Carrie might be lost, but she's exactly where she needs to be—in the big tattooed arms of a hot possessive mountain man. This obsessive alpha knows how to treat a city girl right!

I fled to the mountains to get away from women. They all wanted a piece of my fortune, but I wasn't about to give them anything. I didn't want romance. I didn't want love. Until I saw Savannah. Wandering through the wilderness by herself. I followed her to make sure she was safe from the beasts lurking inside the darkness. But who's going to protect her from the beast lurking inside me? The obsessive one who wants to own her. The one who wants to steal her away where she can never escape. She's striking something deep and primal in me, and I don't know if I can hold it back.

I've been in love with Sebastian Kemp since the second grade. Yes, the Sebastian Kemp. World famous hockey player. International playboy. Gorgeous heartthrob. I know, right? Get in line. I've been best friends with his younger sister since grade two, but I was convinced that he forgot I was alive. That's why I was so surprised when I turned on the news and saw my name and face all over it, saying that we were engaged. He shows up out of nowhere.

There was a fire in the break room. And I started it. Mr. Wallis is going to kill me. He takes one look at me and my blushing cheeks and says he's going to punish me his way. We're far enough from civilization that no one can hear me scream. Or moan. Or beg for more.

Getting out of my parent's house was meant to be a chance for me to spread my wings. Instead, I seem to have picked up a new babysitter. Townes Monroe is grumpy and bossy. Every time I turn around, he's there. The man seems to know exactly how to press my buttons. I'm just not sure if that's a good thing or not.

I need a break. I’ve spent this last year working hard to get my business off the ground and to settle into my new apartment and town. All work and no play though has made me a dull girl. Now I’m looking to change that and I know just how to do it. With Ryder Murray.

The feral monster will have to be put down. And he'll bring me down with him. My mate is the only one who can save me. But she's not here and I'm running out of time. In desperation, I go to an auction. When I catch a whiff of her delicious scent, my bear nearly loses it. And when I see her on that stage with other men bidding on what's mine, my bear wants to destroy everything and everyone. I won't let him. Not this time.

I need a beast. So, that’s exactly what I get. Elijah "The Beast" Stoll. Former football player, former school god, Jacksland town legend. He’s my cousin’s best friend and it’s time to pull in a favor. Maybe if he picks me up after school and I’m seen with him, they’ll lay off me a bit. It’s a pretty good plan. But what I don’t take into account is how protective the beast is. And how utterly obsessed he becomes with me. The football team is screwed. And if I’m lucky, I will be too.

I really don’t know why I’m here. The excessive drinking, the half-naked bodies, the horrible decisions being made. So, when my friends throw me on stage for a wet T-shirt contest, I nearly die. Hundreds of people are watching as the MC approaches with the water jugs to show off my jugs. That’s when I see him. Jackson. Charging through the crowd. Then, I feel his hands on me, grabbing me, throwing me over his shoulder, stealing me away. He’s the rich owner of the hotel and he’s not having any of this. He still wants me to get wet, but it will be for an audience of one.

I've been in a bit of a funk lately. Who hasn't? Languishing in my room 24-7. Working, sleeping, eating, drinking. Too much of all four. Something had to change to shake things up. Enter my new roommate, Emmett. He hasn't just shaken things up. He's flipped and twisted me around in every position possible. My world has never been so shaky. There's a hot shredded alpha prowling around my apartment and he has a slew of new rules. He enforces them with a dominant hand and a possessive gaze. Following the rules has never been so fun....

When Ashton moved to London, it broke my heart. I was only fourteen, but I was in love. I haven't seen him in four years. But now my father is getting married, and he's back. My feelings haven't changed, but I have. I'm not a scrawny little girl anymore. I have thick hips and curves. And once my father's best friend sees them, well, let's just say he becomes more caveman than best man. He can't take his eyes off me during the ceremony. He can't keep his hands off me during dinner. And every chance he gets, he's pulling me into storage closets and kitchens and alleys to..."celebrate".

It's been eight years since I've been stranded on this desert island. Eight long years of eating the same food, walking along the same beach, staring at the same trees all day long. But everything changes when a young, beautiful girl washes up on my shore. Her plane crashed in the ocean. She's stranded on the island now. This is my island and that means she belongs to me. I'll never be bored again. Not with those delicious curves and that pretty face. This desert island just got a whole lot more interesting. With her here, it just became a paradise.

My mother is getting remarried and I was originally thrilled. Not only was I getting a new stepfather, but I’m getting a stepbrother too. My enthusiasm left when I saw Tanner Lawson walk into the room. He’s my new stepbrother. My new filthy-mouthed, dirty-talking, obsessed-with-me stepbrother. I’ve always been a good girl. But my tattoo-covered, rule-breaking stepbrother is bringing out a new side of me. He knows how to push every button. He says we’re family now and we have to share everything. This is so wrong. It’s so filthy. But why does it feel so good?

It's my first day as the new reporter covering New Zealand's famous rugby team. I'm an American who knows nothing about rugby, but after taking one step into the locker room after the game, I'm a huge fan. These massive tough men are true alphas. And there's one who stands taller than the rest. Akea Saluni. The Samoan god. Covered in tribal tattoos, this chiseled man has muscles for days. He puts the moan in Samoan. He makes the Rock look like a pebble. He brings me to my knees. And once this possessive man lays his dark eyes on me, that's exactly where I'm going to stay.

Callum Walker is a crazy grump. Okay, fine. He’s a hot, crazy grump. Still. He’s known me for less than a day. And now he’s showing up at my job saying that I’m the one. Like I said. Crazy. But there’s something else about him too. Something protective in the way he looks at me. And when he sees me on one of the worst days of my life He doesn’t even flinch. He just tosses me over his shoulder and says “you’re mine.”

I fled to the mountains to get away from women. They all wanted a piece of my fortune, but I wasn't about to give them anything. I didn't want romance. I didn't want love. Until I saw Savannah. Wandering through the wilderness by herself. I followed her to make sure she was safe from the beasts lurking inside the darkness. But who's going to protect her from the beast lurking inside me? The obsessive one who wants to own her. The one who wants to steal her away where she can never escape. She's striking something deep and primal in me, and I don't know if I can hold it back.

Carrie might be lost, but she's exactly where she needs to be—in the big tattooed arms of a hot possessive mountain man. This obsessive alpha knows how to treat a city girl right!

I've been in love with Sebastian Kemp since the second grade. Yes, the Sebastian Kemp. World famous hockey player. International playboy. Gorgeous heartthrob. I know, right? Get in line. I've been best friends with his younger sister since grade two, but I was convinced that he forgot I was alive. That's why I was so surprised when I turned on the news and saw my name and face all over it, saying that we were engaged. He shows up out of nowhere.

There was a fire in the break room. And I started it. Mr. Wallis is going to kill me. He takes one look at me and my blushing cheeks and says he's going to punish me his way. We're far enough from civilization that no one can hear me scream. Or moan. Or beg for more.

I own you now. Desperate and alone, I strike a bargain with a mafia boss. I make myself available to him, he pays my bills. I’m his beck-and-call-girl. He’s my sugar daddy. Bobby Manghini owns me–that’s our arrangement. Giving myself to him is easy. He may be older, but he’s sinfully sexy. Skillful in bed.