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The resistance sent them, but that's not really why these four battle-hardened Vakarrans are here. They came for me. To conquer me. To master me. To ravage me. To strip me bare, punish me for the slightest hint of defiance, and use my quivering virgin body in ways far beyond anything in even the very darkest of my dreams, until I've been utterly, completely, and shamefully subdued. I vow never to beg for mercy, but I can't help wondering how long it will be until I beg for more.

They rescued her. They tamed her. Now they will ravage her. Though the aliens were the ones I always feared, it was my own kind who hurt me. Men took me captive, and it was four Vakarran warriors who saved me. But they don't plan to set me free.... I belong to them now, and they intend to make me theirs more thoroughly than I can imagine. They are the enemy, and first I try to fight, then I try to run. But as they punish me, claim me, and share me between them, it isn't long before I am begging them to ravage me completely.

She was a broken angel who had the light beat right out of her. He was the man responsible for her life, her protector.... He never expected to fall for the fragile woman, with soft eyes and lips that begged to be kissed. He knew what she saw when she looked at him, a ruthless fighter, a man with a broken past, too far gone to be reached, sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness. Still, somehow her light reached him, the innocence inside her called to him and the moment her soul touched his, he was tamed, ensnared in her love.

She was a tiny little temptress of a woman that made my blood sing for vengeance. I should be punishing her, breaking her from the inside out after finding her in my father’s clutches. But when I discover the truth that she is just as much of a victim of my father’s wrongdoings as I am, I can’t follow through. I know then that I can’t break my little mouse. Not after she’s lured me in with her big blue doe eyes, strawberry blonde hair, and those pink painted lips that beg to be kissed again and again.

I never looked back the day I left Sunset Drive. If I did, I knew that I would never leave the hellhole I had grown to despise, a place I began plotting my escape from as a child. The only difference was that I always thought she'd be by my side on the day I was finally free. The day I left it all behind was the day my hatred for the entire Wilson family was born. Poppy included. After all, she had lied to the police just to protect her monstrous father after he got my parents killed. From that day forward, I decided she needed to be dead to me.

As head librarian in my small town, I take my job seriously. So when I hear a sound in the library's attic while I'm working late and alone, and then a big, green, muscular orc creeps up behind me, I smack him in the head with a stapler. After the theft of an ancient orc book on loan to the library, is it any wonder I'm skittish? Katar explains he heard me scream and only wanted to help. He's... upset, and I guess I can't blame him. He offers to help me discover who stole the book, and we track down one clue after another.

It’s December in Poplar Falls and the small town is thrumming with activity and alight with festive cheer. Merry Hearts features all your favorite couples coming together in one story to bring you joy, happiness, and a little Christmas hometown joy.

Caught between duty and desire, which will I choose? I promised her father I'd keep her safe, and she is safe, safe from everyone except me.

Kamii: My marriage ended tragically. Since then, the only excitement in my lonely, pathetic, workaholic life has been reading romance novels. However, I now have the chance to be whoever I want to be, where no one knows my past, and will never be my future. Preston: I like to bury my pain somewhere I can be anonymous, and still be faithful to my deceased wife's memory. There, I can give and receive pleasure, without any guilt or attachment. When their worlds collide, their anonymity offers protection from painful pasts, cunning schemes, and dangerous lies.

I’m cursed. Yes, really. I broke a boy’s heart, because he wasn’t romance hero material, and his nonna cursed me to live out my favorite plotlines...without the happy ending. Consider my track record: Second-chance romance? Turns out my old flame returned home to cook meth, not take care of his parents.

"Please spank me, Daddy. Please make it hurt". Only a ruthless bastard would make an innocent virgin say those words when she came to him desperate for help, then savor every quiver of her voice as she begs for something so shameful. I didn't even hesitate. I made Keri Esposito's problems go away. Then I made her call me daddy. The image of that little bottom bare over my lap was more than I could resist, and the thought of her kneeling naked at my feet to thank me properly afterwards left me as hard as I've ever been.

This is no boring librarian shushing people from behind a desk. This librarian corrals rogue magic. But more importantly, she has a frog and a cat, and she’s not afraid to use them! I knew when I woke up with a migraine that things were going to get interesting. As a magical artifact wrangler, it’s not an unusual way to start my day. But I had no idea how bad it was going to get until I found a frog sitting in my teacup.

In a world built on secrets, whom can you trust?‍ I have my assignment: infiltrate the Gifted government and find a way to undermine their power.‍ Should be easy, right? But my magic is going haywire again, the bond to my four is straining, and I don’t know how to play the role I’ve been given.‍ On top of that, I’m starting to realize there’s even more danger here than meets the eye. Someone in the capital isn’t playing by the rules....‍ Which leaves just one question. Whose side are they on? I can handle myself in a fight. But can I win the game of lies?

Five years ago, Clayton Rorick loved me. Or so I thought. Turned out he only wanted to get his hands on my daddy’s company. Heartbroken, I ran away with nothing but the clothes on my back. Like a twisted Cinderella. When my father dies, leaving my sisters in a desperate situation, it’s up to me to help them. I'll have to beg the man who broke my heart to save us.

Grace was his first love, his forever, and then he lost her. He’d spent years watching from afar, knowing he could never have her again. The violence, the hate, and pain owned him. It took all the good away. It took her away. The mafia was the only thing that could curb his violent tendencies. Choosing to let her go was the hardest thing in his life, but he wanted her to be happy, safe, protected. Then everything changed. The moment someone tried to hurt her he knew he had to step in. Grace might not have been his, but she would always be under his protection.

Chosen? Hardly. Carmen has been bringing down criminal organizations for years. When her boss tells her she is going off-world to hunt and destroy people trying to murder an adorable little princess, she jumps at the chance to prove herself. Her boss didn’t mention anything about three hot-as-hell warriors who must pretend to be her mates. Nor did he mention the bad guys’ suspected headquarters is inside a club that specializes in fulfilling their client’s every fantasy.

Six years ago, I made a mistake. The worst mistake I could have ever possibly made. I fell in love with the wrong person and … I told him. Ryan’s always been with me ever since I can remember. It’s been the two of us—side by side. Through every new beginning, every new "family", and every failure. Is it any wonder that the love I had for him turned into something different—something deeper? Something utterly rotten? And is it any wonder that he hates me for it now?

My illness prevents me from being out in the sun. Last time I ignored it, I nearly died, so when I announce that I’m going to Iceland to film a documentary about Sasha Snow, everyone thinks I’ve lost my marbles. Luckily for me, my next-door neighbor and six of my brother’s best friends agree to sail across the ocean with me.

Wealthy. Entitled. Monarch. Dr. Astor Potter was everything I despised in a man. It didn’t matter that he was my sister’s one-night stand or her closest colleague. I wasn’t charmed by his philanthropy or the way he made babies laugh using those ridiculous voices. He was cold, detached, and reeked of disdain. Nothing mattered to him. Not the messages I left. Or the tears I shed. Nothing brought him to life. Until my sister died. And I placed my newborn niece in his arms. They say love can’t be born from hate and grief. I’m inclined to agree. But then he asked me to stay….

She was a tiny little lamb who claimed my heart with one fearful look. I was her captor, the man responsible for breaking her, for preparing her for auction. She was taken, plucked right off the street, and brought to me to be sold at the next auction. Rescuing her from my men was never part of the deal, and neither was bringing her up to my room. Yet, night after night I did this, refusing to give up the way she made me feel. When I’m with her I feel less like a monster. I can remember the man I used to be before the mob got to me, before all the bad tainted my soul.