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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.

Bound by magic, Celinda serves her step-family night and day with little hope of escaping the drudgery of her life, and even less hope of attending the upcoming series of royal parties hosted by the Crown Prince, who is seeking a bride. When a family heirloom summons a handsome Faerie, Celinda sees a possible avenue for escape. But she finds herself being seduced, not by the prince, but by his incredibly attractive father, the King. Tempted by the pleasure the King offers and drawn by the magic her Faerie godfather can access, Celinda's heart is tugged in two different directions.

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.

Ember doesn't know how, but on the brink of death, she calls to them. They come in the darkness, like phantoms in masks, and rescue her from her pain. But that rescue comes with a price—her soul. She must give all she is to the Cirque, where it doesn't only house you, it owns you. Nothing is ever as it seems, and the truth behind the striped curtain is no small matter. Can Ember keep her vow? Can she embrace the madness the Cirque demands?

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 name is Alana Montoya. My husband is the King of L.A. And I am his Queen. I never asked for this life, but now that it’s mine, I will fight for it with every breath in my body. Our love is fire and fury, burning brighter than the heat of a thousand suns. But when secrets and betrayal threaten our chance at happiness, will the flames be enough to vanquish our enemies, and destroy our doubts and fears? Or will the ashes and embers of what we once had be all that remains? A war is coming to L.A, and when it is over, only one side will be left standing.

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.

Monsters don't hide in dark alleys. They lurk in plain sight, clawing into your soul with cordial smiles. They wear Armani, they drive Cadillacs, they attend fundraising balls... And they rule the city with a merciless fist. The Familia is a mystery to most, and sitting on its throne is Kage Malvagio. Vile. Sadistic. Painstakingly beautiful. Some say: Ask for forgiveness, never permission. Kage asks for neither—especially when he gets his hands on me. I should hate him. I should run at the first chance I get. But how could the devil be so bad when he looks at me like that?

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.

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.

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.

I slapped Gio Volante when he told me he'd be making me his bride today. But he just yanked my panties down, spanked me with his belt, then bound my hands with it and made me come hard.

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.