JOANNA

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.

Death walks alongside me. But the reaper is no match for me. I'm trapped in a world full of monsters dressed as men, and those who aren't as they seem. They won't keep me forever. I no longer recognize the person I've become. And I'm fighting to find my way back to the beast who hunts me in the night. They call me a diamond. But they've only created an angel of death.

The first letter arrived the day my husband was buried. It was postmarked from the state penitentiary, and contained a single sentence: I’ll wait forever if I have to. It was signed by Dante, a man I didn’t know. Out of simple curiosity, I wrote back to ask him what exactly he was waiting for. His reply? You.

The people we love are thieves. They steal our hearts. They steal our breath. They steal our sanity. And we let them. Over and over and over again. They say you never forget your first love. Mine was a homeless musician who wandered straight into my soul. He was my first everything. And fourteen years later, I still can't get him out of my head. He broke all my rules. He also broke my heart. I watched him climb to stardom, cheering him on from afar. But I was never a fan; just a girl in love.

Erik Hadley is a gifted violinist with a dark past and an even more troubled soul. His only place of safety, a glass room built to protect others from his violent outbursts. But it's nothing more than a prison, and I have every intention of setting him free. It won't be easy. There are those who want to keep him imprisoned, who want to keep him from me and a life beyond those walls. I can't let that stand, I won't. Will I be able to sever the strings that hold his mind hostage? Am I strong enough to cast that first stone?

Callyn Silvers is the quiet girl in class, with her nose always in a book. No matter what school she's in, she likes to fly under the radar, and is hoping that senior year, at yet another new school, will be the same. Enter Zeke Montgomery, Graydon James, Maximus Anderson, and Lucian Harris. They enter Callyn's life like a Category 5 hurricane. All the boys recognize who she is the moment they see and scent her. She is their mate. All of their mates.

I’m a cold-blooded killer, a femme fatale with a long list of victims. My latest target being Cesare Montesano. I must kill him and his brothers to protect my innocent young daughter. He catches me in the middle of the mission, but I’m not scared. I might be his prisoner yet I’m not without weapons. And I will use every trick in the book to disarm him and escape.

A dangerous Bratva mobster walked in on me... As I was getting my Brazilian wax. And now, I'm pregnant. Okay, I know that's a lot for one day, but bear with me. It all started when I got kidnapped by "Mr. I Ooze Danger" I just told you about. There's a lot more to Timur Yakov than just oozing danger. Sure, he's a 6-foot-4 mass of broody arrogance. Sure, his gaze could pierce through ice, and his body deserves a standing ovulation. Excuse me… ovation! But Timur is haunted by demons. Demons that could easily crush me and tear my heart to shreds.

Henry Wolf is a deliciously wicked, sinfully handsome man who has done a very bad thing. Potentially. Worse, he owns me now - every inch of my body and a sizeable chunk of my stupid, naïve heart. And he's made it clear that if I want to keep my job and stay in Alaska, I'm stuck catering to his every whim and wish - both in the hotel and in his bedroom - while I wait for the potential fiery media circus ring that will no doubt drag my reputation into the gutter along with his, should his past discretions surface. I will not surrender to his demands....

He was my demon when I was a child. A hellish force protecting me from the evil that hid in the dark and preyed on the weak. But I’m not that innocent girl anymore. And he’s no longer my savior. Filled with such cruelty, such madness, my survival instincts tell me I should run the other way. But how can I when my madness matches his own? When his darkness sings to mine? What happens when two lost souls are just meant to be? When their ugly scars fit so perfectly together? Some matches, like my sister’s, are created in love… Other matches are just plain deadly.