Hockey Rule #1: Keep your stick on the ice… and out of the coach’s daughter. On the ice, I’m a weapon. Hard muscle. Brutal checks. A temper that’s earned me too much time in the box. And I do it all for the coach who pulled me out of a dark life and put me in the game. But life hit back harder. Because the girl I want more than my next breath… is his daughter. Big heart. Dangerous curves. Too sweet for the things I want to do to her. She’s the team’s new PTA, here to keep us healthy for playoffs. And an injured hip lands me flat on her exam table—stripped bare and fighting ...

I hate Nico Moretti. The Reaper. The man who turns blood into power, whose name is spoken in fear and reverence. And in forty-eight hours, I'll be wearing his ring. Our marriage is meant to prevent a war, but it's the very thing that might ignite one. A mole is revealing sensitive information, causing chaos amongst mafia heads, threatening to destroy both our families. My father calls it business—like trading me to the devil is nothing more than balancing the books. I tell myself I can do this—I'm a Bellanti. I've survived worse than becoming a mobster's bride. But the real betrayal? My...

A world of magic, desire, and intrigue awaits at Flighthaven, where a young woman defies the odds to find her true calling. Nineteen-year-old Lark Axton has lived her entire life sequestered behind the castle's walls, overshadowed by her overprotective mother. Now, the king has ordered Lark to assume her missing sister’s role as a warrior in training at Aclaris’s flight academy, where the kingdom's sons and daughters train to battle their winged enemies and control dragons. There’s just one problem. Lark is terrified of flying. Forced to the deadly training grounds of Flighthaven, ...

“Give me a second chance, babe . . . and I’ll blow your mind.” Monroe doesn’t know why she answers the text that’s obviously meant for someone else. Or why she keeps answering. Maybe it’s because she’s all alone in a big city and in desperate need of a lifeline. Or maybe it’s because each exchange leaves her intrigued and more than a little turned on. Still, Monroe never would’ve snarked back if she’d known she was talking to the “Golden Boy” of the Dallas Knights.

Charming, captivating, seductive—and a cold-blooded killer. I married the Pakhan of the Russian Bratva anyway. I had to, it was part of the deal. Now, I’m faking marital bliss as I tremble with fear, and I cannot wait to be out of the clutches of this ruthless man.