All I've ever dreamed of is revenge. It’s how I survived the darkest parts of my childhood. The parts I’ve confessed to only one man. Then, I find out he’s the one who slayed my real-life bogeyman. Now all I dream of is him. My best friend’s father. Forbidden. Nefarious. A fact that fails to stifle my desire for him. But, when I attempt to breach his impenetrable heart, he unknowingly pushes me into the clutches of an evil I was unprepared for.

The entirety of Olive Township is looking forward to the fast-approaching day when Daisy St. James will say "I do" to the town golden boy. There’s just one little catch. Daisy isn’t in love. Her impending nuptials are transactional in nature, and that suits Daisy just fine. She learned the hard way a long time ago that true love does not exist, so what does it matter if her marriage is a farce?

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He was the darkness to my light, a twisted forbidden fruit. Stalker. Sinner. Dominator. He created reality from dark and sensual nightmares. Yet I craved them. And I hungered for him. Xander Blackwell was all things dangerous and possessive, requiring me to surrender. Demanding I submit to every brutal command. While the passion was savagely intense, his discipline without remorse, his touch and uncontrollable sadistic desire peeled away every layer, exposing the wanton and subversive woman within.

I’m Jade Rivers, Devil Incarnate’s Club princess. This isn’t your typical love story. I have a crazy ex who won’t let me go. A mafia prince who has signed his death warrant, an obsessive Cartel enforcer, and last but not least, the senator's son, who I’m not sure if he wants me dead or alive. Junior year of college at Whitestone Academy was supposed to be my year of freedom from club life. But when Dario, Spade, and Jameson come bulldozing themselves into my life, taking me by storm. Making me feel things I’ve never felt before and want out of this criminal underworld.

Giovanni is my savior... But he wants me for himself. I’ve grown used to men wanting me and taking what’s not theirs to take. But he’s different. He wants to keep me, make me part of his dark world, and I would gladly follow him into the darkness. But his life is trapped in a cage, and his family holds the keys. If forced to choose, we could lose it all.

I’d been stalking her for years. My little witch was always just out of reach. But tonight, I’d gotten her scent. She could run as fast and as far as she liked. It made no difference. I would find her. And when I did, I’d drag my little witch to The Underworld to be my bride. My queen. My goddess forever. I was powerless against his shadows, unable to do anything as the demon split the earth and The Realm of the Living fell away. He expected me to be terrified, but my life had already ended before he captured me.

I have one rule: I don’t date cowboys. But my willpower wavers after meeting these leather-clad hunks. Johnny, Elijah, and Sawyer are competing in the rodeo. And the moment they walk into my bar, they each set their sight on me. It starts as a friendly competition… But soon their flirty smiles and rugged charm wear me down. As they battle it out in the arena, can I figure out if these flings have a future?

I’m Vallie, but BookTok knows me as @CurvyandBooked. Dark romance is my jam, peanut butter, and marmalade. Mafia. Bully. Why choose? You name it, and I want to sit in my beanbag with my battery-operated boyfriend and read it. Look, if I don’t need a chöochie ice bath after a romance, was it even a love story? If someone didn’t bleed for looking at her, was the hero really that into her? But it’s just fiction. Until it’s not. So, when I find a masked man in my living room skimming my favorite romance novel, all my dark desires become very real nightmares.

As the VP of Kings of Retribution MC, I live and breathe club life. After suffering the loss of two women in my life, I grew cold and indifferent to the idea of love. I don't need to let anyone in. I've seen the aftermath it can leave in its quake. The last thing I'm looking for is someone to fill the void, until Bella Jameson.

One look. One touch. One sound of her beautiful voice and I’m hooked. Like a dream I never want to wake up from, she pulls me in and wraps me around her. Consumed. Driven with need. Fueled by an unrelenting desire to make her mine. One night, I take more than she has ever given before, which only leaves me wanting more. Needing more. Craving more. She’s the one I’ve waited for my whole life.

I've always been the feisty sidekick who's up for anything. So, after I'm trapped in an elevator with the gorgeous grump Blake Wilder, Mr. Hockey himself, I'm willing to listen to his scheme. Turns out the grouchy goalie needs a fake fiancée to earn his inheritance. I'm not real girlfriend material (my ex was clear about that), but I agree to help him out with the temporary farce. But only if I can keep seeing the sexy fireman, Aidan, who rescued us from the elevator. Oh, and my billionaire ex-boss, Simon—the one I shared a steamy kiss with just before I quit. Talk about hot.

Fighting wildfires is the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do and I’m damn good at it. Being the captain of an interagency hotshot crew of wildland firefighters is high-risk, high-reward. The risk blindsided me five years ago when I lost one of my crew and was changed forever. Now the only rewards I allow are to work harder, smarter, and enjoy easy, sexy nights with strangers. Until I meet Prescott Timmons. Her smart-mouth and adventurous spirit have me forgetting all of my rules—until her past shows up and lies start to feel too familiar.

A widow trying to rediscover her desire and a man trying to repress his... what could go wrong? Casanova LLC is an emotional exploration of want, intimacy, and the struggle for real relationship. With a guaranteed HEA, some trademark Julia Whelan humor, and a picturesque setting centuries in the making, Claire and Alessandro's story will leave you breathless.

I’m not one for holding grudges. But when Vincent Forde, billionaire perfume tycoon, crashes his shiny overpriced car into mine? Yeah, I’m holding that grudge. With his flashy car, tailored suit, and brooding glare—everything about him screams entitled bosshole. And then he acts like the fender bender was my fault! Seriously, who does this arrogant, sculpted devil think he is? He covers the damages—but with a request that has me fuming—and I figure that’s the last I’ll ever see of Mr. Rich and Ridiculous.