I owe him a debt. The kind money can’t repay. He wants something else: me, for one year. But I don’t even know who he is.... Three hundred sixty-five days and nights doing everything he wants...except that. “I’m not going to sleep with you,” I say categorically. He laughs. 

We don’t belong together. I should have never seen him again after our first night together. But I crave him. I’m addicted to him. He is my dark pleasure. Mr. Black is Aiden. Aiden is Mr. Black. Two sides of the same person. Aiden is kind and sweet. Mr. Black is demanding and rule-oriented. When he invites me back to his yacht, I can’t say no. Another auction. Another bid. I’m supposed to be his. But then everything goes wrong....

Not long ago, there was nothing I couldn’t have. Now, I don’t even have the choice of whom to marry. To save my father’s life and our family’s legacy, I have to marry a cruel man who wants me only as a trophy. Henry Asher was just supposed to be a summer fling, but we fell in love. We thought we would be together forever, but life got in the way. After we broke up, I vowed to never tell Henry the truth about my engagement. What happens when the lies that were supposed to save me start to drown me?

I have debts to pay and secrets to keep. When someone threatens my life, I crash into him: Jackson Ludlow. The reclusive billionaire of New York. Once, he had everything a man could want. Then, he lost the only thing that he ever loved. So, he spent four years holed up in his mansion doing the only thing he knew how to do: make money. We are all wrong for each other. He’s cold, uninterested, and demanding. I’m impatient and inexperienced. The only thing we have in common is that we both have secrets. And the closer we get, the more they threaten to destroy us.

One of the wealthiest Russian oligarchs, Alex Volkov is as ruthless as he is magnetic. He always gets what he wants, and what he wants is me, in his bed. He’s the kind of trouble every woman should run from. The bullet his bodyguard took for him proves that. I should stay far away, but for one night, I give in to temptation. Before I know it, he’s pulling me deeper into his world of excess and violence, invading not only my life but my heart. How much trust can I place in a man so dangerous? How much do I dare risk for his love?

We were supposed to run away after high school graduation. When she didn't show up at our meeting place, I gathered my courage and went after her. It was a mistake. I left bloodied and bruised. My heart didn't fare half as well. I had no choice but to walk away. Years passed. A decade. More. I traveled the world, settled halfway around the world, made myself a name and enough money that I didn't have to look back. But I never got over her. And when my memories got the best of me, I went looking.

At 35, Marcus Carelli has it all: wealth, power, and the kind of looks that leave women breathless. A self-made billionaire, he heads one of the largest hedge funds on Wall Street and can take down major corporations with a single word. The only thing he’s missing? A wife who’d be as big of an achievement as the billions in his bank account.

If you’re a guy like me, and you find yourself having banged your sexy new boss - the school principal - in the back of your Jeep one drunken night, here’s a few takeaways based on my experience. Lesson One: Always get her full name. Lesson Two: Consider asking what she does for a living. Lesson Three: Find out why she’s moved to town. Get details. Details are crucial....

He was a rugged man she met in a bar - a man Grace couldn't get out of her head.... A week later, she came home to find him sweaty and shirtless with a tape measure in hand, remodeling her loft. As a Parker-King, she's not allowed to want someone like Noah Dalton. She's sick of her life, though. Sick of the rules of being a Parker-King. She wants something more, even if it isn't forever. Finding comfort in the arms of a SEAL is easy, not falling for one...not so much.

Ever since her mother died while serving time for a murder she didn’t commit, Bellhas been focused on one thing: revenge. She knows her mother was set up by the head of the powerful Gable family, international bankers who will crush anyone for profit, or amusement. Now she’s determined to take the Gables down - from the inside. Seducing her way into the life - and bed - of the family's rebellious youngest son, Lander, she figures it should be easy to uncover the secrets she needs to destroy the Gables. But Lander turns out to be much more complicated than Bell ever could have imagined.

Kinsley Felton has everything. Money, a loving family, and a modeling career. She graduates from Yale in just days, but unlike a typical college student she doesn't have to spend hours looking for a job when she graduates. Kinsley will inherit the multi-billion dollar gaming and hospitality company her great-grandfather started. The only problem is she has to do everything her family asks for in order to get that money. That includes marrying a man of her family's choosing.

The Price Dynasty is a contemporary romance box set filled with billionaire alphas, witty banter, and shocking plot twists.     

Some girls dream of marrying a prince, but I never imagined I’d be sold to a king. Santino DiLustro. The king. The monster. The keeper of secrets. When he forced me to marry him, I cried for love I’d never know. When he locked me away, I cried for the freedom I lost forever. Every other tear I’ve shed is for my soul, because I’m falling for the devil himself.

Dear Hayley, I'm assuming you're still hungover, so I'll make this brief. Last night, you slipped under my sheets (without my permission), and we almost had sex. I got the hell out of the bed once I realized it was you, and I took you home. That's the story. The end. Period. Just in case you've forgotten, you're my best friend's little sister. We will never be anything more. (We can't be anything more.) Our previous friendship is still unresolved - or "over", in your terms, so I'd prefer if we worked on becoming just friends again since you're in town.

The man I fell in love with is a f--king liar. I don't have much time to reveal all the details, but I will say this: The "Woman disappears after wedding" and "Woman flees after honeymoon" headlines are lying. I'm not missing. I didn't run away after my wedding. I would've never run away right after our amazing honeymoon.