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His name means hunter. Once the best assassin in black ops, Cazador is now the best at saving lives. His path has changed from seeking bloody vengeance to running a health clinic in Rescue, Alaska. He will never again risk loving someone he can’t protect. His mother and sister were murdered in front of him, his fiancée slaughtered in a war zone. Despite his popularity with women, he’s determined to remain unattached. His heart can bear no more loss. Unfortunately, the universe isn’t listening.

I hate Liam Alexander. I hate his Rolex. I hate his scowl. I hate everything his multi-billion-dollar company stands for. When the pompous, rich, arrogant jerk comes strutting into the coffee shop, I barely manage civility. But people make mistakes, and when I screw up, it's epic. I never expected the jerk would actually be a well-respected member of Club Verge. I never should have trusted the masked stranger when he beckoned me. I never should have taken him up on his offer. And the biggest mistake of my life? Letting him kiss me.

Seven years ago, she was sheltered. In need of guidance. I was a newly-ordained priest with a vow of celibacy. Our love affair was torrid, and wrong, and ended in heartbreak. I left the priesthood. She left her home. Seven years later, she’s stranded in my NYC club while a blizzard rages outside, and she wants a taste of dominance. I won’t let another man lay eyes on her, much less touch her. 

Braxton Cannon can't get the girl on the dance floor out of his mind - the woman he literally swept off her feet and into Club Verge. She's no submissive, but he can't help but admire her ferocity, even as he yearns to take her over his lap and teach her manners. He's determined to keep her safe if he has to lock her up himself. Officer Zoe Mackay can handle herself. But when she learns information that puts her life at risk, she's forced to seek the assistance of a private investigator.

They call me "The Beast" for a reason. Locked away in my cold, dark mansion overlooking the treacherous cliffs that haunt me, I want for nothing...except her. The moment she set foot in my lair, her fate was sealed. I will claim her, make her mine.... I'll be her daddy.

The engagement may be fake...but the handcuffs? Not so much. She’s feisty, gorgeous, impossible. Submissive. And all mine. I don’t do half-assed relationships. When I set my sights on the most headstrong, tenacious submissive I’ve ever met, I’m all in.

I waited my whole life for Zee St. James to open his eyes and see me. But Port Clover's official bad boy would never view me as anything more than his best friend's little sister. He shattered my heart into thousands of pieces when he left. And I spent years trying to forget him. Trying to banish the memory of that one kiss. I thought I'd moved on. But when he comes crashing back into my life, or rather my apartment - the one he still owns - I'm defenseless against him. Just when I think I might finally get my happily ever after, a web of secrets and betrayal threaten to unravel the hope I finally found in his arms. And I'm faced with the soul-baring question: Is loving Zee worth the torment he inflicts?

Sophie has the whole girl-next-door look about her, mixed with a double dose of trouble. And while there's no denying she's hot, the last thing I should be thinking about is how smooth her sun-kissed skin would feel pressed against my body. 

London is everything I should stay away from. Sweet, perfect, and my best friend’s girl. She’s also pregnant with his kid. A kid who will never know its dad - because of me. She spends her life fixing things...and I spend mine breaking them. The woman has this whole messed-up theory that she can heal me, but I’m not just damaged, I’m irreparably broken. And my love for her won’t just burn her this time, it could destroy us both.

Love doesn't hurt. Expectations do. Those words were scribbled on the outside of her English binder, but I knew even then that they may as well have been tattooed on the fragments of her heart. My girl was broken, damaged, and yet I loved her. Foolishly, I'd thought I'd be able to banish her darkness, but I'd only chased it away for a few moments in the sun. I was too damn young to understand the demons she was fighting. But I'd soon be faced with my own darkness. Instead of me healing her, she would break me.

Mary James is the firm's toughest client. The sexy Hollywood accent turned pariah after a leaked sex tape surfaced. One she claims is totally fake. If I want to move up to associate in my PR firm, I have to take her on as a client. The two of us figure the easiest way to help her is simple: a fake relationship. But what happens when something fake gets to be too real and fame gets involved?