Our families have been enemies for thirty years. So why do I want Scarlett Stone more than the air I breathe? Scarlett and I couldn’t be more different. I’m 6’2” and big all over (so I’ve been told). She’s tiny. Like a hobbit without the hairy feet. I’m a billionaire who owns a city penthouse and buys Italian suits in Milan. She lives in a commune and wears real flowers in her hair. I’m university educated, well traveled, and experienced. Scarlett has spent her life surrounded by crackpot hippies, yet there’s an innocence about her that makes my pulse pound. Our fathers ...

There will be death.My name is Nicco Bregoli the don. Behind my back they call me Dominicco dead eyes. My late father was Dominicco Bregoli the head of the Bregoli Mafioso Family. I ascended to the throne and I’m now THE BOSS. Something is rotten in my organization. I can’t trust anybody not even my own family. Lordes Donovan is the only man I can trust. If you have the balls to go up against me you have the courage to catch a bullet. They say if you mess with the bull you get the horns. I say if you mess with a Bregoli, you get a dance with death. PLEASE READ: CORRECT COPY OF NICCO IS ...

It all started with a small lie. Then a few more small lies. And suddenly… I’m falling for three men in a small town that was never supposed to matter. I didn’t mean to stay in Springfield. I was supposed to keep driving—keep running. But when my car broke down, and I was offered a job and a place to stay, saying yes felt like survival. Then I started growing closer to some of the locals. I didn’t expect Noah, steady and kind, who makes me feel safe in a way I’ve never known. Or Lucas, soft-spoken and quiet with eyes that see more than I want him to. And then Garrett—wild, ...

I’m the darling of Australian TV. A good-girl actress with a spotless record. Or at least, that’s what I let the public believe. But what I do behind closed doors would shock them all. I’m a far cry from the girl next door I play on their screens each night.

She spilled vodka on the wrong man. He saved her from a beating then made her kneel in front of the whole club to clean it up. Jada is a broke law student working in an underground Bratva fight club to save her sister’s life. She keeps her head down and mouth shut until a spilled tray of vodka puts her in the crosshairs of a dangerous captain. But it’s Ivan who steps in—Bratva enforcer, monster in the ring, and the man whose cold gray eyes see everything. He doesn’t hit her. He humiliates her. And then he keeps watching. Ivan is used to being obeyed. Feared. Alone. But the girl in ...