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Five stern lords, five naughty wives, and Fifty Shades of Hot! This collection of historical romances will have you reaching for your smelling salts... These books contain sassy wives, their stern husbands, and discipline.

I’m a nervous person. I have panic attacks. I get so overwhelmed that my body rails against me; my breathing falters, my heart races, and my limbs go numb. So naturally, I thought it was a great idea to pop into a hardcore sex club. Okay, so that’s not exactly how it happened. I researched a BDSM club in my area for nearly a year before I got the nerve to go in to hopefully find what it was I was looking for. I needed a daddy; someone to look after me and help me out when I got nervous. Someone to care for me and help me make decisions.

I've never been good at doing the right thing. A series of bad choices have left my life in tatters. Everyone is telling me to move on, but how can I? What I did was unforgivable, even if some believe otherwise. My whole world imploded the night I left a human dying on a classroom floor. I don't deserve anything good in my life, I know that. But I'm desperate for peace. Just a few moments where I can escape from everything I've done. When Toby offers me a solution that promises just that, I jump at it. I never imagined having a Dom but with Toby in that role?

He was never supposed to see her. She was never supposed to survive. Emily’s life has always existed in the shadow of the dead. Working at her family’s funeral home, she thought she knew secrets. But nothing prepares her for the night she discovers what really happens after midnight—or the man who’s been watching her from the dark. Ruarc is a killer with a code. Ruthless, disciplined, and loyal only to his criminal family. But the moment he sees Emily, something shifts. She’s meant to be leverage—an unwilling pawn in a dangerous game of betrayal and revenge. Instead, she becomes his obsession.

The first time I meet the devil, he knows my name. The second time I meet him, the truth becomes clear: Mark Trevena is to be my husband. No matter that we don't know each other. No matter that he's older than me; shameless and sinful; the owner of a secret club where the powerful come to play. My father has spoken, and I'll be the devil's bride the minute I graduate from college. Except my future husband has one condition for this arranged marriage: We have to pretend it’s real.

Alexius Del Rossa made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. A temporary arrangement. One that would benefit us both. Be his wife for six months so he can solidify his legacy, and I walk away with the security of having the Del Rossa name. Now I realize that it’s no longer that simple—not while his every command bends my will and entices me to obey. We’ve become each other’s poison—a toxic mix of his wicked touch and my dark desires.

I warned her. I told her there’s no line I won’t cross to keep her. And that’s what I did, I crossed a line. Thing is, I don’t regret it. I’d do it again if I had the chance. This all started with me needing a wife—a wife I didn’t want. But things changed. She got under my skin and into my bed. Now, I’m not willing to let her go. Not even if she begs me to set her free. She knew the risk. She knew my love would come with a burden she’ll carry for the rest of her life.

Her father is The King of England. She is The Controversial Princess. Regarded as down to earth by the press and rebellious by The King, Princess Adeline refuses to bow to the royal expectations her title carries. She knows better than anyone that the united front of the royal family is nothing...

They met under the guise of a masquerade—their faces hidden—and yet they felt seen for the very first time. Eager to learn more about her darkest desires, Freya throws caution to the wind, attending Club Venom's masquerade ball with her best friend, never anticipating how her life would change. She's always known there's something different about her, but she's never given in to her wildest fantasies… until now.

I have nothing. I feel nothing. Nobody cares about me and I crave to feel something. To be wanted. When life can't get any worse, it suddenly drops a hot Russian bad boy in front of me whose orbit I have been thrust into. He won't let me go. He annoys me. He thrills me. I hate him. And I can't wait for him to catch me.

This compilation comprises more stories of slave auctions and training compounds; abduction and forced submission; of a life of sexual servitude - where you must serve your Master well...or else suffer the punishing consequences.

In the highly anticipated second installment of the captivating Girl/Mistress series, Trixi VanPelt relentlessly pursues her next submissive plaything. Setting her sights on the daughter of a renowned ViP Music songwriter, Trixi discovers untapped potential within Megan.

Halloween. My eighteenth birthday. The night my world shattered and reformed into something beautifully grotesque. I was supposed to be celebrating, lost in a whirlwind of candy and costumes. Instead, I found myself trapped in a nightmare—bound and blindfolded, at the mercy of a masked stranger. His touch ignited every dark fantasy I’d buried, but instead of fear, I craved more. Every moment blurred the line between pain and pleasure, terror and desire. And then, the mask fell—the revelation that turned my blood cold. It was Jared. My stepbrother.

I didn't mean to catch Emperor Radakk's eye. As a reluctant spy aboard the human worldship, my life depends upon my ability to go unnoticed, to be nothing but a lonely shadow moving about the ship as I collect intel for my mutinous father. But when I'm caught spying on Emperor Radakk, the huge muscular Darrvason takes an immediate interest in me. He prevents my arrest, but his help comes at a price: me. Turns out, the Darrvasons are low on females, and I'm soon selected as his mate.

I planned everything: the auction, the buyer, my daughter's freedom. Then Dane Sinclair places his bid and claims me instead. I'm being auctioned to the highest bidder by my dead husband's secret society. I have a deal with the man who's supposed to win. He'll bury my secrets. I'll give him the connections he needs to rise in the council. Then Dane Sinclair —the one man I haven't stopped thinking about for almost twenty years —pays fifty million dollars and ruins everything. Now he owns me. He's making me crave the way he controls me and makes me beg.

Betrothed to a wealthy human Founder, Mandy is relieved she won't be forced to mate with one of the Darrvason aliens who are helping her people, unlike most of her peers. But then the unthinkable happens. A huge alien named Kameer takes a liking to her, and her fiancé mysteriously dies. After Kameer, a renowned Darrvason engineer, is assigned to make repairs on the human worldship, he encounters an enchantingly beautiful female called Mandy.

I like it when people stare. I like the attention. I've never been drawn to the meek or mild. At least, not until I met Hannah Kate, the journalist hired by Dallin to do a story on Twisted Ink and feature me as its best artist. Even her name screams good girl next door. And that's exactly what she is. Sweet. Innocent. Pure. Everything I'd ruin if I had even a small taste of her. The problem? The two hulking neanderthals she's linked herself to in a surprisingly sexy throuple.

Stepping into the Hollow’s Hunt felt like diving headfirst into a nightmare, especially knowing that my relentless pursuer would be Landon Blackwood. The Hollow’s Hunt—a twisted spectacle where women are ensnared in a labyrinth designed for the sadistic pleasure of Ravenwood’s elite. I naively accepted the invitation, unaware that I would become the centerpiece of Landon’s psychopathic pursuit.“Did you believe I wouldn’t recognize your worth?” Landon drawls, a smirk ghosting his lips as his icy blue gaze lingers on my every move. “Tonight, I’m not just hunting—I’m claiming what’s mine.

I've been abducted by the werewolf king. He’s deadly. Violent. Cruel. But not to me. To me, he's almost nice. I guess it helps that I'm the only female werewolf he's ever met. And that his wolf has decided I'm going to be his mate, whether I like it or not. Luckily, I can survive his pack just fine, as long as no one learns what I could do for them. I can't tell the king the truth, no matter how much I'm starting to trust him. Or like him. Or want him.

I was his obsession. Now I'm his completely. His breath is hot on my bare skin. His eyes rove over every inch of me as his muscled body looms over mine, pinning me helplessly to the bed. When his teeth bite down where he knows it will get my attention the most, I fight to keep from giving him the satisfaction of screaming. Or coming. But the man about to ravage me brutally isn't some crazed stalker. At least not tonight.