He made me his before I even knew his name. When a gorgeous brute with piercing eyes and a body meant for sin washed up at my lakeshore beach, everything about him screamed out in warning. But I was still soaking wet and ready for him when he stripped me bare, his mouth, his hands, and his belt all demanding my complete surrender.

There she lay in all her glory...it was her: Dalia from the Wild. As she lay upon the manicured turf eating a fresh peach under a heavy tree, my mouth salivated as she sexily consumed her delicacy.

Elizabeth "Bitsy" Thayer considers herself a modern-day woman with a 1950s flair. Mixing in her penchant for pin-up style day dresses and a bold red lip, she's in her last year of law school, living on her own in an apartment she loves, and dating a respectable guy. If only her boyfriend were the one starring in her dreams each night. No, that honor goes directly to her brother's roommate, teammate, and best friend: Henry "Hank the Tank" DuBois.

When I caught her sneaking into my home, I thought Raven was just a girl doing a silly sorority dare, so I set her bare ass on fire with my belt and then taught her a much more shameful lesson. My seed was already dripping down her thighs before I learned she's my enemy's daughter. That's when I decided I would be keeping her. And that I'd be making her my bride.

Abby Lane can’t resist the allure of a cat shifter tribe forced to repress their beasts. Research has led her to a coveted piece of information. The location of a man who could prove everything she’s been searching for.

D'Artagnan Conti was born into poverty, raised to be a soldier in my father's savage regime. I grew up in luxury, longing to escape my family's cruel machinations, and the young man with sapphire eyes and the voice of an angel became not just my forbidden crush but my everything. Then he was taken from me, killed in a brutal attack by our enemies. Or so I was led to believe....

Phlebotomist Alexis Cavill has wanted to jump her best friend since he died. Well… Not died died, just became undead. When you nearly lose the person closest to you, it puts some things into perspective. At least it did for her. Buying the perfect dress was only the beginning of her grand plan to take a chance.

Would you give yourself to a stranger? Gwendolyn Myers never thought about it until she runs into Marcus 'Bowie' Ford at the Pink Pussy. A run-down hotel at the edge of town. She's on the run, but one taste of the sexy biker convinces Gwen that her running days might be over!

Jess has one goal in life—protect her son. But when an overcrowded shelter puts her and Jasper out on the street in the dead of winter, she fears she's going to fail that mission. Help comes in the form of confirmed bachelors, Tony Moretti and Dr. Rhys Beaumont. Tony and Rhys share the same motto—work hard, play harder. But when fate drops a homeless waitress and her young son on their doorstep, their wild and free lifestyle takes a sharp turn. Their desire to help her is only surpassed by their desire to claim her, share her, make her theirs.

Stone Keeler is a six-foot-four hunk who could win any girl’s heart and then make her scream in bed, but as he claimed my quivering body for the first time the look in his eyes was terrifying. It was dark and savage, as if at any moment he might lose control completely and take me like a beast takes his mate, mounting and rutting me and marking me as his with every brutal climax.

Out-of-work cybersecurity entrepreneur Fitz needs a job fast. Frantic to make rent, the appearance of a nude redhead and a bizarre recruitment ad are too coincidental to ignore. But after accepting the cryptic gig, he’s shocked to wake up naked on a tropical planet ruled by free-loving cat-like humanoids short on virile males. More than happy to snuggle with a young princess to help the natives with their fertility woes, the nerd struggles with the brutal training required to face a deadly foe.

Ruthless and brutal, I was considered nothing but a cold-hearted beast, a man with no conscience, incapable of caring for anyone. My family's dark, mafia regime had a merciless hold on Miami, our wealth and savagery well known. There was no room for emotions, no heart of soul allowed and that was fine by me. When I was notified I'd been willed my estranged grandfather's ranch in Colorado, it became just another acquisition in my powerful estate.

I have always been the good girl. The quiet girl. And I’m sick of it. I want to play; I want to have some fun. And there is one man with whom I want to do that. Caleb Anderson.

When a mysterious, dangerously sexy stranger led me back to his hotel room for a night of no-strings-attached passion, I didn't expect to end up with my bare ass thoroughly spanked. But the real shock came the next day. That's when I discovered that the gorgeous, violet-eyed brute who made me scream in bed last night is one of the most powerful mafia bosses in the city, and as the future district attorney, I've just been tasked with putting him behind bars for life.

Natalie Taylor, high priestess of the coven in quirky Giles, Massachusetts, just wants to stop seeing dead people. With all the elements needed for the spell now in place, she can finally complete the ritual to push the ghosts away. But when a body is found in Corey Woods, giving her the opportunity to prove that her long-lost love wasn't guilty of the identical murders years ago, some of the answers she needs to clear him lie on the far side of the veil. She's going to need help from both the living and the dead to catch the real killer.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Five Years Earlier: Henry Dunne knows three things: that agreeing to host this raucous house party was a terrible idea, that he absolutely cannot show up to his nursing shift tomorrow with a hangover, and that the beautiful redhead in the corner will be sleeping in his bed tonight.

Obituary writer Nadine Barbault doesn’t mind being called “Lady Death”. It suits the ice queen persona she’s cultivated to survive the fast-paced Toronto Herald. So when Nadine learns that famous (and reclusive) author Dot Voline has died, she doesn’t hesitate to run the obituary…only to discover that Dot is very much alive. Nadine’s screw-up has brought Wesley Chen of the rival Spear no end of joy—she’s been a thorn in his extremely ambitious side for years. But the renewed interest in Dot also surfaced chatter about a mysterious past scandal.

We're not free to give into this. She's 19, and I'm 38. And I'm her boyfriend's father. Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.