means.

Caitlin Tyler doesn’t do bridges - she just doesn’t know it until she lands her dream job and freezes halfway across her new town’s towering death span. Cue the cocky, infuriating fireman who goads her off the bridge. He’s hot, but he’s also exactly the kind of guy she wants to avoid, which she manages to do for a whole four hours. Lieutenant Shane Hendricks is only two weeks away from leaving Dry Rock. He sure as hell doesn’t need to get involved with a woman he has to rescue twice in one day.

It started with a not-so-innocent text I sent to the guy I was casually dating. Things had been moving slowly, and it was time to spice things up. Me: I need you to come over. I want to feel you inside me. Him: Who is this? Me: Indy. Who’s this? Him: Wrong number. Me: Oh crap. I’m sorry. Him: I’m not. What’s your address? Now, I have to decide whether I want to block him and text the guy I meant to in the first place. Or do something outrageously bold and tell him to come over. Me: . . .

Monroe was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I should’ve killed her when I had the chance. But instead, to make her keep my secrets, I took her freedom and made her my captive. She swore she’d hate me forever, but that was before I stole her innocence, too. Now she knows how good my forbidden touch feels, and it won’t take long before she transforms into the broken toy I’ve always wanted. And after that, there will be no going back…

Contains all three books of the Seeding Eden series.

The Brotherhood gave him the right to breed me, but that is not why I am naked, wet, and sore. My bottom bears the marks of his hard, punishing hand, because I defied my alpha. My body is slick with his seed and my own arousal, because he took me anyway. He didn't use me like a king enjoying a subject. He took me the way a beast claims his mate. It was long, hard, and painfully intense, but it was much more than that. It was primal.

"Please spank me, Daddy. Please make it hurt". Only a ruthless bastard would make an innocent virgin say those words when she came to him desperate for help, then savor every quiver of her voice as she begs for something so shameful. I didn't even hesitate. I made Keri Esposito's problems go away. Then I made her call me daddy. The image of that little bottom bare over my lap was more than I could resist, and the thought of her kneeling naked at my feet to thank me properly afterwards left me as hard as I've ever been.

Mother's Night had passed unmarked for many years for Betani and her children. After all, there was little to celebrate when living on the streets. This year was different. For the first time, they are going to celebrate Mother's Night and holiday cheer fills their small apartment despite the tight control of the warders who have risen to power in the poor districts. Despite her limited means, when a triad shows up on her doorstep during a snowstorm with their poisoned lead male, she can't turn them out.

Earth has been conquered. They will be, too. This box set brings together all four scorching-hot, savagely sexy books of the Vakarran Captives series.

Money. It’s the root of all evil and I need it bad. You could call it the wrong place, wrong time. To me the day I met Enzo was the day the old me died. When he kidnaps me thinking I’m the daughter of his enemy, the only thing I can do is pretend to be something I’m not. But the more I pretend, the deeper I fall. Enzo is dark, cruel, and menacing, but he’s protective, fierce, and determined. Soon he wants to forge a contract between our families, making me his bride, but he has no idea I’m not whom he thinks I am and when he finds out … well, I know I’m as good as dead.

I’m cursed. Yes, really. I broke a boy’s heart, because he wasn’t romance hero material, and his nonna cursed me to live out my favorite plotlines...without the happy ending. Consider my track record: Second-chance romance? Turns out my old flame returned home to cook meth, not take care of his parents.