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Chris Winchester is a billionaire with serious trust issues, and I am a photographer trying to survive in the world of high-end weddings. And the billionaire’s penthouse is about to be marriage and a murder if he doesn’t stop hitting his snooze button a thousand bazillion times in the morning, while I’m trying to work and get my life back on track.

The second book in the bestselling Goodreads Choice Award–nominated series about a woman kept within the walls of a terrifying dystopian prison, where her survival means fighting back against the very men who have been raised to subjugate her. The second book in the dark, twisted, and riveting...

The other women watch me with envy, but they know nothing of the beatings and punishments I endure. He hides them with a veil. One I must wear until I give him a son. But when I fail, he threatens the only good things in my life. My sister, Alice, and the daughter he ripped from my arms for another family to raise. I thought running back to Saint View would save us. I thought wrong. Now my sister is dead, left strangled in an alleyway, and my ex-husband isn’t the only suspect.

Buried six feet under, I gasp for air. My grave fills with dirt, every minute bringing me closer to my last. My only hope of surviving is the men fighting to find me. Fuelled by secret attraction and bitter jealousy, Hawk and Chaos hate each other more than ever. Their feud needs to end if they’re going to find me in time. Meanwhile, Grayson’s job drags him deeper into the world of psychopaths and murderers, the men in his life only increasing the danger in mine.

I’ve made two impulsive decisions in my life, and both have involved the notorious enforcer of the Disciples MC. First, I humiliated myself by spying on him. Second, I decided to throw caution to the wind and show up at probably the worst possible time. He’s dangerous, demanding, and able to consume me with just one look. He’s also on trial for murder, and no one in his club trusts me. You’d think I’d run. I mean, the cards are stacked against us. But I can’t escape my need, this all-consuming pull I have with him.

Not even the gods can save us. Two of my men have been captured. The rest of us are barely holding on. We’re wanted, and our army stands no chance against the swarm of mind-controlled pawns. Failure is not an option. Abandoning my husbands is not an option. But the longer we take to plan, the closer we get to losing them. Even worse, our companion gods are no help. Horus can’t see them. Freyja can’t heal them. And Hades can only tell me they’re not dead yet. We have everything to lose, and no options left. Jandro, Gunner, and I must do this ourselves.

I spent my life pretending to be just a normal witch, on the run from the Black Guard. But I'm a seer. My ability is to see the future. So why don't I see a way out of this mess? Bane, the bounty hunter, Ambrose, the alpha shifter, and Christian, the king vampire, and I are trapped together in a dying prison. The warden is determined not just to make sure we never escape, but that we never see the light of day again—and he's ready to burn down the prison and kill everyone to make sure we never tell anyone about his corrupt dealings.

My heart wants the most dangerous one of all - the golden man with the beautiful smile. Gunner strikes enemies as ruthlessly as his falcon, but when it comes to us, he keeps me tortured and begging for a swift end. He crushed me once, then kissed hope back into me. His indecision will be the slow, painful death of me. I’m done waiting. I’ll make him put me out of my misery or pull the trigger myself.

They call me the Devil's assassin. It's true. I have blood on my hands. As the VP of the Serpents, my life is driven by loyalty, honor, brotherhood. Until I see her. Too young, too innocent. Mine to claim. What I am, what I do, can never reach her. My dark secrets are scars I bear alone. I'm torn between my duties and the woman I'll die to protect. Until...they try to take what's mine.

The spicy third chapter of The Mafia Academy Series- A forbidden enemy’s best friend dark romance set at a mafia boarding school for the sons and daughters of the most powerful mafia lords... now with exclusive bonus content! Aria Costa The first time I saw Gabriele Vitale, some dark yearning...

My life has been spent drenched in the blood of my enemies. Our family legacy, left only to me when my brother walked away. Women are pawns in a game for pleasure, nothing more—until her. Madison Parker.

Aiden Stone is a six-foot-two former Marine with a permanent scowl, dark hair, and dreamy blue eyes. He’s the oldest of the Stone brothers, and his “by the book” family has battled mine for control of our small town for generations. The last thing I should do is sleep with him. Or nearly run him down with my truck. Especially since he's sort-of my new boss.

It’s not in my nature to beg, but I’ll stay on my knees until I feel that flame sputter out. And then … I’ll rip the world to shreds. I’ve tumbled into a darkness so deep it’s hard to see the light, my petals curling inward as I tip my face from the sun. Hide from my monstrous actions. Traitor. Murderer. High Mistress. My mistakes hunt me down, and I’m pulled into a political tug-of-war, balancing Ocruth’s welfare on the edge of a bloody blade. The moon is swelling, the weight on my shoulders is compacting, and my unfailing curiosity keeps weaving its roots in the wrong direction.

Big-city defense lawyer Dean Lincoln left his picturesque hometown of Beaufort years ago. But now, the lure of small-town life and a family matter have drawn him back. Amidst the sultry heat and the Spanish moss, and beneath the facade of Southern small-town charm, Lincoln begins work again and is immediately thrown into two cases: a rich kid charged with murder and a poor kid accused of arson. Both swear they are innocent. Both feel the system is trying to crush them. And in this corner of the South, guilt is rarely decided in the courtroom…

Master Sergeant Zane Gannon loves nothing more than being a part of his Special Forces unit and kicking ass, but above everything, he values his friendship with Isaac. Sure, they argue and snipe at each other, but it's all in good fun. Until it isn't. Now, Isaac is pulling away and something Zane has buried for two decades is resurfacing. Staff Sergeant Isaac Thorne has loved Zane Gannon from a distance for three years, and he was doing just fine concealing this fact until the colonel decided to pair them together a year ago. Now, it's increasingly difficult to hide his feelings.

Diesel Gannon doesn't mind attending a BDSM party or two, but he draws the line at inflicting pain. That might seem odd because he has a dominant personality, but it's just not who he is. He's seen enough war and pain to last a lifetime. Out on medical leave, and as a favor for a friend, Diesel heads to the Triple R to check on Triton. A man who is far, far too young for him.

When a mission goes south, Elijah Cobalt is forced to take medical leave. What could be better than relaxing in a small town and keeping an eye on his little sister at the same time? Nothing, until he gets his first look at his sister's boss. Elijah has always felt bulky and big around the smaller type of men he prefers and around Justin Bailey, it's the same damned thing.

Dark days filled with pain are still present in Paige's life. If it wasn't for her men, she would have given up a while ago. Even with the looming visit to the council, who she's sure want to see her destroyed, she can easily take them on because she has her guys at her side. And as long as they aren't harmed, then she won't have to kill anyone. For now.

Wherever I went, I heard it: the sound of a purring motorcycle behind me. They never bothered me or said a word. But I knew they were there because of him - Devlin McRae, the head of the local MC. Being followed all the time like this was disconcerting. And lately, the bikes had been getting closer, less secretive, more obvious. What would I do if Devlin ever caught me?

I wasn't ready for Jacob Clark. He was sin and dark edges, wrapped in regret. He was my Kryptonite. His words oozed over me like warm honey. His dark eyes pricked my soul, and his touch.... Those fingers set my skin on fire. Of course, he was too good to be true. And before I could wipe the icing off my greedy lips, I was walking away. So, why was he invading my dreams?