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Growing up on Rendol 4, Aiden Hill only ever wanted to help better his planet. Now a lieutenant in the Alliance Military, he is doing just that, defending the population from space pirates, slave traders and a rogue species fighting them for colonisation rights of the planet. But during a mission gone awry, Aiden stumbles upon Kade, a brainwashed slave who immediately imprints on him and declares Aiden to be his master. But slavery in the Alliance is strictly forbidden, leaving Aiden attempting to rehabilitate his unexpected charge, despite Kade’s obvious reluctance to cooperate.

A riveting dystopian nightmare that’s Blake Crouch meets Silent Hill, in which a woman finds herself jailed in a subterranean fortress, and must fight for her sanity and survival. ****Goodreads Choice Award Finalist**** Buried deep below the everyday life of our society lives an underground...

Fleeing false murder charges, Lindsey lands in San Francisco. There she builds a satisfying life until, in the notorious Dark Haven BDSM club, she encounters deVries. Moth, meet flame. A security specialist and occasional mercenary, deVries needs an adorable submissive like a knife to the gut.

I protected my country. Protected my platoon. Now all I wanted to protect was her. Too bad that wasn’t an option. I couldn’t fall for the beautiful slip of a female. The baby sister of my brother’s new mate. She was way too young. Way too human. Still in college. And too bright a force of nature. She had her whole life ahead of her. And I had the Green Berets begging me to reenlist. My wolf...he wanted her. But if I let her go without claiming her, I might not survive the moon madness.

Game or not, he plays to win. My company helps men like him find fiancées, but I wasn't on the table myself. Until he decided I was. Now this insanely gorgeous, infuriatingly arrogant billionaire isn't just making me strip for him like a dirty girl, then spanking my ass red and making me come while he does filthy things to me.

In LOVE AND LOVERS, David put Marty in chains. Why such shocking behavior? Is he a closet psychopath? Will his ingenious crime methods be discovered? What gears and wheels turn in the mind of this deviant sociopath? Maybe we'll learn how someone can commit heinous crimes and believe he's perfectly normal while he is doing them. While Marty visited David, Barbara revealed a few secrets to Bob. He now understands that someone set him up to be the fall guy for misappropriated funds and possibly much more; but whom?

When the last match dropped, I thought it was over. But obsession is a dirty player in a corrupt game… And a made man never takes without consequence. The moment I crossed that line, free will became a bargaining chip. One that chained Becca to everything I fought to keep her from. Bending my promise into a vow was supposed to protect her. However, vengeance is a wicked temptress. She seduces lies from the honest… Twists saints into sinners… And turns an uptight psychiatrist into a killer.

Seth was a good Christian son raised in a very conservative church. He learned early on that the world is evil and filled with sinners - but the most horrible thing you can be is gay. When his shame is discovered, he’s shipped off to a special camp that fixes deviants like him. Years have passed since then, yet he still runs from himself every day.

My orders are simple. Capture her. Marry her. Take her inheritance. Get rid of her. The bookish little recluse is worth more than she knows. She’s an unassuming librarian. I’m the brigadier of the Russian Bratva. She has no friends. I command a small army. She’s a modest woman. And now she’s mine.

My life is a mess. I've become the loser my father expected me to be, and now I'm stuck on his ranch. The only good thing in this scenario is the foreman, Blake. I never thought a hot, older man like him would notice me, yet he sees the hidden part of me that longs for someone to care. I wasn't sure I wanted a Daddy, but I love the way Blake takes care of me, challenges me, pushes me to be my best self. I want to make him proud. I want to keep him, even though we seem to belong in different worlds.

Nora Thompson is out of time. Her daughter is dying, and only Kindred medicine can save her. But it’s reserved for the families of bonded warriors—and Nora has no mate. Until she makes an offer to her boss: a marriage of convenience, in exchange for her complete submission. Xarex is a Dark Kindred—a fearsome, emotionless warrior. At least, he should be. But Nora makes him burn. He’s fantasized about binding her wrists, hearing her beg... and now, she’s offering herself to him freely.

Lena is the agent of chaos, the puppet master who pulls the strings in everyone else’s life. But after the thrill of her latest game fades, she’s left with a hollow ache and a dangerous restlessness. For the first time, she doesn’t want to direct the scene; she wants to be in it. She seeks out Julian, a reclusive architect rumored to be a master of control, a man who designs bespoke BDSM playrooms for the elite.

Als die wohlhabende US-Amerikanerin Emily in eine Luxus-WG in London zieht, um an einer Elite-Uni zu studieren, scheint ihr Leben perfekt. Doch die plötzliche Insolvenz ihres Vaters bricht wie ein Erdbeben über sie herein: Über Nacht ist sie bettelarm. Wie soll sie ihr Studium und die teure Miete bezahlen? In dieser verzweifelten Lage bietet ihr der geheimnisvolle Damien, ihr attraktiver Mitbewohner, einen ungewöhnlichen Deal an: einen Job im "Dark Club", einem Ort, an dem verbotene Lust und dunkle Fantasien regieren.

The door sticks. The rope sings. Consent first. Aftercare last. Between those points, Tabby and Lena ask for harder. Partial suspensions with feet grounded. A bit gag with a bell to stop. Mirrors that double every breath. Ice, warm oil, plugs that scale with patience, and a wand that writes yes into skin. They stand side by side, bound and steady, while the crew follows every rule. Stop means stop. Water means pause. Green means go. Yellow means ease. Red means out. No marks where they did not agree. Praise when they need it most.

Sometimes love doesn't end; it consumes. Ivy thought she could survive him. She thought obsession was just another word for passion, that surrender could be disguised as devotion. But Knox doesn't ask, he takes. Every kiss, every command, every bruise was another reminder that escape wasn't allowed. He was never supposed to be permanent, but what happens when every touch blurs the line between devotion and destruction? Ivy's about to find out, and when she does, one truth will remain: Monsters aren't born, they're made.

They have everything—money, influence, control. What they don’t have is her. In this second, darker volume of The Reverse Harem Empire, five new obsessions unfold in secret rooms and mirrored penthouses—where every contract tempts, every touch commands, and surrender is the only currency that matters. A biotech experiment that turns pleasure into power. A private island where hunters become hunted. A debt repaid not in money, but in submission. A company where the merger happens behind closed doors. A guardianship that becomes the ultimate claim.

Tabby knows her place. With thick red curls, soft curves, and a mouth that begs to be filled, she isn't just here to be worshipped—she craves to be owned. When her dominant arrives, she's already on her knees, trembling with need and dripping with anticipation.

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.

When Sophie Jameson first became a domme at Club 1740, it was more out of financial necessity than it was for personal pleasure and sexual exploration. But over the years as she rocked her leather corsets and boots while wielding every crop and flogger imaginable, she grew to love the thrill and adulation that her clients brought her. But all along, her path in life and her heart was with a different profession—one she was planning to embark on at the summer's end.