They might call me Sir Loin of Beef, but when I see Kaitlyn for the first time, stick a fork in me, I'm done. But I won't claim her alone. Jed Cassidy and I share everything, and that includes her. If the sweet little librarian isn't ready to be wrangled by two rodeo champs, we'll just have to break her in nice and slow. She's ours. We will win her over - body and soul - and when we do? Well, let's just say we'll give her a hard ride...and it'll last a hell of a lot longer than eight seconds.

What’s worse than spilling coffee all over my billionaire boss? Accidentally emailing him my answers to a sex quiz. That was me. I did that. I might be a genius, but that was really dumb. I sneak into the office to delete it, but it’s too late. He knows my naughtiest fantasies. Instead of firing me, he wants to fulfill every one of them. He’s everything I didn’t know I wanted: older, fiercely protective, and a possessive streak the size of Montana. But can he really want someone like me with a past full of man struggles and a head full of math problems?

I caught her scent when I was on enforcer business. Knew she must be the one. I brought my alpha back with me. Because our bloodline mates in pairs. Two males for every she-wolf. Two daddies for our mate. The one we’re going to spoil and protect. Spank and sully. Carry off to make a home together. Just as soon as we convince her she belongs to us.

Warlord Wulf thought nothing could be worse than being tortured and contaminated by the Hive. That was before he’s ordered to transport to Earth and represent the Colony in an unfamiliar horror...a human reality show. The Bachelor Beast is the hottest new program on Earth, but being set up with two dozen clingy females is not his idea of a good time. When his Beast refuses to show the slightest interest in any of the show’s potential mates, he knows he must choose one or die due to his raging mating fever.

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?