I'm the new Mafia Boss, thrust into power by my brother's untimely death. His last words haunt me: "Protect Gwen. She has the key." Little did I know, she'd become the key to my heart as well. Gwen is my dead brother's Ex and therapist and the guardian of his secrets. I captured her, determined to uncover the truth that could secure my empire. But this curvy temptress with emerald eyes becomes my own forbidden obsession. Our interrogations ignite a dangerous dance of desire. Each heated glance, each "accidental" touch sparks a fire I can't control. Her intoxicating scent, her lips begging ...

Alexis should've never set foot in my world. Men like me stain girls like her. We take their innocence and tear it to shreds. She thinks she's tough. She thinks she can handle me. But she doesn't know just how deep my darkness goes. It was for the best that I claimed her for a night and left her behind. Anything more than that would have been cruel. I thought I'd seen the last of Alexis Wright. So imagine my surprise two years later when the door to my office opens...and she walks in.

One wild night to celebrate landing my dream job. I never imagined my new client would be the commanding alpha billionaire who'd left marks on my neck just hours before. One night. Pure fire. Forever changed. I meet a stranger at a bar - older, commanding. His experienced touch ignites me, his masterful kisses consume me. By morning, I'm ruined for any other man. Twenty-four hours later, I'm frozen in a boardroom doorway. There he sits - Dante Romano, billionaire and my new client. My unforgettable one-night stand. He's not just a billionaire. He's the city's most powerful mafia boss. As ...

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.

Three months ago, I almost got hit by a car. The guy behind the wheel was as gorgeous as they come. We got to talking and… well, things got a little carried away, if you know what I mean. But when it was over, we went our separate ways. Except, not quite. The little plus sign on this pregnancy test tells me our story isn't over. But that's a problem for another day. First, I have to go to my sister's engagement party. When I see who she's marrying, my jaw hits the floor.