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Ms. Wrong Number: My firefly, my light. My ever after. I was searching for closure, looking for an escape from the all-consuming guilt. Then I found her, by accident, through a text meant for a ghost. She's a small-town girl, and far too sweet for me. But like a brilliant flame, she lights up my darkness. I just have to break through the walls she’s protecting herself with and make her see she is beautiful and bring us both out of the shadows of our pasts.

There was something about him that called to me. A darkness that drew me in. But he never noticed me. Until the night he did. One stolen night changed everything. One secret destroyed it all.

My roommate invited me to a party. I didn’t realize it was for a Mafia boss who was looking to select a wife. There were hundreds of women there, hoping to win the honor, but he was not my idea of a Prince Charming. He was tall, arrogant, cold, austere, and the most handsome man I’d ever seen. They called him Antonio “The Wolf” Marchesi, and the name sent a shiver down my spine. I decided to leave the party before my real identity was discovered. I climbed down a tree and slipped, and he caught me at the bottom. He held me like he didn’t want to let go.

We took her, and we're not going to be gentle with her. Delaney Archer got herself mixed up with someone who crossed us, and now she's going to find out just how roughly and shamefully three bad men like us can make use of her beautiful body. She can plead for mercy, but it won't stop us from stripping her bare and spanking her until she's sore, sobbing, and soaking wet. Our feisty little captive is going to take everything we give her, and she'll be screaming our names with every savage climax long before we're done with her.

I didn't ask for her as my bride. I just made her mine. Her father had to be taught what happens when you cross a King, but that isn't why Genevieve Rossi is sore, well-used, and waiting for me to claim her in the only way I haven't already. She's sore because she thought she could embarrass me in public without being punished. She's well-used because after I spanked her I wanted more, and I take what I want. She's waiting for me in my bed because she's my bride, and tonight is our wedding night.

Nash caught me breaking into his shed while on the run from the mob, and when he demanded answers and obedience, I gave him neither. Then, he took off his belt and taught me in the most shameful way possible what happens to naughty girls who play games with a big, rough marine.

In the Marines they called me Big Rig. She'll just call me sir. Alexis Harding is used to telling men exactly what she thinks, but she's never had a roughneck like me as a boss before. On my rig, I make the rules and sassy little girls get stripped bare, bent over my desk, and taught their place, first with my belt and then in a much more shameful way. She'll be sore and sorry long before I'm done with her, but the arousal glistening on her thighs reveals the truth she would rather keep hidden. She needs it rough, and that's how she'll get it.

Stephanie Michaelson was given to me, and she is mine. The sooner she learns that, the less often her cute little bottom will end up well-punished and sore as she is reminded of her place. But even as she promises obedience with tears running down her cheeks, I know it isn't the sting of my belt that will truly tame her.

I am a lesser from a servant world. But even before I was taken? There was no rescue for me. The night sky isn’t the only place that’s filled with darkness. And cages look different, but they’re all the same. I might be fragile as glass, but I shielded my daughter with my own body. I’ll withstand these brutal aliens. Their leader. The one who has blades in his wrists and a fractured look in his eyes? I’m all that stands between him and Earth. But now I think I have the advantage. Because he sees through me, which means he doesn't see what's right in front of him.

Dex Cooper: Bassist, addict, charmer. He came blaring into my world playful and demanding. Hiding his demons behind a panty melting smile. I knew he was bad for me but Dex made bad feel so good. So I played along with his games until he destroyed everything. With Dex Cooper, everything was a game but I’m done playing. Siobhan Rawlings: Fiery redhead, cherry pie, mine. She eased the cravings that ruled my body. Gave me peace from the memories that haunt me. But I knew it wouldn't last.

Before he made me scream his name, I already belonged to him. When Brogan Callahan swept me off my feet, I didn't know he was heir to a powerful Irish mafia family. I didn't find that out until after he'd taken me in his arms and over his knee.

If you're forced to come to an arrangement with someone as dangerous as Jagger Calduchi, it means he's about to take what he wants, and you'll give it to him...even if it's your body. I got caught snooping where I didn't belong, and Jagger made me an offer I couldn't refuse. A week with him where his rules are the only rules, or his bought-and-paid-for cops take me to jail.

Gabe Mercer. Singer. Rock star. Broken. He was my everything, my childhood love. But he lied to me, kept secrets, and broke my trust. So I walked away and took control of my life. I thought I was happy without him - I was happy without him. But then he crashed back into my orbit, and his pull is just as strong as ever. Only this time, he’s made it clear we’re done and he wants nothing to do with me.

The things he says he'll do to me are far from sweet, this man I know only by his voice. They're so filthy that I blush crimson just hearing them...and yet still I answer, my panties always soaked the moment the phone rings. But this isn't going to end when I decide it's gone too far....

Elani Stewart hasn't believed in "true love" or fairy tale endings since her parents' divorce. It's one of the reasons she developed her dating service "E-romantic", a scientific algorithm-based process that matches one person to their most compatible partners. When clients start dropping like flies, claiming that a bartender at The Arrow led them to the "love of their lives", she decides to take matters into her own hands or risk being clientless. Little does she know she's up against the god of love and passion himself.

He didn't ask if I like it rough. It wasn't up to me. I thought I could get away with pissing off a big, tough Marine. I ended up with my face planted in the sheets, my burning bottom raised high, and my hair held tightly in his fist as he took me long and hard and taught me the kind of shameful lesson only a man like Scorpion could teach.

Julieta Morales hoped to escape an unwanted marriage, but the moment she got into my car, her fate was sealed. She will have a husband, but it won't be the cartel boss her father chose for her. It will be me. But I'm not the kind of man who takes his bride gently amid rose petals on her wedding night. She'll learn to satisfy her King's demands with her bottom burning and her hair held in my fist. She'll promise obedience when she speaks her vows, but she'll be mastered long before then.

Vincenzo King thought I knew something about a man who betrayed him, but that isn't why I'm on my way to New Orleans, well-used and sore with my backside still burning from his belt. When he bared and punished me, maybe it was just business, but what came after was not. It was savage, it was shameful, and it was very, very personal. I'm his toy now, and not the kind you keep in its box on the shelf. He's going to play rough with me. He's going to get me all wet and dirty. Then he's going to do it all again tomorrow.

He's a big, angry former Marine, and I'm going to be sore when he's done with me. Hawk Travers is not a man to be trifled with. I learned that lesson in the hardest way possible, first with a painful, humiliating public spanking and then much more shamefully in private. She came looking for trouble. She got a taste of my belt instead. Bryce Myers pushed me too far and she ended up with her bottom welted. But as satisfying as it is to hear this feisty little reporter scream my name as I put her in her place, I get the feeling she isn't going to stop snooping.

He's rough, he's dirty, and he's not going to be gentle. When I took a job on an oil rig to escape my scheming stepfather's efforts to set me up with one of his business cronies, I knew I'd be working with rugged men. What I didn't expect is to find myself bent over a desk, my cheeks soaked with tears and my bare thighs wet for a very different reason, as my well-punished bottom is thoroughly used by a stern, infuriatingly sexy roughneck.