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Preston Michael Shaw. PMS, as I like to call him. I don’t need his job. I don’t need his fancy designer suits or his arrogance or his claims that I put a hex on him, because of course a strong, empowered woman needs to put a spell on a man. As if I want him. Pfft. He should be so lucky.

I’m a good girl, the kind who didn’t hesitate to say yes to my beloved grandmother’s request to go with her to Fiji after she broke up with her fiancé. Sun, sand, relaxation, who would say no? But I never expected to meet a handsome, exciting stranger who wanted to give me the world. Passion, mystery, so much pleasure, all at my fingertips. For a night, I was his fairy tale Cinderella. But then the no strings we’d agreed on became awful sticky when I found out he’s my boss’ best friend and a powerful millionaire divorce attorney to boot.

Ellie Pagan has a list of reasons to stay away from Ford Landry. And they were so much easier to stick to when he was a half of a world away. But now, he’s home. Standing in front of her, body hard and chiseled to perfection from his stint in the military, he’s wearing a suit cut to perfect and a smirk she could never resist. Suddenly, all the reasons why she should avoid him just got a whole lot harder to remember. He calls her his first love. He swears he won’t make the mistake of letting her go again. But he’s said that before.

I used to believe Jacob Evans could be mine. That was before he delivered unforgivable news rather than sweeping me off my feet. Not that I can fault his choice. He got the sweetest little girl out of the deal.

An escape. I'll call it what it is. But there are worse places to spend the next three months than in paradise. A fresh start without the chill of Colorado or cheating exes is exactly what I need. No one is going to ruin this for me, especially not gorgeous playboys. That is until I decide to throw caution to the wind and fall right into Evan Ashford's bed. Unlike him, I can't separate my heart from my head, so I get out before I get hurt. Again. I thought I left my broken heart on the mainland, but now I'm starting to wonder if Evan can heal it.

That’s the mantra I’m repeating when a well-equipped biker pulls over to save me. One glance at the scowl Crawford Doxe is wearing proves he isn’t impressed with the task. My efforts to change his mind deflate faster than the shredded tire at our feet. But disgruntled or not, my so-called hero still agrees to fix my flat.

For as long as I can remember, Easton Crews has been off-limits. As much as it kills me, that’s never going to change. After his little disappearing act three years ago, then suddenly showing up out of nowhere, I shouldn't want anything to do with him. It doesn’t matter how beautiful he still is. Or how close we once were. It shouldn’t matter that my entire body lights on fire with need whenever he gets close. He chose the worst possible time to leave without so much as a goodbye.

I’m that guy. Camilla Landry rustles against me, the silky fabric of her overpriced lingerie slipping along my bruised rib. The porcelain perfection of her skin is even more innocent against the colorful ink dotting my own. It’s demure meets damaged, pampered meets punctured.

Carson Flynn is dangerous and brooding. Intensely possessive. Angry, fierce. Haunted. He’s a member of the Clan. A criminal. And a single father who’d burn the world for his daughter. But when he turns his eye on me, I know I should run. I should definitely hide. But it’s already too late.... Because, when Carson sets his mind on something, he gets what he wants.

I get off on pain...on how I make her writhe under me. Seduce her into calling out to me. Teasing her, enticing her to cry out as I mark her flesh. Lick her rounded curves. Tie her down and claim her and... I know what you are thinking. That I demand complete power exchange? True. That I will not stop until I have broken her? Yep! But here's something else.... I am hers because she chooses me. I have control because she believes that I deserve it. I punish her because she allows it. I own her because she gives herself to me.

When Samantha Stone hears that the popular rock band Crushing Stones, created by her childhood sweetheart, is headlining at a new dance club nearby, she considers it fate. She’s waited seven years to get answers. Why had he deserted her without even saying good-bye? Jonah “Cash” Carter has scanned the throngs of fans for years looking for her. Waiting. When he spots Sami in the crowd, he freezes mid-song. He’d named his band for a reason, and tonight would be the night he finally got to crush a Stone.

Whispers of the Locke brothers fill the town, facts and reality twisted to fit what these motherf--kers believe they know about us. That we’re sadistic bastards, incapable of any real emotions or fear. Maybe they’re not wrong about that. That is, until I set my sights on Kadence King, getting just as drawn to her as I am the darkness. It’s the first time I’ve felt anything in a long time. But would she really be scared knowing the depth, the lengths I go with my brothers to make any f--ker who crosses us pay?

Elizabeth Williams, a single, small-town librarian, knows she doesn't belong in the notorious biker bar, Perdition. Especially not alone, in a frilly pink bridesmaid dress. But after watching her best friend marry her ex-boyfriend, she's ready to drink her cares away. And break out of the good girl mold she's been stuck in most of her life.

One hot night. Three naughty best friends. What can possibly go wrong? When an upcoming birthday makes Caitlyn Sachs decide to seek a gift that doesn't come in a box - a no-strings hookup to finally lose her pesky virginity - there's just one problem. She doesn't want only one guy. She wants two. The men she can't pick between just happen to be her best friends and business partners, Matthew Collins and Tristan Baldwin. And both men want each other too, much to her surprise. Then Matt offers a shocking suggestion.

How much are you willing to trust a liar? Years ago, Brax Kent shattered every piece of me. A long time passed before I got through a day without shedding a tear. Hate was the only thing that pushed me through. Years later, who turns up to be my next door neighbor? Yep, you guessed it. The man I despise with every ounce of my being. They say revenge is best served cold. My revenge ends up being quite heated. But even that doesn't deter him. And now he wants me back. With flowery words and sworn oaths full of apologies, the asshole I remember is gone.

He’s my best friend’s older brother, off limits and incredibly tempting. I shouldn’t peak into Brendon’s sketchbook, even if the tattoo artist is as brooding and stoic as the day is long. I can’t help myself. I peel it open, run my fingers along the paper, soak up every ounce of him. His drawings are as beautiful and bold as his dark eyes and his cocky smile. Only, there, on the third page - that’s no tattoo mockup. That’s me. Naked. Ready. Waiting in his bed.

A blonde, a brunette, a redhead...he can have his pick of them all on any given night and he knows it. They wait, hoping he looks up and gives them his signature smirk, choosing them over the others because that’s his game. Except now he's signed the contract of a lifetime, one with a pesky little clause that says his zipper must stay up and his playboy image has got to tamp down.

This hot, over-the-top romance includes sexy professors with a penchant for pursuing and protecting the college coeds who give them a run for their money. If you love outrageously naughty stories as a way to indulge your not-so-secret bad girl side, this is for you.

This hot, over-the-top romance includes sexy professors with a penchant for pursuing and protecting the college coeds who give them a run for their money. If you love outrageously naughty stories as a way to indulge your not-so-secret bad girl side, this is for you.

His baseball stats are perfect. When Danielle Ashley looks closer, she realizes so is everything else. A sinful smirk. Downright delicious body. And if the way Lincoln Landry pursues her, even when she tries to shut him down, means anything—so is his stamina. There’s no denying the chemistry between them. Their attraction is fierce. They’re both single, share amazing banter, and they both adore children. What’s the problem? It’s as tangled as their sheets.