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It was an innocent mistake; she knocked on the wrong door. It was mine. If I were a better man, I would've just let her go. But I'm not. I'm a cruel bastard. I ruthlessly claimed her virtue for my own. It should've been enough but it wasn't. I needed more...I craved it. She became my obsession. Her sweetness and purity taunted my dark soul. The need to possess her nearly drove me mad. A Russian arms dealer had no business pursuing a naive librarian student. She didn't belong in my world. I would bring her only pain. But it was too late...she was mine and I was keeping her.

When you've been told your whole life that something is sinful, you have two options. Avoid it like the plague, like it has the power to destroy all that is good and pure. Or become as fixated upon it as Eve was upon that apple. I'm sick of the push-pull of terror and temptation. It's tearing me apart. I just want a bite of the apple. More than a bite. I want to devour it. Have its juices spill from my lips. And by apple, I, of course, mean sex.

When it comes to stealing from mafia men, there are three rules. Don't get caught. Don't be seen. And most of all—don't fall in love with them. After being hired to steal a painting, I find myself ensnared. Damon, Minos, and Aaecus are monsters, and they only want one thing: Me. Seven days of sin in exchange for freedom from the Three Fates Mafia. If only it were that easy. The strings of fate have bound the four of us together, and not even gods or monsters can keep us apart.

Tall, powerful, and lethally gorgeous, Drazen Krylov is the ruthless boogeyman the Bratva world fears. He's also the masked man from the app whom I unknowingly shared my darkest, most depraved urges with. Now, the fantasy has become a nightmare. Drazen says I did terrible, unforgivable things. He says I owe a debt, and I'll pay the price by pretending to be his dead wife. I look just like her. The thing is, I might be her…

My uncle may be the boss of the Chicago Outfit, but there’s one man even he fears: Giovanni Guerra, who I was just sold to—as his wife—for an alliance...for power. The boss of the New York family is beautiful and deadly, and he stokes a fire in me that might destroy us both. He may believe he was sold a submissive mafia princess, but Giovanni Guerra will find I’m no one’s pawn. The only vow I make is one of lust and fury.

I cultivated my shamelessness. I wore it as a badge of honor at my convent school, and I've been turning it into an art form at Alchemy, the club whose social media I manage. My boss, though? He's the most proper person I've ever met. No one would peg him as the finance director of a sex club. (I mean, no one's pegging him at all, which is probably his problem. #justsayin) I get it. He's a widower, single-parenting two little girls while holding down a massive job. He needs an outlet, something just for him.

I've made my life a complete facade. It works for me. I'm successful and have a career I wouldn't trade for anything. One night threatens all of my carefully constructed walls. A single night with one of my players unlocks and unleashes a secret need in me to submit, and now I'm willing to put everything on the line to be his perfect submissive. Even at the cost of my career.

With the head of the Bratva determined to take back his daughter, and one of the brothers missing, Jessie and the brothers must act fast to bring him home alive. Still reeling from the revelations surrounding her family’s true history, Jessie is determined to uncover the truth. And when she can’t get answers from the man who claims to be her father, she must make a new ally of an old enemy. But when her true destiny is revealed, she is once again forced to choose between her new family and her old one.

I'm stuck in an uptown lobby while my dreams of making it as a model in New York hang by a single thread. Meanwhile, Olivier Arnaud lives his best life as a useless socialite, flaunting his wealth, his looks, and his privilege. His gaze taunts, and his nightly, condescending smirks burrow deep beneath my skin where I simmer with bitterness and hate. The day he asks me to deliver his mail directly to his twelfth-floor penthouse, he makes it personal, and the thread snaps—violently. With my hand around his neck, I feel alive for the first time in months.

Jessica Martin is not a nice girl. As prom queen and captain of the cheer squad, she'd ruled her school mercilessly, looking down her nose at everyone she deemed unworthy. The most unworthy of them all? The "freak," Manson Reed: her favorite victim. But a lot changes after high school. A freak like him never should have ended up at the same Halloween party as her. He never should have been able to beat her at a game of Drink or Dare. He never should have been able to humiliate her in front of everyone.

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.

He's a killer. A monster. A thief. He stole me; ripped me from a life I thought was mine, and forced me into his. There was no negotiating. No choice to be made. No way out. He says once I give him what he wants, he'll let me go. But I don't believe him. Taunting me, humiliating me, hunting me...it thrills him. He's addicted to my tears, and amused by my suffering. I know he won't stop until he breaks me. But I won't go down without a fight.

I want to run a sex empire and be taken seriously in the old boys' club that is the business world. I want to be the poster child, not the plaything. So, I stay polished. Tasteful. Beyond reproach. Until Anton Wolff joins Alchemy. He's the UK's most charismatic billionaire, and he's looking for a club that's as discreet as it is debauched. As classy as it is carnal. I think I've seen it all—until he shares what he desires from his Alchemy experience. And what he desires, above all else, is me. I think I'm afraid of the Big, Bad Wolff.

I’d been prom queen and cheer captain—high school’s most savage Queen Bee. I could have everything I wanted. Except them. The freaks, the weirdos, the school’s ultimate losers: Manson, Jason, Lucas, and Vincent. Our hatred for each other couldn’t keep us apart, not even when my own mistake got Manson expelled and made me the ultimate villain to the rest of them.

Kai: the bad boy I broke my rules for, who stomped all over my heart—twice. He’s arrogant, annoying, and, worst of all, he doesn’t even remember what he did to me. He’s also my new presentation partner. I want nothing to do with him, but the more time we spend together, the more I realize he’s not the monster I’ve made him out to be. I want to keep hating him, but it’s hard when he’s made it his mission to get me to like him. As if things weren’t messed up enough, enter Mr. Wrong.

Darius Ivanov believes the American branch of the Ivanov crime family has grown soft. Too many weddings. Too many feelings. Men who forget that love is a liability. He's there to set them right. Darius Ivanov is the man no one dares cross. The most disciplined—and most dangerous—of the Ivanovs. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't leave a trace. And he never, ever loses control. Until her. To secure a multibillion-dollar arms deal, Darius crosses a line even the Ivanovs won't excuse—he kidnaps the daughter of a U.S. Senator and locks a diamond bomb collar around her neck.

Callum Walker kills people for a living. Although he doesn't get a say in who his boss puts on his list, he likes to hunt people who hurt children in his spare time. After a misunderstanding that leads Callum to believe Ryan Fairview—a local funeral director—is responsible for hurting one of the neighbourhood children, he finds his next target. However, Ryan isn't like other morticians. He can see dead people. So, when Callum breaks into Fairview Funerals ready to kill him, Ryan is shocked to find that his would-be murderer is haunted by all the people he's killed.

Connor Murphy was the perfect husband for a bratva kingpin's daughter. An Irish mafia boss I could marry to secure an alliance between our families. It was all supposed to be so simple... But then our wedding was attacked and I ended up on the run with his brother Caden. Now I'm caught between two men, and I can't tell which way is what. Not when Caden takes me over his knee, and definitely not when Connor bends me over and bares my bright red ass with his brother watching before making me come so hard I pass out.

As Father Magnus Falke, I suppress my cravings. As the headteacher of a Catholic boarding school, I’m never tempted by a student. Until her. I became a priest to control my impulses. Then I meet Tinsley Constantine. The bratty princess challenges my rules and awakens my dark nature. With each punishment I lash upon her, I want more. In my classroom, private rectory, and bent over my altar, I want all of her. There’s no absolution for the things I’ve done. One touch risks everything I stand for. My faith. My redemption. And even my life. As if that could stop me.

Two months ago, Freya had a tracking anklet and four infuriatingly attractive FBI handlers. Now, she has her own badge and is pretty sure she's in love with all four of her former handlers. Settled in Quantico, Freya finally feels like she belongs. River no longer sees her as a criminal. Jude and Oz have her back in a way no one ever has before. And Eli… well, Eli's still complicated. Freya and the guys have bigger problems, though, because the Cross-Cut Killer is still at large, and he is determined to go after the people Freya cares about most.