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When he invited me to join him for a drink, I thought Alessandro was an ordinary guest at my family's hotel. I didn't know I belonged to him until he told me right there in the restaurant. I thought I had a say in the matter. But when I stood up to leave, it just earned me a sore bottom for the plane ride to New York, where our wedding was already planned for the next day. But I was soaking wet for him before he even walked me down the aisle.

When Juliette's older brother makes an astounding claim to save his own skin, Juliette is escorted to the palace, along with other magically gifted young women who are being taken from their villages so the king can choose a bride. But Juliette's brother lied. She has no magic. She's a baker and a businesswoman, not a sorceress . . . and now she's trapped, facing death if she displeases the king. When a handsome tattooed man shows up and proposes a bargain, Juliette makes a deal with him out of desperation.

Ruby Walsh has spent two years hiding behind merger agreements and corporate acquisitions, burying her grief in work since her wife's death. Her mansion in The Ridges, Las Vegas's most exclusive enclave, has become an empty shrine to a life no longer lived, but the night she confronts her neighbor about the music coming from her property, everything changes.

In a few breathless moments, I will be Mrs Alejandro Montoya. He is the King of L.A. and everything a woman could want. Handsome, powerful, rich, and hotter than hell itself. But I am not just any woman. I am Alana Carmichael and I’m only here to save my father. I will not bow to any king. This is no fairy tale. This is my nightmare.

Jackson Decker is everything I’ve ever wanted: Fierce. Loyal. Not to mention tall, tattooed and hotter than the earth’s core. Too bad there are so many reasons why he’s off limits. He’s old enough to be my father, but even worse than that, he is the right-hand man of head of the Spanish Mafia, who just happens to be my dad. So that loyalty I admire in him so much is also the reason he will never look at me the way I want him to. But when we start working together, sparks fly in ways that neither of us expected.

My fall from grace was one for the books. All it took was his word against mine for everything to topple. Liar. Slut. Snitch. Now, I wear my shame like a scarlet letter pinned to my chest. People say I ruined his life. Except he’s the one who irrevocably broke me - my heart, my body, my soul...my will to live.

Jackson Decker—the perfect husband. The perfect father to my son. The perfect man. Fierce, loyal, protective, and everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m happier than I ever imagined possible, but happiness is never easily won for people like me. Somebody somewhere wants to ruin what we have and to do that they’re willing to risk the wrath of the entire Montoya family. The only problem with having it all is the people who are waiting to take it all from you.

Some are born plagued by darkness. She was doused in it by those she trusted. Like Lucifer himself, she fell from the heavens and landed amongst the flames. Now, she wears her crown black with diamonds coated in the blood of her enemies. This isn't the story of a girl who saved the villain. This is the story of a girl who became something much worse and the man who loved her for it.

He's a killer. A monster. A thief. He stole me; ripped me from a life I thought was mine, and forced me into his. There was no negotiating. No choice to be made. No way out. He says once I give him what he wants, he'll let me go. But I don't believe him. Taunting me, humiliating me, hunting me...it thrills him. He's addicted to my tears, and amused by my suffering. I know he won't stop until he breaks me. But I won't go down without a fight.

With one look at Leonardo Volante, I knew he'd be the kind of husband who takes off his belt when his bride is sassy. But I wasn't expecting to be ordered to strip the moment we were wed. Or to be quite so shamefully wet when he bared me... Even before he saw the arousal glistening on my thighs, he knew I needed him to bend me over, redden my ass, and then take me so roughly that I scream his name as he makes me his.

She’s always been off-limits. Forbidden. Way too young for the likes of me. And yet, she still managed to carve out a space for herself in my heart. But when push came to shove, I made the only choice I could, and I did it even knowing it would break her heart. I’m back now, and ready to make her mine. Only, she’s not the sweet girl I left behind. She’s wild, reckless, and sexy-as-hell...a challenge I’m all too eager to meet.

Being attracted to her isn't wrong…but acting on it would be. As the patriarch of the powerful and wealthy Cavalieri family, my choices come with consequences for everyone around me. The roots of my ancestral, billionaire-dollar winery stretch deep into the rich Italian soil, as does our legacy of ruthlessness and scandal. It isn't the fact she is half my age that makes her off-limits. Nothing is off-limits for me. A wounded bird caught in a trap not of her own making, she poses no risk to me. My obsessive desire to possess her is the real problem—for both of us.

After I put my ring on her finger and told her she was mine, Olivia Volante tried to storm out, but when I pinned her to the wall and spanked her, I didn't just find her wearing no panties. I found her soaking wet. Because her body isn't giving her any more choice about belonging to me than I did. That's why my virgin bride is bucking and writhing and coming hard for me as I ravage her amidst the remnants of the wedding dress I just cut off. And why I made her my wife in the first place.

When I let myself into Matteo Volante's house uninvited, the fact that I've known him since I was a little girl didn't keep him from pinning me over his desk, wrenching my panties down, and spanking my bare ass bright red... and it didn't keep me from being soaking wet for him either. But he's not my childhood best friend anymore.

Men who betray the trust of the most powerful mafia kingpin in New York rarely live to make the same mistake a second time, but I'm not one of Antonio Volante's soldiers. I'm his wife. So I got his belt instead of a bullet. Even though I did what I did for the sake of someone dear to us both, my husband doesn't plan to let me keep my secrets any longer. That's why I'm bare and bound with my punished ass sore inside and out, begging desperately for the climax he's kept me on the edge of for so long.

To most, Kal Anderson is a villain. Harbinger of death, keeper of souls, frequenter of nightmares. Doctor Death. Hades incarnate. They say he stole me. Usurped my fiancé and filled the cracks in my heart with empty promises. Imprinted his crimson fingerprints on my psyche and tried to set me free. They’re not wrong, per se. Except it was my choice to stay.

I’ve been raised to be the perfect mafia wife, but when my marriage turns into a horrific nightmare, I have no choice but to leave everything behind and start a new life. I find myself alone in Ibiza—a place that swallows innocent girls like me alive. I’m robbed the day I arrive, left with nothing but a few euros and the clothes on my back.

The wedding was supposed to be my sister's fate. An alliance between two legendary mafia families, just like in the old days. But when my sweet, beautiful older sister fell for a civilian and eloped in spite of our father's edict, mafia mayhem ensued. Now, to save my sister and her clueless new husband from a date with a Cosa Nostra executioner, I'm taking her place. No doubt the alternative bride would have been preferred by everyone. Especially the groom. Luca Connelly. Master manipulator. Crown prince of his uncle's blood-splattered empire. And my nemesis since high school.

Within the tangled roots of grief, we stand to lose so much. No one ever acknowledges what we stand to gain. Strength. Perspective. Appreciation. Resilience. And sometimes, every once in a while, if you're truly lucky… There is love. After an emotional cliffhanger, we finally get inside Cal's head and discover his secrets, along with more details of his tragic past that have been keeping him from Lucy.

Everyone knows Carmine "Cale" Connelly is the second in command to his terrifying uncle, head of the Amato crime family. A decade older and formerly my brother's best friend, Cale has always been a man to steer clear of. The fact that he's a towering monument of muscled sin and piercing eyes is irrelevant. Anyway, I haven't seen much of Cale in years. He's practically a stranger at this point. I had no reason to change that.