Every girl dreams of meeting her celebrity crush. Unfortunately, my dreams weren't coming true. I was on national television, standing in front of my celebrity nemesis, and ten hours earlier, I had his tongue down my throat.

After fleeing a shattered engagement, I wanted a fresh start in New York City, but instead all I got was a tiny apartment with a communal bathroom and a rat that steals my Oreos. Oh, and one hot night I won’t soon forget. What I didn't expect was the gorgeous man at the bar to want his two best friends to watch us together. How was I supposed to know they were about to be my new bosses?

Three years. Three years at the Omega Center, learning everything I need to learn, becoming the omega that they say we're supposed to be. You know what else they say? That we'll find our pack, our alphas, while here. There hasn't been an omega yet that's walked through those doors and not walked out ready to bond with their intended packs and alphas. The exception being me. I haven't found my pack. On my last night at the Center, however, I catch a scent that nearly drives me crazy. I found them there. Syn and Kian. And that scent around them that makes my knees weak?

Trapped in the wilderness of Norway, he became both my protector and predator. When I set off to the remote wilderness of Norway for my atmospheric research, I envisioned rain drenched landscapes and fierce weather patterns, not the brooding and dangerously attractive hunter, Aksel. Initially, I admired his rugged intensity, but I soon uncovered the darkness lurking beneath his captivating blue-gray eyes. Trapped in his isolated cabin in a foreign land, I'm forced to navigate not only the unforgiving elements but also Aksel's possessive and primal desires.

Once upon a time there lived three men bonded by darkness and pain. Each fighting a past that wants to drown them. All of them damaged and broken. None of them complete. Until her.

I've always shot for the moon, but if you'd told me I'd be earning seven figures at twenty-four, I would never have believed you. And if you'd told me that I'd earn every penny of that success by selling my body and my soul, I'd have laughed in your face. Still. Here I am at Seraph, an elite agency that recruits only the most well-educated, accomplished and discreet women. Our area of expertise? "Full service" executive assistants to the most powerful men in the world.

When my boyfriend Cole invited me to celebrate Christmas at his stepdad's cabin, nothing could have prepared me for what would happen next. Griffin's nothing like I pictured. Instead of a typical middle-aged man, I'm faced with broad shoulders, a muscular chest, and a jawline sharp enough to kill. Spine-tingling grazes and heated glances that last too long have me feeling guilty about how my body's reacting. That is until my boyfriend asks to share me with his stepdad.

I'm known as the bad boy of baseball, and I've always used that to my advantage. Men want to be me. Women want to be with me. I've ridden that wave all the way to the top. But when my quick temper lands me in hot water with my team, I have to think fast in order to save my spot on the Daytona Fury roster. Unfortunately, the only person who can help me carry out my crazy plan is the one woman I can't stand but also want so badly that I can barely control myself.

Gideon York is one of the most famous queer men in the world, but since his very public sex scandal, he’s on the verge of being permanently cancelled. Up for three Grammys this year, he needs to get through his six-week European tour without further incident or bad press. That’s where I come in. Call me his security detail, bodyguard, babysitter, or handler—I’ve been hired to keep him within my line of sight and out of trouble until the award ceremony. Should be a cakewalk.

What happens is that you get “make out with strangers and pee in a parking lot” drunk. Tie the knot with a guy you just met. Then *allegedly* participate in depraved group activities with him and his friends in the honeymoon suite of a five-star hotel. But that’s not even the worst part.

As a secret Omega living as a Beta, I’ve worked hard to build a good life and escape my past. So when I land a job as the assistant to three powerful Alpha billionaires, I focus on keeping my head down—despite the way their intoxicating scents make my head spin. Everything is going fine… until the day my blockers fail and I start perfuming. I’m terrified that my three bosses are going to turn me over to the authorities so that I can be presented as an Omega and courted by a pack. But they don’t. Instead, they make me an offer: one year of marriage.

Hockey is my life. It's my only goal, my only escape. Everything was going according to plan. All I had to do was focus on the game, keep my head down, then get drafted into the NHL. Starting the year as the captain of FU should have made that easy, but now my attention is torn between the ice and taunting my rival's little sister, Madeline Peters. My only real solace is the mystery girl inside my phone who refuses to tell me her name. Then, one drunken knock on the wrong door brings Madeline into my bedroom.

I thought I wanted the boy next door, until I figured out his dad is one of the real men I crave. Maybe it’s revenge. Maybe desires can only be repressed for so long. Maybe my brain is just a scrambled mess since my boyfriend cheated on me. This is the same boyfriend who’d insisted we wait until marriage, much to my dismay. The only thing that’s clear is that I’ve waited too long to be with a man, and now I want two of them… My ex’s dad and his friend, whose name I don’t even know. Does that mean I’m wired wrong? Maybe.

I think I always knew I was going to die young. Like I had this… silent, invisible clock ticking down to my final moments plastered above my head. Maybe that’s why I was so reckless, crazy. Why I sought after adventure. Why nothing scared me… Except, there was always this… feeling I couldn’t shake that something was in the darkest parts of every corner, under every bed, closet, or room, like a ghost watching me. Waiting to take me. My own, personal reaper. But it was always only during a lightning storm that I could see the outline of my reaper. No scythe.

I've never looked at Lyric as anything other than my wife's daughter. The deepest my attention and affections have ever run are that of any fatherly figure, but those neglected baser needs take one look too long, and my fate is suddenly sealed—especially after the "accidental" nude debacle. I figure ignoring her and staying as far away as possible will get my point across; we can't happen and I can't be attracted to her.

Claire is the epitome of a good girl. She's cute, smart, demure—and my student and teaching assistant for the semester. Of course, I didn't know the latter when we first met at The Velvet Rooms, an elusive kink club for the richest of the rich. I was looking for a little plaything, she was looking for a Master—and we both felt like we found the perfect match in each other. Learning that she's a virgin already derailed my plans for the night, but fate had an even bigger twist waiting for us.

Billionaire CEO Ben “The Stone-Man” Stone never cracks a smile, fires people on the spot, and won’t let anyone work on the same floor as him. Until he meets Ashley, an intoxicating young human from Marketing. Her scent drives him wild, igniting a hunger so deep he can’t resist hiring her to be his assistant.

Marissa Matlock and her boyfriend are handed a bright red envelope from the mysterious president of Theta Rho Zeta inviting them to the fraternity’s scandalous Red Night event, one they know is filled with debauchery. Attending in hopes of discovering her secret desires, Marissa unwittingly draws the obsession of a dark predator. Now, she is unable to escape Xavier’s thrall.

From the moment I spotted him on the side of the road, I knew he was trouble. Now I'm kneeling at the mercy of a masked devil with my boyfriend's blood on my hands. He tells me to call him Saint because he saved me... that I should be thankful he spared me a worse fate. I'm tempted to fight him or bargain. But when Saint tells me to run, a twisted part of me wonders if he'll chase.

When Max learns that a gene-altering treatment he underwent could make him go primal on the right woman, he decides to just stay home. As a widower and a hermit, he prefers his own company, anyway. Yet, he still relents when his best friend lures him out on a quick vacation. Well, that was a mistake. Because now he’s trapped in a beach house with the one person on earth he was hoping to avoid: his best friend’s daughter. She’s off-limits. And he was having a hard enough time resisting her before the experimental treatment.

Gavin has been toying with mortals' lust and desire for longer than he can remember. He's ditched the wings and silly bow and arrows in exchange for something more powerful: a dating app he designed called Cupid's Arrow. Valentine's is Gavin's favorite night of the year, and Cupid's Arrow is hosting a singles event at the hottest club in town. Gavin is ready to sit back and watch the fun—until she walks in.

She was my salvation—until she became my destruction. Once, I would have bled for her. Now, I burn for revenge. She and her father didn’t just betray me. They destroyed me. Left me broken, bleeding, crawling my way out of hell. And now, years later, she’s back—wrapped up in a satin bow with a convenient case of amnesia? Nice try, princess. But I don’t believe in fairy tales. I bought her at an auction. Now I own her for a week. Seven days to make her remember exactly who she was to me. Seven nights to make her pay for every lie.

Imani hates her life and her waitressing job. She's stuck in the small town of Crystal Lake with no money, education, or way to escape. And then Aiden and his friends come into town. People aren't sure if they're a gang of bikers or something else. There's this odd sense of power whenever they are around. But when Imani meets Aiden, desire instantly bridges between them. There's just one thing standing in their way. He's a werewolf—the alpha of his pack and the one who created the rule that shapeshifters can never breed with humans.

My pretty little Puppet dreamed of monsters and things that go bump in the night. She ached to forget about responsibilities and expectations long enough to let a faceless predator chase her through the woods. So I gave Peyton Everett everything she ever dreamed of. Once I hired her as my housekeeper, I brought her to the middle of nowhere to maintain my estate, and then I anonymously contacted her through the website she only visited when she was alone.

I'm stuck in an uptown lobby while my dreams of making it as a model in New York hang by a single thread. Meanwhile, Olivier Arnaud lives his best life as a useless socialite, flaunting his wealth, his looks, and his privilege. His gaze taunts, and his nightly, condescending smirks burrow deep beneath my skin where I simmer with bitterness and hate. The day he asks me to deliver his mail directly to his twelfth-floor penthouse, he makes it personal, and the thread snaps—violently. With my hand around his neck, I feel alive for the first time in months.

My name is Thomas, and I'm always hard. No really, that's my last name. Thomas Hard, the pleasure is all mine… literally. I can't help it that my name suits me well. You know what else suits me well? That girl sitting across the bar, with her lips right where I tell them to be. I want her, and when I want something, it's gonna be mine.

This isn't the first time I've imagined tearing Jenna's clothes off and reddening her ass with my belt, then pinning her to the bed and taking her so roughly she can't help screaming my name. But it's the first time it's about to really happen. Teaching my daughter's nineteen-year-old best friend all the ways a billionaire mobster can make a girl like her blush and beg and come would have been over the line even for me.

I’m a mafia princess, heir to the Kings’ throne. My entire life has been spent behind the bars of a gilded cage. Protected, admired, adored. Controlled. I long for freedom. In one night, everything changes… Enter Raffaele Ferrara, dark, broody and tormented. And the most frighteningly gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. My new bodyguard is all rules and restraint. But beneath our clashes, an undeniable attraction simmers—dangerous, forbidden, irresistible.

The board is set. The walls of Castle University, once my stronghold, now echo with the whispers of war. As the Queen, I've faced betrayal, navigated alliances, and survived attempts on my life. But nothing has prepared me for this. My Kings, my protectors, are the only certainty in a world of chaos as an unseen enemy casts a shadow over our hard-won peace. In the dark corridors of power, I tread a dangerous path. The whispers call me a monarch of manipulation, a mistress of the great game. But I am not just playing for power; I am fighting for our future.

I was trying to help Joel out with a massage. How did we end up in his bed? My college roommate Joel is on the hockey team. He's a great athlete, and my best friend. When he comes up to the room with a tight leg, I offer to massage it for him. But before long, I see that I've gotten his blood flowing...somewhere else. I'm straight, and yet all I want to do is pull his pants down and see him in all his glory. Joel isn't even embarrassed. It's like he's showing off. When he comes onto me, it's game over. I'm entirely his, and Joel's massage is going to be deep and hard.