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I didn’t want to be paired with her. The perfect, crushable blossom who looks like she will safe-word after one stroke of my cane. The former roommate of my bratva brother’s new wife. I won’t fall for her eagerness to please. Her steady submission. But when she takes all, I dish out, it becomes increasingly clear: she belongs to me now.

I came to the BDSM club on Bratva business. Now that I'm here, I know exactly what I want. Or, rather, whom. The lovely blonde who doesn't belong here. The one who requires a delicate touch. She’s in over her head, but I swear, by the time I'm through with her, she'll be begging for more.

I'm Cat, and I've officially hit the third act of my fantasy nightmare. There's famine sweeping the land, war brewing like a badly-timed sequel, and—plot twist!—Damien Drakonar, the infuriatingly hot dragon prince I may or may not love, is now facing off against his own brother, Crown Prince Thorne. Yeah. Family dinners are awkward. Oh, and did I mention the whole "I've been promised to another" situation? Because nothing says "happily ever after" like a surprise royal engagement and a kingdom on the verge of collapse.

She will pay the price for her father’s sin. I’ll use my beautiful prisoner to get him. To make him suffer. Make him believe I'm hurting her the way he harmed my sister. And when I’m done tormenting him, I will offer a trade: her life for his. I owe him a slow, painful death. Revenge is my due. But Kateryna is strong in ways I didn’t expect. Broken before I ever got to her, she's a willing participant for my torment. She turns the tables on me, seducing me with her laughter.

The bratva put a gun in my hand at age thirteen. Gave me freedom, a sense of belonging, and the family I never had. There’s no way I’m going to let this slip of a woman harm my boss. No matter how beautiful she is.

If this feisty little human hadn't tried to blow one of our heads off before we even caught her scent, we might have been a little bit gentle when we mounted and rutted her for the first time. But now our naughty mate is going to have to earn our seed before she's bred. We're going to hunt her down, tear off her clothes, and teach her what happens to bad girls. Then we're going to make her come so hard she begs for our knots.

Back in her quaint hometown, Rose Parker finds herself at odds with a ruggedly handsome, tattooed, and oh-so-charming flower farmer. When her father's will forces her to work alongside the infuriating Gray Roberts to settle her father's estate and pay off a hefty tax debt, Rose is determined to keep things strictly professional despite the sizzling tension between them.

I should have known he was a monster when I betrayed him. I should have realized that in the ruthless world of the mafia, my actions would be met with punishment. But I fell for the wounded bad boy who knew just what I craved. Now, I am his possession, and he's determined to make me pay for my sins… On my knees. Bent over his desk. Tied to his bed. I shouldn't want this—shouldn't want him—yet part of me yearns to submit to his dark, depraved demands.

They say I'm jealous. Possessive. Obsessed. I say I know what I want, and I want her. She'll be my submissive. My property. I'll teach her what it means to submit. I'll show her what it means to obey. So I hire her for a job. To be my accomplice. We'll pull off the biggest heist known to Corsica. They say money doesn't buy love… But it can buy her.

Konstantin Aminoff isn't the kind of man who lets go. He ruined my life ten years ago, then he came back to ruin it again. He put his ring on my finger. He put his kiss on my lips. Worst of all, he put his mark on my world. And if he has it his way, he'll do the same to our son. I can't let that happen. So I'm running as far and as fast as I can to keep myself and my son away from the man who holds our hearts and our lives in his hands.

Ten years ago, a one-night stand got me pregnant and disappeared. Now, he's standing on my doorstep. And he's not leaving until I let him in. But even if I wanted to, I can't. And even if I could, I wouldn't. Because Konstantin Aminoff is a world of danger, and my life has plenty of that as it is. I've got a possessive addict for an ex and a creepy lurker for a landlord. I've got an agent who's sick of me and a former boss who's trying to ruin me. Most of all, I've got a nine-year-old son who needs me to be his mother.

Gage Black is my daughter's best friend's dad. He's emotionally unreadable, arrogant, and has been silently assessing me with those dark eyes since we met a year ago. I want nothing to do with him, but when our girls pull us into each other's lives, we're suddenly navigating shared logistics, school events, and far too many lingering glances.

When the Velasco family's top hitwoman shows up in New York, I plan on finding out exactly why. Amalia might be gorgeous, as well as lethal, but if she's here to negotiate terms to use our ports for her family's filthy crimes? I don't need to hear what she has to say; it's a no. It will always be a no. But the longer I tail her—and the guard dog she brought along—the more I realize something's off.

Here I am, Cat, Hollywood stunt double turned unwilling guest in Damien Drakonar's dragon-infested soap opera. Yep, that Damien—the hot, broody dragon shifter prince who's as infuriating as he is mysterious. And guess what? He's decided to keep me around because of some cosmic joke involving twin flame marks. Apparently, we're destined to be together—talk about a plot twist! As I try to wrap my head around our supposed bond, this little secret of ours doesn't stay quiet for long. We've got a traitor in our midst, causing more trouble than a season finale of your favorite reality TV series.

Elyna thought she had finally escaped her past. Running from a dangerous MC, she found refuge with the Iron Vultures and in the arms of their ruthless president, Bones. For eight months, she lived a lie—wrapped in his leather, sleeping in his bed, believing she was safe. Believing he loved her. But secrets have a way of surfacing. When her past is exposed, Bones doesn't ask questions. He doesn't listen. He marks her. He brands her. And he sends her back to the very men she ran from. Left for dead, broken beyond repair, Ely swears one thing: if she survives, she will burn it all down.

As a deep-sea death-dealer, Enna Valomir's life is simple: kill the siren, deliver the body, collect the reward. There's just one problem. Enna owes a mermaid her life, and in the cutthroat waters of the Abyss, that's a lifelong blood oath of service. When the mermaid orders her to kill the Abyssal Princess, Enna is pulled into an impersonation scheme with no choice but to infiltrate a gaudy surface court and help the mermaid win the heart—and throne—of its unwitting future king.

My name's Cat, and boy, do I have a tale for you. Imagine waking up to find yourself in a world utterly devoid of life's essentials—no Netflix, no Wi-Fi, and, brace yourself, not a single Starbucks in sight. Where, you ask? Well, that's a nightmare I'm still unraveling. Here's the scoop: one moment I'm pulling off a daring stunt on a Hollywood set, and the next, I'm gasping for air in a realm that's straight out of a fantasy novel. This place? It's overrun with werewolves, vampires, warlocks, fae, and, to top it off, dragons. Yes, actual fire-breathing dragons!

Sex is my escape. I'll do anything to keep it that way. No one knows my little secret. No one knows the real identity of the woman behind the webcam. By day, I'm Valencia—the sassy social media manager for the Colorado Yetis professional hockey team. By night, I'm Ruby Dix—my masked alter ego. It's the best of both worlds, as long as my two identities don't cross. But those worlds collide when the grumpy veteran hockey player and the charismatic rookie grab my attention online… And then at work.

They're not just going to claim me. They're going to breed me. Waking up nearly naked in a forest with no memory of how I got there was bad enough. Then a pack of wolf shifters caught my scent. Five huge, fearsome brutes, naked like the wild beasts they are, throbbing with visceral need as they tear off what little I have on and push me down to my hands and knees to mount and rut me as their instincts demand.

My back end spins out as I pull down an alley that's nearly too tight for the car to pass. My grip on the stick shift tightens as I drop gears. Trash cans hit the bumper and fly over the top of the vehicle, but I can't stop. The pointé is not the only thing I'm balancing over. I'm in too deep this time, and they are coming after me. I arrive at the door of the only person in the world I trust, but it's not my old dance teacher who answers my call. It's her son. Diego.