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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.

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.

Kal Anderson is a stone-cold fixer, both in the literal and figurative sense. Nicknamed Doctor Death, he prefers to keep his messes confined to his workspace and out of his personal life. Still, when it comes to the notorious Ricci crime family, he can't seem to catch a break. He's not supposed to notice his boss's daughter or engage in any way with her, considering the sordid history he has with both of her parents. Elena Ricci won't let him go without a fight, though. Not with the date of her arranged wedding on the horizon.

Out of a room full of women, his eyes lock on mine. The muscled dancer is agile and skilled, and my gaze hungrily follows every teasing move. When he steps off the stage to stalk toward me, a shiver ripples down my spine. I've never had such an intense reaction to a guy before, especially not a stranger. But this is a tall, dark fantasy brought to life-one with a mischievous grin and chiseled abs.

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.

When Rose DuLoe is forced to leave her comfortable city life for a mansion in the middle of nowhere, she feels out of control. Worse, the estate is owned by the man who drives her crazy—but when tensions boil over and they have the hottest hate-sex of her life, she's left feeling more confused than ever. Blake is controlling, arrogant and a player but being stuck together for their own protection means Rose can't help but see what's been staring her in the face all along.

Ty is every girl's dream—physically, anyway. Personally? He's every nightmare. Arrogant, obnoxious, and irresistible to a fault. He can tempt even sensible girls like me to act recklessly. If only I could escape him. He's friends with my roommate's boyfriend, so naturally, he invades my space—a lot. Ty comes to my yoga classes and taunts me with his flirtatious smirks and muscled arms. His chiseled body and tattoos might be perfect for his unconventional profession, and I try my hardest not to be fascinated by him like many other women.

Isla Hart figured the odds of finding her happily ever after were slim when she sprouted wings . . . until she saved Cooper Madison's life and couldn't get him out of her head. Too bad he was human, and it wasn't as though she'd ever see him again anyway. Unable to pilot planes after an accident, Cooper was in search of somewhere to figure out what came next. When he rented a cabin near where his plane had gone down, he never expected to run into the woman he thought was a figment of his imagination. Or that he'd fall head over heels in love with her.

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?

The third book in her phenomenal Argeneau vampire series, Single White Vampire by the incomparable Lynsay Sands is an unadulterated delight! This paranormal romance classic follows the romantic adventures of a dark and handsome immortal who writes paranormal romances, and who’d love to sink his teeth into his sexy new editor.

Nobody does vampire romance quite like Lynsay Sands! Tall, Dark & Hungry is the fourth book in her insanely popular Argeneau vampire series—and she brilliantly blends laughter with steamy passion in this story about a British lass who falls hard for a tasty immortal in-law she meets when she crosses the ocean to attend a cousin’s New York wedding. Paranormal romance is hot, hot, hot! And Lynsay Sands is not only one of the pioneer authors of this subgenre…she’s one of the very best!

By the time the agoraphobic, unhinged, and musically gifted Grayson James came crashing into my life, I was deeply infatuated with his elder sibling. But that didn't stop him from ruining everything. He stole something that wasn't his to have. Something I hadn't known I was giving him. After realizing he was unsatisfied with that little taste, he wanted more—wanted me. Now, he's asked me to keep him company while he hides out in his family's rustic mountainside estate. Blackmailed me, really. Unfortunately, I need the money, the escape. It's not like I have much of a choice.

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.

My new security team is everything I imagined it to be: three strong, hot men that would take a bullet for me. But the "good girl" of Hollywood needs more than just protection. No sketchy stories. No unbelievable rumors. Except for the one I have with my co-star. My fans don't know that my heart belongs to the men in my bed. The SEALs have me thinking about them between cut and action. They hate that I have to pretend to love my co-star for publicity.

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?

I have witnessed the darkest parts of this world and endured countless struggles in a life riddled with sin. I walk among the demons that haunt our town, all in the name of survival. Being an Ice Reaper was not a choice but the only way to outlast my fate. Until karma blew through the front door, and I was claimed by the enemy. As the remnants of my former life fade away, I'll do whatever it takes to keep my secret hidden, using the only thing I have at my disposal… my body.

I'm the good sister. The rule follower. All I want is to make a difference in the world and become a doctor. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. In a blink I'm forced to marry a stranger, a pawn to keep the peace between families. And that’s not even the worst news. Now I've learned this marriage must produce an heir within six months to prevent all-out war.

War is waging between the Black Bloods and the Paragon Dawn. The time has come for the other kingdoms to pick a side. Except there's one thing that will get in the way of pledging their unwavering allegiance: Every king wants Princess Devereux's heart on a platter—or worse, a ring on her finger. Her plan is simple: she must find the witch who cursed her and stay hidden in plain sight. Only one of those two things has been doable. Running from her crown was easy. Dabbling in black-market trade has its benefits. Getting rid of the curse, however, seems to be a fallacy.

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.

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.