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They say the truth will set you free. That’s a lie. The truth got me locked in an ivory tower, a victim of my new husband’s rage. If I’m going to survive, I’m going to have to make Enzo fall back in love with me.

I came here as a spy. I ended up as the king's property. I was captured and locked in a dungeon, but it was only when I saw Magnar that I felt real fear. He is a warrior and a king, but that is not why my virgin body quivers as I stand bare before him. He is not merely an alpha. He is my alpha. The one who will punish and master me. The one who will claim and ravage me. The one who will break me, but only after he's made me beg for it.

She wasn't supposed to be there tonight. I took her because I had no other choice, but as I carried her from her home dripping wet and wearing nothing but a towel, I knew I would be keeping her. I'm going to make her tell me everything I need to know. Then, I'm going to make her mine. She'll sob as my belt lashes her bottom, and she'll scream as climax after savage climax is forced from her naked, quivering body, but there will be no mercy, no matter how shamefully she begs.

Sawyer Kingston is an a**hole. The thing is, he’s got everyone fooled. To them, he’s the gorgeous billionaire who owns the hottest bar in the city. To me, he’s the cocky jerk whose favorite pastime has always been torturing me. The only thing we’ve ever agreed on is our mutual dislike for each other. But that was before I moved in next door to him, and we shockingly agreed on something else. There’s a fine line between love and hate. The problem is...I think I crossed that line.

From the moment Rafael approached me, I knew he would destroy me in the end. He built our love on secrets and lies, on manipulation that tears us apart. I have to trust him to shield me from the flames. My grief is all-consuming, tearing me apart from the depths of my soul. He’s a steady strength at my spine, supporting me through the blackest moment of my life. Our sins are linked in ways I never expected.

As head librarian in my small town, I take my job seriously. So when I hear a sound in the library's attic while I'm working late and alone, and then a big, green, muscular orc creeps up behind me, I smack him in the head with a stapler. After the theft of an ancient orc book on loan to the library, is it any wonder I'm skittish? Katar explains he heard me scream and only wanted to help. He's... upset, and I guess I can't blame him. He offers to help me discover who stole the book, and we track down one clue after another.

They rescued her. They tamed her. Now they will ravage her. Though the aliens were the ones I always feared, it was my own kind who hurt me. Men took me captive, and it was four Vakarran warriors who saved me. But they don't plan to set me free.... I belong to them now, and they intend to make me theirs more thoroughly than I can imagine. They are the enemy, and first I try to fight, then I try to run. But as they punish me, claim me, and share me between them, it isn't long before I am begging them to ravage me completely.

Monroe was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I should’ve killed her when I had the chance. But instead, to make her keep my secrets, I took her freedom and made her my captive. She swore she’d hate me forever, but that was before I stole her innocence, too. Now she knows how good my forbidden touch feels, and it won’t take long before she transforms into the broken toy I’ve always wanted. And after that, there will be no going back…

What happens when you strike a deal with baseball's most talented pitcher? You slip a plastic ring on his finger and say, "I do." Quirky meets broody in this laugh-out-loud, romantic comedy from best-selling author, Kristy Marie. The tattoo down his forearm reads: My power is perfected in weakness. It inspires bad decisions in everyone who crosses his path. Not me though, I’ve made worse decisions before breakfast. Marrying baseball phenom Cooper Lexington for his health insurance...doesn’t even rank top five.

Holdar doesn't do commitment. Even his latest security job as bodyguard to a pretty, spoiled—and annoyingly adorable—heiress won't last, which is just as well. The sooner he gets away from her innocent smiles and tempting curves, the better. Trish is desperate to escape her father's gilded cage, even though her latest bodyguard is the biggest, most intimidating—and most enticing—male she's ever met. Then, her disastrous attempt at freedom leads her straight into his massive orc arms.

The resistance sent them, but that's not really why these four battle-hardened Vakarrans are here. They came for me. To conquer me. To master me. To ravage me. To strip me bare, punish me for the slightest hint of defiance, and use my quivering virgin body in ways far beyond anything in even the very darkest of my dreams, until I've been utterly, completely, and shamefully subdued. I vow never to beg for mercy, but I can't help wondering how long it will be until I beg for more.

I know how to handle men who won't take no for an answer, but Silas isn't a man. He's a beast who takes what he wants, as long and hard and savagely as he pleases, and tonight, he wants me. He's not even pretending he's going to be gentle. He's going to ravage me, and it's going to hurt.

I never wanted to be a nanny. That wasn't part of my carefully crafted five-year plan. The one I formulated after getting a second chance at life. Neither was losing my heart to the beautiful baby boy I'm taking care of. Even if I saw that coming the moment I laid eyes on him. Falling in love with his father... now that I didn't see coming. I dare anyone to spend time getting to know the real Jace Kingston, the man behind the hockey jersey, grumpy attitude, and panty-meltingly gorgeous face. The one who sweetly sings his son to sleep, who holds him with such care.

For Lexi Dean, burning down her kitchen was disaster enough. Agreeing to move in next door with her totally off-limits best friend, Matt Freeman, until her house is livable again? Utter madness. They’ve always been close, but this is ridiculous. If she’s not bumping into him at the refrigerator, he’s at the front door giving her date the third degree. And slipping between his borrowed sheets? That’s about as distracting as listening to his shower run, because suddenly all she can think about is rivulets of water cascading down his spectacular body.

They captured her. They punished her. Now they will master her. First the Vakarrans took my home. Then they took my sister. Now, they have taken me. As a prisoner of four of their fiercest warriors, I know what fate awaits me. Humans who dare to fight back the way I did are not just punished, they are taught their place in ways so shameful I shudder to think about them.

The Brotherhood gave him the right to breed me, but that is not why I am naked, wet, and sore. My bottom bears the marks of his hard, punishing hand, because I defied my alpha. My body is slick with his seed and my own arousal, because he took me anyway. He didn't use me like a king enjoying a subject. He took me the way a beast claims his mate. It was long, hard, and painfully intense, but it was much more than that. It was primal.

The moment I met Briar, I couldn't stay away. She's my sister's friend, but that didn't stop me. Especially after her daughters stole twin pieces of me. I might have inked her flawless skin, but she's the one under mine. Something about her draws me in, even when she pushes me away. Every time we're together, it feels like I'm home. I want to give her my heart, my time, and my love—not just to her but to her daughters too. I'll do whatever it takes to prove I'm the man they can depend on.

Bound by Their Nine-Month Scandal Her bombshell: “I’m pregnant.” His demand: “Marry me…” Painfully insecure and media-shy heiress Pia is duty-bound to marry well. So illegitimate Angelo is completely unsuitable husband material. Yet this irresistible Spanish tech tycoon seduces Pia...

What happens when a Daddy's girl grows up to be crowned the first female underboss of the mafia? What an excellent question. Thank you so much for asking. No, seriously, I've been waiting twenty years to be able to answer this. Trust me, being hidden away in another country with a nanny, a groundskeeper, his son (my ex-best friend), and the wicked witch of the west—a.k.a. my stepmother. I'm dying to spill the tea.

Heaven: A Forbidden Romance by Darcy Rose I’ve had a crush on my stepbrother since I can remember … He came home for my eighteenth birthday. All I wanted to do was show him I’m not a little girl anymore. I didn’t know that would be the worst decision of my life. Hell: A Dark Romance by J. L. Beck and C. Hallman I’ve built this club from the ground up. A playground for the wicked. In my club, your wildest dreams can come true or your worst nightmares can swallow you whole. Are you ready to play?