The plan was simple and straightforward. Interview a prisoner for my term paper in the safety of my father’s office. Only problem? A prison riot just broke out. And I’m trapped with a jealous convict with feral eyes and possessive hands. Monroe Gage swears he’ll lay down his life to protect me from the hardened criminals hunting the warden's virgin daughter. Oh, and he’s also vowed to do wicked things to me. As long as I promise him forever. Am I insane to agree?

Skye Michaels lives for two things: ballet and romance novels. Her mother walked out when she was twelve, and her father barely acknowledges her existence. So when she’s snatched off the streets and grilled about her embezzling father’s whereabouts, she’s utterly clueless to the fact that the wickedly handsome, reclusive billionaire who sets her heart—and other parts of her body—on fire has been watching her for months. High up in his tower overlooking the Manhattan skyline, Jared Prince dictates her new reality—he’s going to keep this innocent, neglected princess he’s grown...

Anchor The moment I saw her, I knew she was mine. I knew she’d be my life, but so was the club, And she understood that she understood me. Growing up, I always wanted to prove myself, To the brothers, my father. But with my Angel, she loved me for who I was. And I took her for granted. I messed up; she left me, and rightfully so. She no longer agreed with club life; She no longer agreed with me. But losing her is not something I’m willing to stick with. She means everything to me, And it’s time she understood that. Yes, I messed up, but I promise my Angel, I’ll spend a lifetime ...

He’s much too old for me…but he’s obsessed with me and forces me into marriage… I’m the innocent one, the good girl who didn’t know about the Bratva. Until he marches into my life and decides I’m his. And the next thing I know, I’m locked in his mansion and forced to be his Bratva bride. I spent my youth bouncing around foster care homes. I’ve never been anyone’s choice. But when he sees me, his eyes get dark and a slow smile curls his lips. He takes my phone and puts in my job resignation for me. And when someone else comes too close, he’s wracked with jealousy and ...

There was a sh*tstorm brewing. Whispers. Rumbles. A rot—fueled by greed and protected by corruption—that’d seeped like sewage, eating away at everything it touched. The only people I trusted were my brother by blood, my brothers by patch, and the crazy Irish-Scottish bastard I did jobs for. That was why, when the hot-as-hell blonde started trailing my brothers and me, I had to act.