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I should be hiding away with wine and snacks while waiting for Christmas to end. Instead, I’m wearing a reindeer mascot costume and pretending I’m oh-so-excited to meet New York City’s most eligible billionaire bachelor! Christmas is already a stressful time of the year without adding a billionaire to the mix. Between dodging bake-off sabotaging cousins, applying for a long-shot prestigious museum internship, and trying to survive being broke in Manhattan, I’m up to my black lipstick in my own special nightmare before Christmas.

Jackson Vale. My boss’s rival and the man I’ve thought far too much about since we were introduced last week. Of all the - “I’m not his,” I sputter indignantly. “I’m just his employee. He doesn’t own me.” And for some reason this sets off a flare of intensity and...satisfaction? in Jackson’s expression. That’s it, I officially give up trying to understand any of this. But then Jackson leans over and speaks so softly in my ear I can barely hear it above the falling rain.

Marilyn Ellis is finally putting her life back together. The domestic abuse she suffered may be labeled "textbook" by therapists, but it’s the parts she’s never told anyone that haunt her. She refuses to get trapped in that hell ever again. Former Special Forces soldier turned rancher Noah Dempsey is more than capable of training the delicate single mom in moves and tactics that will help her feel safe. But his own tortured past makes him decidedly less qualified for anything more. No matter how much her big eyes—and even bigger heart—draw him in.

Eleanor Grace is a naïve dreamer. Trusting and young, she believes her travel-loving boyfriend can save her when her freedom is snatched and sold. Squirrelled away to an island at dawn, delivered to a man even darkness won’t touch, she’s bound by a contract. Sullivan Sinclair is the giver of fantasies. Any wish, any desire - he is the master at quenching even the filthiest appetites. His private paradise and perfectly trained goddesses are there for one purpose: to ensure every guest is extremely well satisfied.

It started as as a simple search for a landscape designer. I wanted a beautiful backyard for my new home, and my neighbors suggested I look into ward landscaping and design. The owner had no pictures of himself on his website. Just a portfolio of nice outdoor sitting areas, pools, and vibrant gardens that I’d always dreamed of having. Of course, I hired him. I expected to meet an average guy, but Mr. Marcel Ward is far from your average man.

There are things that women want and things that women need. I know deep down, with every fiber in my body, that I need Mr. Ward. He started out as my landscape designer but became so much more. Now, my life is on the line while living with the devil himself. I have been torn down and broken, and I don’t think I can take anymore. The man I need was never the one I married. No, the man I need is the one I was never supposed to have. He’s the one who showed me gentleness, kindness, and true love. Ward would put up a fight for me at any cost.

I was not prepared for the man who showed up at my bookstore. River Kent was tall—so damn tall, good-looking, so damn hot he took my breath, crystal blue eyes, so damn captivating I couldn’t look away. But mostly, he was a bossy, straightforward, tell-no-lies type of man. Which didn’t work for me, since I’d been lying through my teeth for years denying my true feelings. More than that, I was not prepared to face River months after my sister had been murdered. I wasn’t ready to deal with the knowledge that she was gone and in the weeks leading up to her death I’d turned my back on her.

In my defense, my twin sister is engaged to the love of my life. Ok, so he’s my ex of two weeks, but I have totally been in love with him since we were kids!

Growing up in a polygamist cult, crazy defined my life. Everyone was crazy - my father, his wives, my older brothers who abandoned me. Though I can’t escape the crazy brothers, I think I’ve finally managed to find balance.... Until some crazy, curvy girl storms into the restaurant, interrupts my date, and dumps an entire table's worth of food on me.

I’ll do whatever it takes to get her back. She was mine, and it was everything. That month with her was as near to perfect as I’ve ever had in my whole f--ed up life. But then, I lost it all, and I still don’t know why. Though, I suspect it had something to do with that rat bastard Bryce Gentry. One thing I do know: I’m not letting go of Callie Cruise without a fight. And it’s time for Gentry to finally pay for his many sins.

Air Force Combat Controller Derek Bollinger knows what it is to feel that every breath might be his last. Enduring hell in an enemy prison for five weeks taught him that. The only thing that got him through it was the thought of his family, his hometown of Oak Creek, Wyoming, and especially of Becky Mackay. He survived, but with blood on his hands. His own.

This is the third book in Goddess Isles. There was hate once. Hate born from dangerous attraction and fate’s cruel design. There was love once. Love destined to kill us if we didn’t surrender to our war.

“There was a truth once. Truth we shared in the dark and scribed scars upon our hearts. There was a lie once. A lie that shattered our truth apart.” Eleanor Grace did the unbelievable. She fell for a man who trades in women, dabbles in myth, and has the morals of a cold-hearted beast. However, love isn’t enough where past sins are concerned, and only pain can follow.

Posy “Doc” Hicks has high blood pressure. All thanks to a certain hazel-eyed blonde who drives him absolutely insane in her short shorts and cowboy boots. At first, Searcy Hodges is just a passing fancy. A look but don’t touch kind of girl. She has a bad attitude, an even worse bedside manner, and a chip on her shoulder the size of Texas. It would be wise to stay away, even if that attitude of hers really does great things for him. But how is a man supposed to stay away when her temper is just that spectacular to experience?

New York Times best seller Pepper Winters brings a new Dark Romance Series to life. This is the second book in Goddess Isles. “There was a monster once. A monster who bought me, controlled me, and took away my freedom. There was a man once. A man who dealt in myth and secrets, hiding behind his mask, making me hunger and wish to know the truth.”

Less than six months. That’s all that stands between me - and freedom. I thought the longer things went on, the easier they’d get. But nothing is ever easy when it comes to Killian Abernathy. They say the line between love and hate is paper thin...and I think I finally understand that sentiment. Because I don’t hate Killian. I hate what he brings out of me. The dark, dirty side of myself that doesn’t fit in with the rest of the world.

There was a beginning, once. A beginning that started with being sold to a monster I fell for. There was an ending, once. An ending that came cloaked in bloodshed and fury. Eleanor Grace is a simple mortal who has the power to topple a god. She captured his heart, fed him a different future, and fought for a fantasy that wasn’t make-believe but destiny.

Francesca was the wife of his enemy. A woman on the run. And the only person with information on the man his team was hunting. She was also harboring a major secret. Blayd Caldwell was the team trouble maker. The one who rarely took things seriously. But when his team gets an unexpected visitor in the middle of the night, he suddenly wants to be a better person. To prove that he can be the man who takes care of Franni and the problem that brought her to their doorstep. Franni Accardo never had a say in her life. Not who she married or how she lived.

I’ll admit it. Things have gotten easier with Killian’s help (aka his money); but figuring out how to keep my own life, while being his fake wife and dealing with his twisted desires, is still a struggle. Women constantly throw themselves at him, only further inflating his massive ego. But I’m not one of those women - and I refuse to become one. Sure, he’s the most attractive man I’ve ever seen. And yes, he can he make me practically cum with just his words. But I won’t be led by my physical desires. I’m better than that.

Sullivan Sinclair has a wife who shares his wildness and desires. To others, she is regal and perfect on his arm. To him, she is a goddess with dirty appetites that need to be fulfilled. Eleanor Sinclair has a husband who allows her darkest fantasies to come true. Aboard their new luxury yacht, purchased for their cluster of islands called Rapture, he suggests a game of seduction. Another play in Euphoria. Sea, sky, or sand - thanks to Sully’s unique playground, they can play anywhere.