I have to get out of this wedding asap. My mom arranged it, but I am so not on board. The groom is a total bore and there is zero attraction between us. Like, seriously. Zero. But I’m a chicken, so I wait until the last possible moment before I hike up my wedding dress and flee the scene. I want more than just a wedding of convenience. I want a passionate love affair. I want a man who will sweep me off my feet. I want to be around someone I’m so into that it’s a struggle not to rip their clothes off whenever I look at them. And that person is not my arranged groom, so I leave him at ...

I thought I was the queen of dirty talk. I’ve written it in my books, but have never experienced it in real life. But fiction soon becomes reality when Oliver Brooks finds me. I’m stranded in a torrential rainstorm with nowhere to go. He says he wants to help me. He says I’m his mate. And he says a whole lot of other things that are too dirty to repeat. This hot bear shifter has the queen of dirty talk blushing. He has the queen on her knees. And I’m loving every second of it. There’s a new king in town. And I’m stranded with him for the night. Three new standalone stories by ...

Kyra My aunt and I started this beauty company in her kitchen. Now, it’s a multi-million dollar international company. I adore it. It’s my whole life. And some rich prick waltzes in, thinking he can buy it. Brandon Raven. He represents everything I hate. The corporate establishment. Trust fund babies. Greedy corporations buying up small ethical companies and bleeding them dry. I was expecting my aunt to put up a united front against him and everything he stands for. But my aunt wants out. She wants to retire. She wants to sell our baby to the highest bidder. And she’s the majority ...

He’s my captor. My obsession. And the only man who’s ever made me burn for the cage he built around me. I came to destroy Antonio Marino— Mafia king. Cold-blooded killer. Sin in a custom suit. But now I’m the one on my knees… and I don’t know if I want to get back up. He keeps me locked in his estate like a secret only he’s allowed to touch. A possession. A temptation. A queen he’s molding with rough hands and whispered filth. He doesn’t ask. He takes. He touches me like I’m his. Marks me with bruises I beg for. And every time he calls me good girl, I fall a little ...

I fight him. He doesn’t care. I tell him it’s too late. He laughs in my face. I try to run. He catches me every single time. Now, I’m trapped in his penthouse, wrapped in silk and sin, and drowning in a man who refuses to take no for an answer. He says I was always his. That this baby only seals my fate. That no one else will ever touch me again. He’s ruthless. Possessive. Completely unhinged. And the most terrifying part? I don’t want him to stop.