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Invisibility has been Clara’s go-to survival skill since childhood. So she hides behind her thick glasses and heavy fringe, working as a teaching assistant at the exclusive Molton Prep, happy with her seven-year-old pupils and avoiding their posh parents. Her one secret indulgence? Watching the gorgeous but wildly intimidating Lord Rafe Sterling sweep into school to collect his son. Her crush on him is ridiculous. Lord Sterling is way older than her, aristocratic, terrifying, and tipped to be one of the UK’s youngest judges.

I never intended to bond with a dragon. I definitely didn't intend to become his wife. Now I must wed the Crown Prince, a man who is as cruel as he is handsome. Yet, as soon as my dragon and I are presented to the king and queen, we are rejected. My dragon is not big enough, not good enough, and neither am I.

I bet most women would give a kidney to shoot a steamy Regency TV drama with Hollywood’s hottest movie star. Right? Not me. Because said hottie is also the ex who dumped me on Twitter five years ago. I’m playing the Duchess. And the Duke is… you’ve got it. Twitter Boy, straight from rehab and a box office bomb (karma's a bitch). The world is watching, giving me the perfect platform to show him he was out of his mind to cast me aside. It should all be fine, save for a few minor hurdles: this guy was made for tight breeches.

A Court of Thorns and Roses meets Game of Thrones in the first book in a sensational new romantasy series where a headstrong princess is kidnapped by the alpha of a werewolf clan, leading to all-out war, and forbidden romance... When a princess is kidnapped by an alpha, war rages between the...

I’m not attracted to men.. Or so I thought before I slammed into Nikolai Sokolov.. A mafia heir, a notorious bastard, and a violent monster.. An ill-fated meeting puts me in his path. And just like that, he has his sights set on me. A quiet artist, a golden boy, and his enemy’s twin brother. He doesn’t seem to care that the odds are stacked against us. In fact, he sets out to break my steel-like control and blur my limits. I thought my biggest worry was being noticed by Nikolai. I’m learning the hard way that being wanted by this beautiful nightmare is much worse.

In the highly anticipated sequel to The Wolf King, this sizzling romantasy—perfect for fans of enemies to lovers, shifters, forbidden romance, villains you love to hate (or maybe just love!), and werewolves—Aurora is caught between powerful alphas as they fight for the Wolf Throne, all while...

Tyler. Mr. Phillips. The silver fox that fills my fantasies and has been off limits…until now. Our one night together turns into more than we could have ever imagined. But when real life explodes into our torrid romance, can we handle what it brings?

They've warned me in hushed tones that my new boss is a "profoundly complex man." It takes me approximately twenty minutes to establish that billionaire Ethan Kingsley is as straightforward as they come. He's a walking, talking textbook on dysregulation. Its title? How to Lose Friends and Alienate People. In the space of a year, he's burnt through one marriage and three executive assistants, and he's well on the road to messing up the only real thing in his life: his relationship with his teenage son.

We kidnapped her. A payment for a debt. A very personal one. With our father, “The Collector”, dead, we are the heirs to a twisted dynasty with nothing but revenge in our hearts, blood on our hands, and darkness in our souls. The Dancer we stole is our captive to play with, to possess, to ruin. And we will destroy her.

I tried everything to get his attention, but I invited in a monster. After facing a threat to my life, I found myself kidnapped and locked away by the skeleton crew’s enforcer. Connor is feared. Respected. And obsessed with me. He controls everything, right down to my pleasure. His rules dictate what I can and can’t touch. When I can and can’t wear clothes. What’s strange is how happy I am. From the outside, my old life appeared perfect, but my father’s iron grip had suffocated me. Now, in the hands of my captor, I can finally breathe.

Convict’s Game is the first book in a high-heat, dark romance, murder mystery trilogy with a skeleton-masked crew, an obsessive-sweet gangster, the smart cookie he’s insta-obsessed with, and a city where the shadows hide more than just sin.

I may be a total princess, but I’m not looking for a prince. Or even my usual type of wealthy, overly-groomed playboy. I’m done with smooth. I want a bit of rough. A real man, with a real job. One who’s good with his hands and not afraid to get them dirty. Someone exactly like the foreman on the new community project my team’s volunteering on. Aide. He’s delicious. Even his name says “I know how to get the job done”. And his demeanour says “I could have you moaning in five seconds flat”.

In therapy, they tell you to use your senses. List the things you know: Sermons recited with malice. A blood-soaked ritual. The sting of tears and gasping sobs of the dying. Rotting flesh. I grew up in a cage, tortured by the Lord Almighty's most twisted servant. Death and despair became my close companions as I watched years of slaughter at Pastor Michaels’ hand. Eighteen girls. Dead. Eighteen lives. Ended. Eighteen futures. Stolen.

Aphrodite has never flinched at getting her perfectly manicured hands dirty, and she's not about to start now—even if that means marrying Olympus's enemy number one, the new Hephaestus. She has a wicked plan to keep her deadly new husband off-balance, seducing the one person he seems to care about most in this world: Pandora, a woman as beautiful as she is sweet.

Making my clients' wedding dreams come true is my calling, so when the would-be happy couple ask for help in escaping the press, I say yes… to fake marrying the best man. Finn DeWitt is pure sin in a suit, a rich player as outrageously hot as he is infuriatingly annoying. We have a history—the one-night kind—but we're utterly unsuited. How I wake next to him thoroughly honeymooned and truly married, I just don't understand. Things can't possibly get any worse. Oh, wait.…

When Mia shows up for the interview at a well-known architecture firm, she only has 27p, a squashed loaf of bread, and a jar of peanut butter to her name. She needs this job, even if she is scared to death of the owner of the company. To Mia, huge, grumpy men aren't sexy; they're simply terrifying. She knows from experience that even men of average size can be dangerous. If she weren't so desperate, she'd run.

Vicky is an outlier. An outlier in society, an outlier in the business world; she’s even an outlier in her own family. She knows that people find her weird and annoying, and she’s resigned to her loneliness until she sees him. Having never been attracted to any man before, her new obsession with burly, rough and ready Mike and the fact she can’t breathe when he’s close comes as a shock.

As a scruffy, disorganised daydreamer, Lucy Mayweather is like a fish out of water at the high-powered offices of her brother’s billionaire best friend. When she agreed to work for Felix, she had no idea quite how cut-throat his world–or he–would be. She just wanted to escape her reclusive life and be close to her childhood crush, hoping he might notice her. But Lucy’s lonelier in London than she’s even been in her tiny village back home.

They are the boys your mother always warned you about. They’re every parent’s worst nightmare. Arrogant, cocky and self-assured. They used the town of Sandland like it was their own personal playground. They didn’t follow the rules; they made their own. Most girls were drawn to them like a moth to a flame, but Emily Winters wasn’t like most girls. She represented everything they despised. The only problem was she lived her life in a perfectly orchestrated smokescreen, and where there’s smoke, there’s usually fire.

It was the blood I noticed first. Running down the neck of the man on the ferry. Then his bruised knuckles, dark eyes, and arrogant smirk. The handcuffs came last. No one else paid him attention, but I couldn't look away. Or deny my instant lust. I had no idea he was being imprisoned on the remote, dark Scottish island I knew well. Or that he'd been kidnapped, not arrested. I went from that naïve girl on the boat, dreaming of stolen kisses, to the one who held the key to his prison cell. When heat turns to hate, all that's left is ruin.