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My foster brother Aiden swore he'd always be there for me. Then one day I never heard from him again. My heart never recovered from his betrayal. I keep waiting for him to return and sweep me away from my creepy Uncle and abusive family. Then he walks back into my life... and as much as I hate his guts for breaking his promise, deep down I know I'll go running back into his arms. I could never resist him for long.

I’m shackled to a monster, and the only way out is death. My arranged marriage to Adrik Volkov soon turns into a nightmare. Two months before our wedding date, he forces me down the aisle. Then, drags me to a club where he shoots my father dead in front of my eyes. The man I’m married to is a beast who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. And he wants the crown that rightfully belongs to my brother. I’m his claim, since we’re married, it gives him the right to lead the Estrada Cartel. If all of that isn’t bad enough, he wants to torture me, too.

One minute, I'm running a macaron shop and nursing a broken heart, and the next minute, I'm holding search parties and raising reward money. But no amount of baked goods can bring her back. The Alpha Investigative Bureau is my last resort—three handsome detectives who are too busy to deal with one little Omega's troubles.

Someone once told me that there's a fine line between love and hate. They forgot to mention how that line, once broken, can never be mended. Skylar Ames. My stepsister. The very embodiment of all I've ever desired. She'll forever hold my heart in her hands.

Rule number one: Never steal from a mobster. Rule number two: If you break rule one, don't agree to be his fake wife. And the golden rule? Don't fall for the ruthless, irresistible mafia king who now calls you his. Because when you break all these rules, you're left with a shattered heart, a secret child, and years of hiding from the man who thinks you're buried six feet under. Self-preservation was never my strong suit. Marco Barrone wasn't just another mark. He was a predator in Armani, with eyes like winter steel and a smile that promised ruin. Dangerous. Magnetic. Lethal.

Saint doesn’t remember the last two years—doesn’t remember the war we fought, the people we lost, or the way we burned for each other. To him, I’m a stranger. To me, he’s the man I can’t let go of, even if it feels like starting over with a ghost. Reese shows up on the island, raw with regret and determined to prove he’s changed. Kade follows, carrying secrets I’m not sure I want to uncover.

After years of successfully hiding, the monster who tortured me for years has me in his grasp again. This time, Matello is even more determined to bend me to his will, to make me obey, to break me. What he doesn't realize is just how close I am to shattering. Not from the physical torment, but from not knowing what became of the three men who would tear down the world for me.

They call them the Serpents. Knox, Mason, Silas. These sick, twisted psychos are the untouchable elites at Cinderhart Academy. I'd never get involved with such dangerous guys despite how gorgeous, rich, and influential they are. But after I witness them committing a sadistic crime, I'm dragged kicking and screaming into their dark, depraved world. If they plan to break me, they're late to the party.

"You're mine now, Sofia. To protect. To cherish. To punish." His whispered words sent shivers down my spine. One day, I'm a struggling single mom designing suits. The next, I'm claimed by New York's most ruthless mafia don. Angelo Pirelli Jr. steps in when a rival threatens everything I love. But his protection comes with a price I'm not sure I can pay. I try to resist. God, do I try. But Angelo's touch sets my world on fire. One reckless night changes everything. Now there's blood on my hands and a secret in my belly.

Diana Steel has it all—a luxurious Denver penthouse, a limitless trust fund, and the job of her dreams at one of the city’s top architecture firms. Housing brooding Dragon Locke isn’t a priority, but when her sister asks, Diana relents. Dragon knows what it means to fight for survival. Abandoned at eight and raised in the system, he’s been hardened by life’s brutal lessons. Addiction nearly destroyed him, and after a disastrous fall during his band’s European tour, he’s clawing his way back. Fresh out of rehab, he’s determined to rebuild on his own terms.

Aida was supposed to be a gift from her father. She was an apology for stealing from the wrong man and starting a war with the Russian mob. But I killed him and kept her anyway. Now the Russians want to use her against me. They’ll burn the whole city to the ground trying to take her away. I won’t let that happen. Aida’s all mine, from her pouty, delicious lips to her curvy hips. It doesn’t matter how many soldiers the Russians send at me, they won’t take what I protect.

The terrifying Vandar warlords are back—and they want revenge!

For over a year, I've been hiding from my ruthless mob boss father and lying to everyone around me. Jordan is a sweet, protective biker who thinks we eloped in Vegas the night we met. The truth is, he was just supposed to be my ticket out of my gilded prison. I had nowhere to go, so when Jordan asked me to live with him after we got to his home in Rockland, I reluctantly agreed. After that, it was impossible to resist falling in love with him. But every second we're together is ruined thanks to the agonizing guilt eating away at me.

Reporter Hazel Rose has a new assignment: locate the masked man in the photograph taken at the Phoenix sex club and snag an interview with him. The only problem? Shy Hazel already knows all about the club…and the man in the photo. He’s her new roommate, Kieran Black.

It was only supposed to be a part-time babysitting job. Then the wildfires swept through the valley. Now I'm stuck at a Napa winery with the three guys who run the place. And considering what they look like? Things could be a lot worse. Luke Ashford, the dark-and-handsome owner whose son I'm nannying. Beckett Montgomery, the London-born business manager who reminds me of David Beckham. Hunter Jones, the goofball marketing expert for the winery. I spend my days nannying the baby, and my nights are having sweaty, steamy fun with these three incredible men.

I was born to be the queen of Sin City. I just have to prove it to my father, Italian mafia king Dante Salvato. He thinks that I'm a spoiled, weak little girl who could never be capable of taking over his empire. The only thing standing in the way of me proving myself is a cocky asshole who doesn't know a thing about our world. For some reason, my father's preferred heir is Cole Brooks, which means he's now my competition.

Piper Doyle doesn’t hold grudges—until sexy perfume mogul Vincente Forde crashes his flashy car into hers. Everything about him screams entitled bosshole! Then the sculpted devil offers her a deal she can’t refuse. He only needs two things in return: access to a rare perfume ingredient and a fake girlfriend. Piper wants absolutely nothing to do with him. At first. But before long she starts wondering if she’s the only one wishing their fake relationship was real.

Andre Ferraro is everything I despise—arrogant, ruthless, and far too handsome for his own good. I'd rather marry anyone else in the world, but my sick mother needs hope, my family needs the Ferraro fortune, and my brother needs allies to seek vengeance for my brother's and father's deaths. There's no way for me to get out of this marriage to Andre unless I want to put the burden on my younger sister. The crazy thing is, I don't want Andre, but I don't want anyone else to have him either.

Life has a sick sense of humor. One minute, I'm arguing with my mobster ex while dripping wet in nothing but a towel. The next, he's dead on the floor, and I'm naked, vulnerable, and at the sole mercy of the most dangerous man in New York City. I've heard the rumors that all the mafia families bow to Creed Ferraro, but I never expected him to drag me into their world. Creed blames me for his brother's death, and now, I'm also a witness to his violent crime. I know the rules. In the mafia, witnesses and enemies don't get to live.

Being a problem, I can handle. Being one of my sister's problems? Not so much. I've done everything I can to keep her out of the press, even when it's meant watching my reputation take hit after hit. But I did not expect things to get this complicated. Because a reporter won't stop sniffing around… and I just met my assistant in a bar and took her home. I probably should have warned her about my sister and her kid.