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Ten men, a beach house, and a question to answer: Does size really matter? When my boss asks me to write an article on the age-old question of the importance of D-size, I stifle an eye-roll. This isn’t what I imagined I’d be doing after years of journalism classes. But when she presents me with the keys to an exclusive beach house, and the personal details of the ten men she’s lined up for me to interview, my eyes practically bug out of my head. It isn’t only because they’re hotter than the surface of the sun, or tall and broad enough to form a Great-Wall-of-Man.

One, two, I'm coming for you. She's my obsession. Three, four, kneel on the floor. I want to possess her in every way. Five, six, I'm up to my old tricks. She knows me as The Portland Serial K!ll3r. Seven, eight, lay in wait. Little does she know I'm watching her. Nine, ten, never to be seen again. Welcome to your worst nightmare, Little Lamb. Who am I? Let me introduce myself. I'm Death. And I have found my Queen.

Raylee Lexington Adams is my stepsister and the one woman in the world who can make my blood boil. She’s vindictive, a lot of crazy, and absolutely stunning. I hate everything about her except for when she’s on her knees begging me to use her as my own personal toy. We’ve been playing a game of cat and mouse for far too long. We have used each other for our own sick pleasure.

Hey, Over here. No, look up. Yeah, I’m the one they talk about. The headmaster’s prized possession, locked away in the bell tower of the abandoned church. To most of the students I’m just a myth. An urban legend. The girl who rings the bells up in the tower, the one who talks to gargoyles. The Archbishop’s secret.

Welcome to Lionswood Prep, the world's most elite boarding school. Here, old money reigns supreme, and if you can't flaunt your weight in designer labels, you'd better get used to sitting alone. As a poor scholarship student, I know these rules better than anyone. I've perfected the art of pretending I don't envy my classmates' limitless wealth just as well as I've mastered blending into the background.

I’m sure you’re wondering how a person falls in love with their stalker. So am I.

Ten years ago, Adrian Ellis vowed to hunt me down and claim me like a prize, but I haven't heard a word since. Now I'm thriving in New York City—with a blossoming art career, a fearless roommate-turned-best-friend intent on pushing me out of my comfort zone, and a true golden boy who has no idea how deep my darkness runs. But just as I'm ready to move on, Adrian reappears in my city and my life. He swears he isn't here for me, but as the seams of my carefully stitched world begin to fray, all signs point back to him, and I suspect he's been pulling the strings longer than I've known.

It had been six years since my world was turned upside down. He exposed me to the darker side of life and I could never go back to the person I was. I had been through more things the average person couldn’t even relate to. If I had the chance to go back and do things differently though? Not a chance. My name is Alexa Ballentine, and I am still in love with my stalker.

What do you do when the killers come out to play? When it's hunt or be hunted? You sharpen your knives and prepare to get bloody because nobody does it better than a woman scorned with something to prove. Welcome to the 23rd annual serial killer war games, where the adrenaline runs high, the blood is fresh, and the revenge is best served cold.

I've been locked up in this house watching the Mirakill MC Pack since they moved in next door. Those motorcycle-riding, leather-wearing outlaw alphas who make my heart race. All their wild parties and comings and goings are pure temptation into a world of sin that I am desperate to experience.

After a bungled job, I'm forced to escape and abandon everything. It's not the worst to happen, being sent to Ireland is. My next assignment, bring down four men involved in the Irish Mafia. First, I'm put on leave and, as a favour, I end up "married" to two strangers on St. Patrick's Day in Genoa. In the early morning, I run and hide. I have to. The scent of danger that swirls around them is intoxicatingly perfect. I never thought I'd see them again, but they refuse to let go of vows we supposedly made years ago.

Inheriting the Everhart Inn was never part of my plan, but here I am—back in Twilight Harbor, staring down the past I ran from. And the first people I run into… Ethan was my first love. My biggest mistake. He's bigger, broodier, and even more gorgeous than I remember. Tyler is the reformed bad boy with a cocky grin and hands that can fix everything. And Brodie is the man who unravels me with a single look—and everything an Omega dreams of.

A quaint cottage in a Scottish forest seemed like the perfect place for Kinsley to start anew. But when a tragic accident leaves her isolated and dying, her new life is over before ever beginning. Until a dark, mysterious being emerges from the night gloom and offers to save her...for a price.

All I want is to get my flower shop off the ground—on my own terms. But when trouble strikes… the town's most off-limits Alphas come to my rescue. Jake, the steady protector who's always been by my side. Ash, the brooding heir who walked away from his empire. Rowan, the wildcard who swore he'd never fall for anyone. I don't want to need them. I can't need them. Until my heat hits out of nowhere… And suddenly, they're all I can think about. But someone wants me gone for good. And claiming me might cost them everything.

They drugged me. Chained me. Tore apart my mind until the pieces didn't fit anymore. Then they gave me a name. Cleaner. Killer. Son. Monster. Told me the blood on my hands was hers. Then they smiled and made me kill again. And they told me she never existed. But I've seen her. In dreams. In flashes of red hair and blood. And now she's real—flesh and bone and terrified eyes. But they made one mistake. They didn't bury her deep enough. Now she's back. And even if she doesn't remember me, my obsession remembers everything. She runs; I follow. She screams; I savor it.

Rage and bloodlust have been the only things fueling my soul for the last one hundred years. Revenge has been the only thing holding my sanity together. Until his shadows curl around my throat and all I can think about is his revenge. I don't want to be loved, but he doesn't know the meaning of the word no.

Of all the guys to walk in looking for a tutor, did it have to be Foster Kane? I’ve avoided him like the plague since our one night together freshman year turned into the world’s most humiliating disaster—followed by the worst year of my life. It wasn’t hard. I’m practically invisible on campus, while he’s the golden boy of the hockey team—popular, charming, and constantly surrounded by adoring fans. But avoiding him stops being an option when I’m assigned to be his math tutor. Now I’m stuck spending hours each week with the guy who once made me feel like nothing…

Making decisions I regret is basically a hobby. So I guess it really wasn’t that surprising when I went out on a date with an Elite. And then he tried to assault me. I might be small, but I’m strong. I fought him off...then went straight to the dean. He didn’t believe me. No one does. And now my date from hell is in revenge mode, and I somehow end up in the campus pool. Did I mention I can’t swim?

The son of the most dangerous Kingpin in Mexico. The heir to the throne. The man that individuals fear the most, next to my father. According to my father those are things that I should be proud of. I should be proud of my heritage and wear it on my back with honor. I’ll honor my heritage but I will not honor the path that is set out for me. The life that my father lives is not for me. I will do anything in my power to walk away from that life, and that apparently includes getting married in Vegas after a night of drinking.

Being the president of the Iron Punishers MC should've been enough for Reaper. Only in the last year or so has him feeling like something is missing. When he sees his sister and her little family, he thinks he might know what that is: someone special. That someone you can always come home to at night, and who's always there for you. However, the way things are going, he's doubting whether such a person like that exists for him. That is, until he strong-arms a club brother into going to the doctor, and he sees his dream princess, Snow White, in the flesh.