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Our pasts were a part of us. Definitively. Irrevocably. Mine hijacked my dreams every night, drowning me in guilt and staining my hands red. It wasn't just a part of me, it stole a piece of me—the piece that stopped me from letting people get too close. And I'd become pretty damn good at playing the untouchable asshole card just to keep them away. But apparently, Dakota Samuels didn't get that memo.

Harmony makes no excuses for who she is or what she's done. For the past few years she's been living as a club girl for the Brothers by Blood MC. She respects the club, respects the men and she follows the rules. Watching the men walk in and out of her life is strangely comforting, and a feeling she's grown accustomed to. With a history of disappointments and false promises, all she wants is to have fun, play music, and finish college. Being associated with the club, she can do that without having to risk her heart. That was until he showed up.

Gavin had believed himself untouchable. There wasn’t an inch of his body that hadn’t been taught to eliminate any threat, both to himself and others, as a Navy SEAL. Not only had he been trained to be a warrior, but a strategist who could accomplish any mission that he was given. Until the day he was blindsided by a brother with his own agenda and was forced to accept that everything he had believed in had been an illusion.

Players gonna play, but can a wild, untamable, alpha billionaire player fall in love? This collection includes Banking the Billionaire, Banking Her, and Crazy Fluffing Love.

Dane Wade is a breath of fresh air. Sexy, charming, and with abs that could melt any woman’s panties. With my rules and boundaries in place, he is the perfect person to have fun with to pass the time. As long as he knows it will never amount to anything more. Which he does…I think. But then boundaries get shattered. Lines get blurred. I know it’s time to bolt before things get harder, and I risk falling deeper. Running away is the only thing I know how to do. And, in my twenty years on this earth, it’s worked for me.

When I see her, I have to have her. The one they call Shelby. But the humans have not given her to us. She remains behind the walls of the facility they have reclaimed. She remains with a male that does not deserve her. This beautiful, enchanting creature with long black braids and bright eyes needs a real male, a master, a true protector. She needs me. I will do whatever it takes to claim her. I’ll kill. I’ll lie. I’ll steal. No human, naga, or otherwise will keep us apart. Tonight, Shelby will be in my arms. To hell with the rest.

I'm not supposed to leave the house. But what my husband doesn't know won't kill him. I break his rules every morning on my runs. It's always been best when I have a routine. So every day I wake up, run, clean the house, wish for a better life, repeat. Every day is exactly the same. Except Thursdays. I live and breathe for Thursdays. It's when he comes. I watch from a distance. I can't help myself. But I was never supposed to talk to him. I know what you're thinking. But you don't know my story. You don't know the kind of monster my husband is. And trust me, you have no idea who I am.

They call him the Anaconda, and I'm pretty sure it isn't because he likes snakes. Nick Jenson is my neighbor. My hot, oh-so-sexy, very-well-equipped neighbor that I'd spend hours watching from the safety of my bedroom window. I saw lots of things I probably shouldn't have. Sometimes I'd touch myself, imagining it were his hands roaming over my body instead of my own. I had just one mission - to find out if the rumors were true.

Beth Cornett is the town good girl, so staying out of the way of the motorcycle club's dangerous members is a no-brainer. Unfortunately, Beth manages to catch the eye of Razer, who has every intention of tempting her despite her misgivings. When her worst fears are realized, Beth is left heartbroken and determined to forget her walk on the wild side.Razer will not change for any woman, not even Beth. He realizes his mistake too late, however, and she is not about to forgive and forget.

Rebellious, green-eyed Eleanor never met a rule she didn't want to break. Sick of her mother's zealotry and the confines of Catholic school, she declares that she'll never go to church again. But her first glimpse of beautiful, magnetic Father Marcus Stearns - Søren to her and only her - and his lust-worthy Italian motorcycle is an epiphany. Eleanor is consumed, yet even she knows that being in love with a priest can't be right. But when one desperate mistake nearly costs Eleanor everything, it is Søren who steps in to save her.

Bestselling author Tiffany Reisz returns with an imaginative tale of lust and magic, and the dangers unleashed when the two are combined… On the day of Lia’s university graduation party, her parents—wealthy art collectors with friends in high places—gift her a beautiful wine cup, a rare...

Long have we been alone; without brides, without females to warm us during the long nights, without sweet mates. But we see them from afar, the brides that could be ours. Kept away from us by walls and weapons. Females we long for greatly...obsessively. Human females. And the one with red hair? I want her. I saw her first. I will fight to the death for her. She is mine. So, we’ll come together and make an exchange with their men that will benefit us all. After that? To the winner goes the spoil. Let the hunt begin...but the red-headed female is mine.

In 1994, The Mistress Manual was born as a simple pink guidebook self-published by an experienced dominant woman. She moved on to other efforts, and the book fell out of print - much to the disappointment of thousands of eager submissive men and dominant women. Now, the classic is available once more, in an updated new edition.

Mabel "Maybe" Willis died a virgin at the very young age of 24. She leaves behind her parents, Betty and Bruce, her brother, Evan, a laptop filled with one too many Jason Momoa memes, and a Kindle library with more books than one human being could ever finish in a lifetime. Cause of death: a text message. Okay. So, I didn't die. But I may as well have. One minute, I'm a woman trying to find her way in the world, and the next, I'm the sender of six of the most embarrassing text messages that have ever been sent in the history of time - or the cell phone. Whatever.

Reaper didn’t think it was possible to be deceived by anything, or anyone, after the hell he had gone through. But Ginny proved him wrong. Not only wasn’t she the woman he believed her to be, but she had also sacrificed herself to pay for his crimes. The only part of finding out who Ginny was that didn’t surprise him was that she was a thief. He already knew that - she had been stealing bits and pieces of his soul since he’d met her.

Lucky had always led a life of service. He had always put his life on the line for someone else, managing to survive by pure luck and skill. After bringing an end to a multistate drug ring, he was finally able to live the life he had wanted as a Last Rider. A good man would walk away and not touch the curvy woman who had been tugging on his heartstrings. Lucky wasn't a good man.

Beware of what you wish for; it might just come true. Train swore never to let a woman get under his skin unless it meant forever, and forever only meant belonging to the Last Riders. He had believed his one brief sexual encounter with Killyama was a "hit it and quit it". Instead her green eyes haunted his memories.

Knox, a former Navy SEAL, has been in several dangerous situations, but nothing compares to dealing with Diamond Richards. Framed for murder, he needs the passionless lawyer to prove his innocence. But when he no longer needs her help, he's going to show her the passion she's capable of and walk away a free man. Diamond plans on earning her huge fee to prove Knox is innocent, but she had no idea the muscled biker could bring out the passion she kept hidden behind her designer clothes.

No man ever made her scream and beg for release. Until now, I say. She claims I'm asking for the impossible. I will prove her wrong. I always get what I want. Always. She's a professional, paid to lie and seduce, but those tricks won't work on me. I don't want her insincere moans and fake smiles. I want the real thing - and I know how to get it. Because I know it's not her body that needs to be conquered - it's her mind. But our relationship rests on unsound footing, a contract and nothing more.

Bouncing from bed to bed on the Upper East Side, Kingsley Edge is brilliant, beautiful, and utterly debauched. No carnal act or chemical compound can relieve his self-destructive apathy - only Søren, the one person he loves without limit or regret. He plans to open the ultimate BDSM club: a dungeon playground for New York's A-list that'll change the scene forever. The club becomes Kingsley's obsession - and he's enlisted some tough-as-nails help.