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A Guardian has staked his claim upon Mirror. Artos Null aims to take everything Zora has ever held dear, but mostly he wants what's inside her. The darkness. The void. The thing nuzzled against the back of her skull that pulses with power. It's a piece of him, and he wants it back, but Zora refuses to be his pet. She will never submit to his reign—even as Estal Kingdom burns, even as he chains her to a pit, even as the anchor bond between her and Cristen is stretched impossibly thin.

Wren was born bearing a Mark on her forehead. She's always known she would be Given to serve the gods in her twentieth year, and she's eager to work for them since they keep the kingdom safe. That is, until she sneaks into a Giving Ceremony and watches as her best friend is slaughtered in the name of the gods. Horrified, Wren escapes her village under the cover of darkness. Her plan is simple: flee the kingdom and stay alive. Surviving is going well until she stumbles upon an injured, unconscious man in the woods. Unwilling to leave him to die, she heals him.

Trapped in her brother's prison, Zora Vyner faces a challenge greater than the ruthless tournament she survived: heartbreak. Betrayed by Cristen and grieving the loss of her closest friend, she wonders if the price she paid for the truth was worth it. At least she got a crown from it. The truth is finally revealed by her brother. The Vyners were once a rival to Estal Kingdom, ruling the Underground with an iron fist. But once Cristen's late father, the king, got wind of their growing strength, he had Zora's family hunted.

It started out as a hit. One bullet. One man. My orders are clear—get close to the mafia heir, Eli Monti, play with his head, and wait for the signal to end it. End him. I thought he would be my easiest mark yet. But somehow I'm the one being played. Eli always gets what he wants, and now, he wants me. His vengeful proposal isn't a request. It's a demand. When you play games with a man who's been mastering them all his life, you learn some new tricks. Top of the list: Find the best way to kill my fake fiancé.

Parents murdered and brother stolen: meet Zora Vyner, a spitfire woman turned vengeful spymaster on the hunt for the secrets of her past. Taking down the men who abused her and infiltrating a magical underground of vicious crime bosses, she finds herself on a mission to kill a rising threat to her Boss's business. She's promised information on the brother she so desperately wants to find, but instead, she gets an exclusive invite.

I was born a monster. Seven feet tall with fists the size of balloons and an even bigger… boot size. I’m a demon in the ring and a devil between the sheets. But even I’m no match for her. The demoness with the bright emerald eyes and hair the color of snow. She’s everything I’ve run from my whole sorry life, and the only thing I’m afraid of. So why the hell do I find myself on her doorstep time and time again? I’m not a good man. She should run as far as possible from me.

One tragic night took the only good thing in my life from me and set me on a new path. A path that eventually led me here, to the Kings of Mayhem Motorcycle Club in Tennessee. They call me Doc because that is what I am, even if the law says I can’t be. I’m inked head to toe, ride a Harley, and wear a cut, but my love for medicine is the blood in my veins. I don’t need liquor, and I don’t need women. By choice, I haven't touched a woman in years. Guilt has shaped me into a lonely figure. Love is a fable, and touch makes me uncomfortable.

A complete collection of the four Vegas romances in the Drive Me Wild series. Including Ms. Fortune, Ms. Chief, Ms. Lead, and Ms. Take.

On the worst day of my life, I let Anton Stepanov save me. One night of freedom—that’s all he offered. But what he ended up taking was so much more.

I walked in on my fiancé sleeping with my maid of honor on the day of our wedding. I did what anyone would do: threw my ring in his face and found somewhere quiet to cry.

Rich girl, poor boy. It was the oldest story. Yet it was ours. I knew Penelope was different the moment I laid eyes on her. But all she wanted was to be friends-with-benefits. My best friend told me not to mess around with the new girl. He didn’t say anything about marrying her. Or what might happen if we broke our vows.

Life as I knew it ended with a bullet. It stole my brother from me and destroyed my family. From the ashes, I rose stronger and meaner, to exact the kind of revenge best served bloody and cold. I took out every single person I held responsible. Except one. He’s a phantom but his days are numbered. I won’t stop until I’m done. Then she shows up—the forbidden fruit, a light to my darkness. I should resist her because what I touch, I destroy. My feisty wildflower deserves more: more than this, more than me.

I don’t know how it happened. One moment I was standing outside the diner fumbling with my car keys, and the next a bag was placed over my head and I was put in the back of a car. Who would want to kidnap me? I’m a nobody, a good girl, just doing my best to make ends meet. Afraid for my life, I beg and plead until I come face-to-face with my captor. Ace is a brute of a man with strong hands, green eyes, and a dark smile that makes me weak in the knees. Everything about him screams DANGER. It’s all kinds of wrong to look at him and get swoony, but I can’t help it.

Mischief Motors is the most elite private car service in Las Vegas, and half-sisters Chelsie and Normandy Blake are its co-owners. They don't always see eye-to-eye on how to run the business, and they especially don't agree with Chelsie's attraction to one of their new employees—rugged mechanic Noah Thompson. He also happens to be Chelsie’s former high school crush, who embarrassingly shot her down once upon a time, and never really knew she existed.

I thought it was just a hookup on an airplane. Let’s be cute and call it a “one-flight-stand.” Or we could be more accurate and call it what it really was: the day that ruined my life.

Hazel is down on her luck, without a job or a place to live and things only get worse when she gets into a fender bender with a beautifully dark man named Myles. He’s supermodel gorgeous with dark hair and piercing eyes. She’s afraid, and worried. With no money she’s not sure how she’ll repay him. When he offers her a job at his club dancing, she doesn’t know what to expect, and she certainly isn’t prepared to fall for the man. What started as repayment soon becomes obsession, need, and want.

Madison is trying her best to escape a life of poverty. Young, innocent, and guarded. She’s finally getting ahead when she witnesses a murder outside the dance studio and finds herself in deep with a dark and dangerous criminal. Archer is smitten by Madison from the moment they meet. The protocol says to leave no witness behind but he can’t imagine hurting her. Against his best judgment he lets her go, but he can’t seem to get her out of his head. Like a stalker he follows her, making certain she doesn’t spill about what she’s seen.

Ballet is the only thing I’ve ever had, my only reprieve from my sad life after my father died and my mom turned to the streets. That’s until the night I’m attacked. I tell myself it won’t happen again, but then it does, and this time I make the ultimate mistake. I fight back. My only option is to call them: Kane and Cash Hale. From the moment I met the two terrifying, yet gorgeous, men I knew to cross their paths would mean trouble. I can’t trust the cops and I’m afraid I’ll end up in jail without their help.

Aria’s dream was to be a professional gymnast, and if it hadn’t been for a freak accident a couple years ago she would’ve been. Now she teaches little girls at the local dance studio, working two jobs to help her parents pay the medical debt from her accident. Life at home is horrible, and her step-father does everything he can to remind her of the mistake she is. She wonders if she’ll ever escape this life. Then she meets him.

The first time I saw her, I knew she was trouble—the knock-you-on-your-ass kind of trouble you spend all night praying never ends and a decade trying to forget. I told myself not to give in, but she’s a defiant little thing that needs to learn a lesson about teasing a man like me. And come Monday morning, she’s sitting across from me at our quarterly board meeting as the new director of social media for Slade Brewing, my family company. Brooklyn Dyer isn’t just a transplant from Chicago looking for the next step in her career. She’s kind of, technically…my new boss.