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His profession is brutal, savage. Violent.And it turns her on.When Tristan got a new roommate in the form of a six-foot-three tattooed and pierced beast of a man, she wasn't prepared for the instant lust that claimed her. She should have made sure this stayed strictly platonic in nature, but it seemed Kash might have other plans in mind.The attraction was magnetic and powerful. It was undeniable, no matter how hard they fought it.When she stumbled upon an underground cage fight, the last person she expected to see was Kash, bloody and bruised and destroying his opponent. She should have run the other way, but instead she found herself aroused and wanting him even more.Kash was a fighter and a damn good one at that. He's stayed away from relationships and focused on his craft.And it's worked out well for him ... until now.He didn't mean to get involved with his new roommate, but the curvy little brunette had every possessive instinct in him rising. From the moment he saw her, he was obsessed.But those well-thought-out intentions are a thing of the past.Now that he has Tristan, he's not letting her go.Warning: If you're used to Jenika's insta-love dirty books, you're still getting it with this one. It has a HEA and features a totally obsessed hero who only wants one woman. Previously published under the same title, this story has been extensively reworked, new content has been added, and it has been re-edited.

Three decades ago a race of humanoid aliens landed on Earth. Humans were inferior, weaker, and no match for the bigger, warrior-bred beings known as the Rogues.Now they ruled Earth.Hiding was the only way to survive in a world that wasn't her own anymore, and Greta had been damn good at it. She had to in order to make it as long as she had.But when the group she's with are found by the massive, alpha aliens that rule the planet she once knew, she knew she'd be used for one of two things.Manual labor.Or used for something far more perverse.Tolcan is an enforcer for his kind. He's ruthless and merciless. His job is simple: find humans in hiding and capture them. But when he sees Greta something in him shifts. Everything he always knew, his sole-focus and warrior trained brain takes a sharp left.Going against what his kind believes, he takes her as his own. Something primal and possessive claims him, and one thing keeps echoing in his mind.Claim her as my mate. Brand her as mine.And Tolcan won't stop until he's made sure Greta knows he won't let her go, damn the consequences.Reader note: This story was previously published under the title Branded. It has been re-edited, revised, and new content added. There may be content that is sensitive to some readers.

Preacher Brothers. That's what we were. A unit. The only family I had.I'd never felt love, never felt like I belonged.I buried what emotions I had lingering deep down, pushed them away until I was this stoic, apathetic machine. It's how I survived, how I kept my brothers safe.It's how I showed them I cared, that I wasn't a machine, a monster.My history was one of violence, neglected by a parent who only wanted to train his sons to steal, to take from others.It's all we knew, so that's how we continued to live long after the old man died and we were left to make our own lives.Professional thieves.That's what I was, and I reveled in it.I'd been such a recluse, taking care of my brothers as they grew up, making sure we had money, food to live. I never wanted or needed a woman... never even knew what it was like to touch, kiss... claim a female.And that had been fine with me. Until now. Until she came into my life and refused to back down. Until I knew walking away from her would leave a hole in my heart.Kimber.Mine.But I wasn't a good man, and Kimber deserved better. I should have left. But I couldn't.And I knew one thing for certain... not making her mine would only guarantee my complete ruin.She was my downfall in the best of ways.

Everything happened for a reason.That's what Poppy Matthews told herself over and over again after she lost her husband and nearly her own life in a terrible accident. And after everything was taken from her, she let the darkness in, let it swallow her whole.She embraced it.But she was tired of the loneliness. She was ready to be happy again, move on, experience life. That's what living was about.And as the years passed, as her heart healed and the future looked brighter, she still kept herself guarded. It was safer that way, easier to not let herself get hurt again.Deciding to move to Blithe, Alaska was supposed to be a fresh new start, a change of scenery, and to hopefully find comfort and friendship with Blake Ellis, the brother of the husband she lost. He knew what she was going through.They both lost the same person who meant the world to them.It started as two people needing comfort, seeking refuge from the torment of emotions. They connected, their friendship a safe haven in a wild storm of pain.But as that friendship started to change into something more, Poppy realized coming to Blithe may very well have altered the course of her life in a way she never anticipated.Poppy and Blake couldn't stop the inferno that was threatening to burn them both alive, because it felt too... right.It was forbidden to be with each other, wrong in the eyes of so many, but they couldn't stop, not when for the first time in years they both saw and felt more than just darkness, and that was in each other's arms.Reader note: This story was previously published under the same title. It has since been re-edited and revised. Material may be sensitive to some readers.

Working at a strip club for the notorious lion shifter Leo Castill?It sounded dirty, wrong... exciting.It took many years for Tatum Weatherton to grow comfortable with her curvier body, but she was confident now and took a chance to apply at one of the hottest gentlemen's club in the city, The Lion and the Lamb.But from the moment Tatum and Leo met, something changed in her. He made her feel hot, needy, wanting things she'd never even dreamed of, things that were arousing and obscene.He was bigger than life, his body strong and muscular, built to pleasure the opposite sex.Built to make her feel good.And when he said she was his mate, that he'd claim her, mark her so every other male knew who she belonged to, Tatum should have ran in the other direction.But she couldn't stop wanting him.When a threat forced Leo's inner lion to come free and protect her, the blood of his enemy covering her powerful beast, Tatum knew the only place she'd ever feel safe, the only spot she was meant to be, was at Leo's side.Reader note: This book was previously published under the same title. It has been re-edited and minimally revised. The story itself is the same for those who previously read it. There may be sensitive material to some readers.

Booshie, VP of the Vicious Bastards MC, wanted Naggie in the filthiest of ways, but he knew she was off-limits. Yet his obsession only grew for her with each day he was denied her body.Naggie Conner was wild, spoke her mind, and was covered in ink. She was too much to handle for most, but she didn't care. This was who she was, and it made her happy.But when betrayal had her world caving in around her, she really let loose and enjoyed a girls' night out. It seemed like the perfect therapy to put her troubles behind her.ut that night of drunken abandon ended up with her going home with Booshie.Being with the alpha biker was exactly what she envisioned: untamed, explosive, and addictive. She wanted more, even if it wasn't the best idea.But denying Booshie wasn't an option. He didn't want just one night with Naggie, and he was not the type of man to be refused.Reader note: This story was previously published under the same title. It has since been revised and reedited. Material may be sensitive to some readers.

We were just friends.That's how it had always been, and that's how it would always be ... if I had any self-control.Who said we had to stay in the friend zone?Apparently I did, for far too long. But the truth was, I didn't think there was anything sexier than having blurred lines when it came to Stella.The girl I'd wanted for longer than I'd ever admit to anyone.My best friend.The smartest, prettiest girl I'd ever seen, ever known.I was the star quarterback, the most popular guy in high school, who could have had any girl he wanted.But I didn't want any of those things. I didn't care about any of that.All I cared about, all I wanted was one thing.Stella.And the longer I stayed back, tried to keep myself in control where she was concerned, the more possessive I became, the more obsessed with her, the more jealous I became when a guy even looked in her direction.There was nothing worse than being a jock block to yourself. But I was about to change all of that.I was about to make Stella mine.

We'd been friends nearly our entire lives.Only friends... at least on the outside. I always cared for Devon more than I should, wanted things with him that didn't happen between "just friends."Until one night of drinking changed that.I ended up in Devon's bed after one too many drinks. I wished I could say I didn't remember what we did and feign ignorance. But I knew.I remembered every passionate, heated moment. I remembered the way he touched me, the things he said to me in pleasure.Things were different between us now, weird, and so I stayed away, not wanting to make things worse. But it seemed fate had other plans for me... for us.I had a one-night stand with my best friend, and I had a secret that resulted from that encounter.I was pregnant with his baby.*All stories in the Real Man series can be read as complete standalone titles.

She's my best friend's little sister and completely off limits. But I'm not going to stop until she's mine.BeauI pushed Lexi away years ago. I've regretted it every moment since, but a man can't live in the past forever. I decided to go camping to clear my head and plan my future-a future without Lexi. Imagine my surprise when she's already there. Lexi knows nothing about camping, that much is clear. That's okay, I'll use it to my advantage. I have a second chance and I'm not going to waste it. First, I'll share my sleeping bag with her and eventually I'll teach her exactly how to... Pitch My Tent. Warning: They're back! Jenika Snow and Jordan Marie have teamed up to bring you another hot little number. This time they're taking you out into the wilds. But don't worry, the only thing attacking here is a hero alpha with his eyes set on his woman. A guaranteed safe read that is hot enough to melt your Kindle. It may not teach you how to survive in the wilderness, but if you read closely you might learn the correct way to anchor those tent poles.

There wasn't much I wanted out of life but having my bakery succeed, being able to continue doing what I loved to do, and finding a woman who could make me feel whole.And then the moment she walked into my bakery, I knew there would be no other for me.For months, I watched her sit at that little table in the corner and read. For months, I thought of a million different things I wanted to say to her.I might not have stalked her, but I sure as hell wanted to. I thought about it. Finding more out about Zara, and all the things I wanted to do to her, had become an obsession. Zara was gorgeous and curvy ... exactly the type of woman I fantasized about having by my side.But finding the courage to man up and go after what I wanted-her-was harder than I thought. I guess when you find the perfect person for you, the idea of being rejected could turn anyone into a coward.Until one day I wasn't willing to let her walk by without me saying something to her. I couldn't stay away. I wanted more.Whipped, that's what I was, but only for Zara.

I was known as Fenrir the Destroyer, the taker of lives and castles, a brutal Viking warrior in the Kingdom of Kaldir. My kingdom.My name traveled far and wide, and those who heard it knew their place... accepted their fear above all else.I had riches beyond measure, my followers countless and loyal. But I was missing the most crucial part of my reign, of my ruling.A wife. My queen. A mother to my warrior sons and princess daughters.But there's only one female who tempted my eye and made me yearn for more. And for years I coveted her and her alone, waited until I could provide for her without fail.My Prima.She'd once been a young sapling barely reaching my thighs, but she'd grown into a mature woman full of curves that made me ache. She was the female I knew would make my filthiest fantasies come true.Prima was so small, tiny compared to me, and every protective instinct I had rose up with a vengeance strong enough to level anything in its path. I'd always protect her without fail.She was mine, no matter what.And when timid, inexperienced Prima was finally brought to me-my conquest after years of being alone-I was a selfish bastard and wouldn't deny myself from claiming her.In the end, she'd surrender. Because beneath her uncertainty and innocence was a wildfire I was ready to let burn me alive.

She loved him, but they could never be more than friends.Sophia Kidd and Abe Rochester had been best friends since they were children. With both of their pasts scarred, the only people they could rely on were each other. And so an unbreakable bond was formed, one that tied their lives together, but never in the way she wanted.Known as "Trouble" in town, Abe wasn't the good guy a girl brought home to meet her parents. He indulged in all the bad things life offered: women, bar brawls, and liquor-and not in that particular order.The only thing important to him, the only person who meant a damn thing to him, was Sophia. He loved her.He was in love with her. But the heart wanted what the heart couldn't have. And so he kept things strictly on the friend level.And then a night of partying and tossing back drinks has the world blurring together and nothing making sense. That's how Abe and Sophia ended up together. And when morning rolled around, Sophia didn't think anything could be worse than realizing what they'd done in the throes of a booze-filled, passion-exploding night.Until it's clear Abe had no recollection of the night they just shared.Humiliation was just the tip of the iceberg, and it didn't matter how fast or far she ran; she couldn't escape fate.And what fate gave her was Abe's baby.How can things work out when Abe doesn't even remember sleeping with her?Reader note: This was previously published under the sam title. It has been re-edited and revised. It may contain subject matter sensitive to some readers.

It's been five months since an immunization for the flu collapsed civilization.Sparrow Gray had nothing to her name but the backpack she carried and the meager contents inside. Utterly alone, she fought to survive daily. Everyone was a suspected foe, and the ones unlucky enough to be infected were nothing more than walking corpses.Mason, an ex-Navy SEAL, and Asher, a back-alley fighter, found each other at an unlikely time. The two never thought they'd find pleasure each other's arms. Then came Sparrow, and both realized they wanted her as badly as they wanted each other.And they meant to make that their reality.The world was a dangerous, ugly place, and their trip was filled with fear, pain, and everything in between. But when Sparrow was taken by men who wanted to use her for the only commodity left in this barren world, Mason and Asher would do everything in their power to get her back safely.But could Mason and Asher get to her before all hell broke loose?Reader note: This story was previously published under the same title. It has since been reedited, minimally revised, and new content has been added.

I knew he watched me. I saw it. I felt it.Oli was dangerous, an illegal underground fighter who was brutal and powerful. I'd never met a man more... male than him.He said he'd always be in my life.He said he'd always care for me.I felt that way too. But I loved him. So much that I knew there'd be no other guy for me.And tonight was the night. He'd know how I felt, know what I wanted. The things he made me feel... they were obscene, filthy. They made me burn alive.And when he told me he wanted me, only me, that he was obsessed with the very thought of me, I knew there was no going back.Oli was bigger than life. The way he looked at me made me feel like I was the only thing that would sate the very primal, male part of him.And so here I was, watching him fight, seeing him destroy the competition as if it meant nothing at all, knowing after tonight I'd be his in every way.Every. Way.

*Each Real Man book can be read as a complete standalone.EverettI saw her across a crowded room. She was everything I'd ever wanted. She was everything I didn't know I needed.It ended with a few too many glasses of champagne and both of us in an empty room, the heat rising, two bodies searching for something more. I only knew her first name, but that's all I needed to know I wanted her as mine forever.There wouldn't be anything in this world that could stop me from letting Penny know I couldn't let her walk away.PennyI ran into him... literally. And instantly, I knew he was unlike any man I'd ever met. I'd consumed far too many alcoholic beverages that night, and the liquid courage and bubbles going straight to my head.With my inhibitions gone, I found myself sneaking off into a storage closet with a virtual stranger and doing things that made me blush.It was fast.It was hot.It was dirty. But most of all, it was perfect. When the night ended, I knew the fantasy would no doubt become a distant memory. But Everett had woken something up in me that I hadn't known was asleep. And I yearned for more.And it seemed he hadn't forgotten about me either... not if him showing up on my doorstep telling me I was his was anything to go by.

It wasn't until Cameron that I knew what real darkness was...or that I'd crave it so much.I'd let the world weigh down on me, pull me under until nothing made sense anymore. Maybe that's how I let myself get into this mess. Maybe that's how I was in my current situation with a man I knew could save me from a fate worse than death. Even if being with Cameron, giving him every part of me, the only part that's worth anything-my body-might very well ruin me, I had to survive.Drug lord. Crime boss. Murderer. I should fear him, be horrified by what he wanted from me, by who he was. But instead I found myself wanting to please him, wanting to give myself over completely.Because I knew that gave me control over him.Cameron Ashton reigned over the gritty underworld, the danger and violence of depravity, from his throne. A pistol is his sword, and apathy is his second-in-command. I knew he was dangerous, knew he'd break me and not think twice. But he was my only chance, the only way I'd survive.And I didn't know how true that was until he owned me.He's possessive and controlling. The darkness in him runs stronger, deeper than it ever has in me. Maybe we're not so different. Maybe giving up my control to Cameron, giving him my very soul, made me the powerful one?Maybe, in the end, I'll be the one who owns him.

Mikalina It was spur of the moment, maybe reckless, definitely a shock to everyone I knew when I decided to take a trip across the ocean to a foreign country and stay for an undetermined amount of time.Renting out a cottage in a tiny European village whose residents barely spoke English was the perfect escape from overbearing parents, fake friends, and a future that seemed bleak. And helping out an elderly woman with her shopping to earn some extra cash seemed easy enough.Mindless, hour-long walks through the thick woods that surrounded said village also sounded ideal. No Internet. No television. And just the bare basics to get me by.Perfection. Stress-free. Exactly what I needed.Or maybe I was wrong about it all.I felt someone or something watching me from the darkened, dangerous woods.I felt someone-something-stalking me.I didn't know what or who it was, but I knew with certainty it wasn't human... and that it wanted me.RenI wasn't human, not completely.A Lycan-a centuries-old wolf-like creature that was feared by all, stronger than anything on the planet, and who was only ever after one thing.My mate.For over three hundred years, I had one purpose in life. Find her, the one female born to be mine. My female who'd cause the Linking Instinct-that supernatural connection that told me she was mine and I hers-to finally take root and make me whole.And for hundreds of years, I'd been alone, saving myself for my mate, never stopping the search.Until I scented her, saw her, finally felt my heart beat and the blood rush through my veins with hope and anticipation.Mine.She didn't see me, but she sensed me. And she ran. She couldn't possibly know how much the chase turned me on.I didn't know how I'd make her understand I could never let her go, that nothing and no one would stop me from making her mine.Because once a Lycan found his mate... nothing in this world, nothing supernatural or human, could keep him from her.

Black Mountain Academy's bad boy. That's who Reese Trenton was, or at least how people perceived him. He came from the "wrong side of the tracks" with a perpetual scowl on his face, a body like a god, and the arrogance to match.He was a rough around the edges kind of delinquent, but smart enough he'd gotten a full ride to BMA. And he piqued Keira's interest in the worst-or maybe best-kind of way. He had her wanting to throw that good girl persona she carried right out the window.He had her wanting to be just as rebellious as he was.He knew too much about life, got drunk, and started far too many fights. And Keira wanted him like she'd never wanted anyone before.They say opposites attract, and it seemed that was the pulling force that brought Reese and Keira together.Heated touches.Passionate kisses.Filthy, secret intimacy.They shared it all together and grew addicted for more.He thought he was broken, too battered for a girl like her. Keira wanted to show Reese that despite the cracks he wore, the scars he sported, they were meant to be together.But not everyone thought Reese and Keira should be together, and as the drama and chaos erupted, as people tried to rip them apart, they realized their loyalty and love for each other had never been put to the test more than it had now.Reader note: This story was previously published as Giving it to the Bad Boy. It has been completely rewritten, re-edited, and new content added throughout the entire story. Basically... it's a brand new book set in the elite world of the BMA series.

Brea Collins's past kept resurfacing no matter how hard she tried to outrun it. When she finally settled in a small town, working at a club to save enough for what she hoped was her final escape, she never expected to meet Adrian Holden, a man who made her feel something other than fear.Adrian's life has been far from a fairy tale. He fought in the Underground, an illegal cage fighting organization housed below an up-and-coming nightclub. It was his anger and grief that fueled him, that made him the barbarian he was.When he saw Brea, she called out to every protective, possessive instinct in him.But their happiness could only last so long.With two traumatic pasts and an uncertain future, there was bound to be something that drove them apart. But Adrian was determined to have Brea at all costs, and he would do everything in his power to ensure that, even if it meant raw knuckles and bodies at his feet.Warning: Please note there may be sensitive content that triggers readers. Previously published under the title Adrian's Wrath, this story has been revised, re-edited, and new content has been added.

Willow. Flower shop owner and commoner.I was her king, a ruthless and brutal ruler who didn't back down.And from the moment I saw her I knew she was mine. I had to have her, not just in my bed but also by my side. As my queen.So I had her taken from her home and made a deal with her. I'd make sure her ailing mother was taken care of and pay off her debts if she agreed to one thing.Be my wife and carry my heir.What I wanted I got, and the only thing that I wanted more than all the riches and jewels in the world was her. Willow.Warning: Get your fancy clothes on-or off depending on how you roll-and get ready to dive into one hell of a royal love story. It's got everything that presses your book buttons: a safe read that's swoony, filthy, and delivers a HEA. It's true what they say about this king ... he does always get what he wants.

-All stories in the Real Man series can be read as complete standalone titles-It was hate at first sight.That's what I told myself anyway, because wanting Malachi, who was my brother's best friend, probably wasn't the smartest move.He got under my skin in the worst kind of way... and I was pretty sure he got off on it.I could have ignored my desire, an arousal that was at war with my annoyance with Mal, but then we found each other alone at my parents' house and everything changed.He taunted, teased... pushed me to the point I couldn't stop myself from acting out, letting my arousal take control.I started showing Mal exactly how much I wanted him, even if it was the worst idea of my life.Or maybe it wasn't.What I didn't anticipate was him giving me a night I'd never forget, a night that would shake all other experiences in my life.It was after that when I realized I didn't hate Malachi. I was hopelessly, madly, and irrevocably in love with him.Sleeping with the enemy never felt so good.

When Agata wakes up in the middle of nowhere after drinking an herb concoction given to her by an old Norwegian woman, she's confused, afraid, and just wants to get home. But she doesn't get time to think about her situation, because a towering man resembling a battle-scarred Viking wielding an ax takes her as his property.Although there's a language barrier between her and the barbarian, she understands the one word he keeps calling her-wife.When Stian Dagmar finds a woman alone and unconscious in the woods, the first thought he has is that she'll be his wife. She'd fight him, struggle for her freedom, but being with him would be a lot safer than what his world would give her.He just has to show her that he can be a good provider and protect her from the dangers that surround them.Can Agata accept her new life and the feelings for Stian that grow within her, or will she go home the first opportunity that arises?Reader note: This title was previously published as Ravish Her Completely. Although it has undergone a title change, cover update, and been re-edited, the story itself is the same. It may contain material sensitive to some readers.

The world that was once known is gone. In its place is a society where the rich rule, and the female population is auctioned off to the highest bidder.ClaireXavier saved me, purchasing me off the auction block and making me feel human again. Although I knew he wanted me, could see it in the way he watched me, he never touched me.But I wanted him to.I wanted to feel what it would be like to have his big body over mine, his strong hands running over my bare flesh. I shouldn't want a man like him: rich, dangerous ... one of the elite.But I did.Maybe it was time to break free from my shell and give myself something I deserved ... him.XavierI had money and power, and I used those to my advantage, to purchase women from the auction under the guise that they were for me. But they weren't. I purchased them to set them free. I'd been doing it for years without romantic attachment to any of them ... until Claire came into my life.And once I saw her, I knew she'd be the one I couldn't let go. She'd be my downfall, but I was more than ready to fall to my knees and worship the ground she walked on.Warning: Set in the same world as Mine To Keep, but a total standalone, this story is a safe read with a happily ever after. It might be short, but it promises to make you blush and reach for a fan. There is no OW/OM drama, just one alpha hero who knows what he wants ... the heroine.

When my sister passed away I adopted her daughter, Dolly, and raised her as my own. We were all we had left in this world and I was going to try my hardest to make sure she never wanted for anything.That's why I needed someone I trusted to watch over the most important person in my life. Being a businessman meant I was out of the house a good portion of the day, a necessary evil to provide for Dolly. A live-in nanny would ensure Dolly got the best care possible when I wasn't with her.And when I saw Emma for the first time I didn't just see a caretaker for Dolly. I saw a woman who had every caveman instinct in me rising up like a primal beast. I felt possession and need for Emma the likes of which I'd never experienced before.I didn't just want a nanny anymore, I wanted Emma ... all of her.She might think this was just another job, but before our time was up Emma would realize she was mine and I wasn't letting her go.Warning: Guys, this book is going to give you whiplash for how insta-crazy it is. Talk about a hero who can't keep his hands off his woman! This may look like a sugary sweet read-and it is-but make no mistake: it's filthy as hell. We have one alpha hero who instantly falls for the heroine and won't let her go. Maybe a little obsessive, but hey, that's what we like.

I saw her and instantly knew she'd be mine.There was no other option for me.Nadja was the only woman who made my heart beat for the first time in my life.She was an angel.I was the devil.But she still wanted me.Being the daughter of a notorious bratva member meant she was never really mine. She'd be given away, used like a pawn, bartered for power. And at the end of the day, I wielded no power over that.Then she gave herself to me, and I to her. I vowed she was mine no matter what.But then she was taken from me, and five long years passed in which my heart was outside my body, and I had no idea how to get it back. I knew who had her, would do anything to get her back, but despite being a Preacher brother, I was no match for the Russian mafia.I became a hollow, angry man.She was the stars to my darkness, and without her light, I was the vast nothing.And then by some miracle, she was back in my life, but she was not the girl I once knew. She was afraid, running for her life, and it was my job to protect her at all costs.Because even if it'd been five years since I'd seen her... Nadja was still mine more than ever.

I fell in love with two men.I thought being with them both-at the same time-would be complicated.But it was easy. It was perfect.One of them was twice my age.The other was the boy I'd grown up with.Both of them were so very different, but they gave me exactly what I wanted, exactly what I needed.Ryker was a bad boy with looks that had my panties dropping from day one. He knew exactly where to touch me to make me cry out for more.He was also my best friend.Jareth was older, refined, and experienced. He knew how to make me beg for more with just a dominant look.He was also my boss.Although they were possessive and jealous where I was concerned, they accepted I was in a relationship with both of them.Ryker and Jareth only demanded one thing from me-to only be with them.But would I have choose to be with just one?How wrong would it be if I kept them both?

The contract was simple.Be his for one week and her money troubles would disappear.It seemed simple enough to Sorcha Case. Cut and dry. She'd be Rian Hartford's in any way he saw fit, but only for seven days.But Sorcha should have known nothing was that simple.Rian was arrogant, ruthless, and brought cold to a whole new level. He was gorgeous, intelligent, charming, and charismatic. He's dominating and demanding, and infuriates her to no end. Despite the fact that he was the devil in disguise, Sorcha wanted him like no other, so signing on that dotted line was easier than it should have been.But Rian started to show her a different side, a gentler side that had her falling harder for him. She wanted to hate him, but the longer she stayed with him, the more she gave herself over. Sorcha knew leaving him once the contract was up would be one of the hardest things she's ever done.Reader note: This story was previously published under the title Under His Terms. Although the story itself is the same as before, it has since been re-edited, revised, and new content added.

Being with the only man she'd ever loved would have been a forbidden romance.After Freya's father passed, she decided to pack up and leave everything behind, but that meant leaving Elijah, too.Not only was he older but their lives were entwined, so regardless of her desire, the possibility of them being together seemed next to impossible. But love had a funny way of making a person disregard what was right or what was deemed wrong.The heart wanted what it wanted.And she'd only ever wanted Elijah.Now four years later, Freya was back in her hometown and that longing and ache in her heart remained. But everything was different in the best kind of way, and the forbidden aspect of her love didn't seem so wrong anymore.As passion ignited, truths were revealed, and love was tested. Freya knew she could either follow her heart or let it break a second time.Reader note: This book was published previously under the same title. It has been recovered, re-edited, and has undergone minor tweaks. The story itself is the same. This is a forbidden romance, and there may be subject matter that may be sensitive to some readers.

I found myself at the wrong place at the wrong time. And because of that, I was now considered collateral damage to the Preacher Brothers.So I was taken, thrown in the back of a dark SUV, with a bleeding, dying man draped over my lap, and my future uncertain. I didn't expect to live at the end of this ordeal, not with everything I'd seen, not when I could identify them.But despite my fear of what my future held, I couldn't help but feel this connection to the man whose life hung by a thread.Wilder Preacher.He's mysterious as much as he's dangerous. He's gorgeous in a severe, almost brutal manner. And although his brothers terrify me, I could see how much they loved him, as their worry for his life was thick.I could see the lengths they'd go to not lose him, even if that included taking me as a hostage.I'd never known that, never had that familial tie where I mattered that much to someone.And when Wilder woke up, I felt that connection increase until it threatened to consume me. He looked at me like I was the air he breathed, the blood that rushed through his veins. He told me he'd seen me as he was on the verge of dying, that it was my voice, my touch that made him want to stay.He said I'm tethered to him now, his lifeline... that he won't let me go.I should run, should put all this behind me. And maybe I would.... Or maybe I'd been drawn into Wilder's dark eyes and deep voice until I have no control over my emotions and have no chance of leaving. It's all so crazy, but then again, it's not as insane as the fact that I don't want to leave him now.

Gage Mack: former SEAL and trained killer.He'd been contracted to find Neeka, the missing daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the country.It was supposed to be a search and rescue mission, but what Gage didn't expect to find was an entire underground operation with chemically and genetically modified soldiers.When Gage rescued Neeka, the attraction she felt was instant. But he's dangerous and had no problem killing right in front of her.As they fought to survive, and escaped the twisted prison she'd been trapped in, Neeka realized her kidnapper had other plans for her.Can she escape the clutches of a madman wanting to use her as a reproduction vessel for his twisted plans?Can she keep her emotions for Gage locked down during all the chaos?Did she even want to fight?Note: This was previously published under the titles: The Assassin, and Gage. It has been revised and re-edited, but the story itself is the same.