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Some call him friend or boss. Some call him husband or dad. Some call him son, even a favorite son. But the only title that matters to him is the one the media has given him: the Poet. A name he earned from the written words he leaves behind after he kills that are as dark and mysterious as the reason he chooses his victims. One word, two, three, a story in a poem, a secret that only Detective Samantha Jazz can solve. Because, he’s writing this story for her.

A necklace delivered to the wrong Allison: me. I'm the wrong Allison. That misplaced gift places a man in my path. A man who instantly consumes me and leads me down a path of dark secrets and intense passion. Dash Black is a famous, best-selling author, but also a man born into wealth and power. He owns everything around him, every room he enters. He owns me the moment I meet him. He seduces me oh so easily and reveals another side of myself I dared not expose. Until him.

Damion West was the boy who stole my young heart and then broke it. That was a long time ago though and I'm not a girl susceptible to hot boys with big egos who just happen to kiss well anymore. He's the heir to West Enterprises, and notoriously loud on social media. Everyone knows Damion West. Just not like I do. But that's another story better left untold.

Tyler Hawk is a man with secrets and a dark past. A man who has known tragedy and betrayal. He wants for little, but what he wants is more power, a legacy that is his own, and not his father's. There are obstacles in his way, one of which is the scandal his father left behind and a will with certain demands. Behind the scenes he is a man on edge, and only one woman sees the truth hidden beneath his strong will and dominant rule. Bella is somehow demanding and submissive, fiery and yet sweet. She can give him everything he wants, she just doesn't know it.

Junior is back and stupider than ever. It's all of us and the nonsense is irritating. Of course, I have killers in front of me and all around me. I'm me. Kane is Kane. And both of us came by our bad habits honestly. We have crappy fathers. In other words, I push harmless Junior aside and head to a crime scene, and when I kneel beside the wealthy victim, I glance up to spy a painting that is pretty and one tone—red. When I inquire with the house manager about the artist, she can't remember who painted it, but she does know the name of the painting itself.

Tyler Hawk. A man who seems to have it all, except her. Bella. Beautiful, rebellious Bella. His employee. His best friend's sister. Now his father is dead, and the future of the family empire depends on him taking a wife. And there is only one woman he can dare act out this charade with-and that's her. A woman he trusts. A woman he burns for.

I believe that there is one person in this world that can both break us and make us whole. One person who can love us more than life can hurt us. With this comes deep, intense passion, and a burning connection. But in turn, that person can destroy us, cut us, make us bleed in ways no other ever could. They have power over us.

Women are dying. The killer wants to play a game with Lilah Love. Lilah doesn't play games, she doesn't submit to demands. The love of her life, her ex-lover that isn't so ex at all, Kane Mendez, knows that all too well, but like the hero or perhaps criminal that he is, he'll try to play the game for her. ​But this killer isn't playing with Kane, demanding Lilah step up or more blood will be shed. Lilah claims her role on the game board, and she'll do it to save lives, but she isn't happy. And when Lilah isn't happy, someone is going to die, all right, and it won't be her fault.

The only man within the Brandon empire with a moral compass, Shane Brandon is ready to take his family’s business dealings legitimate. His reckless and ruthless brother, Derek, wants to keep Brandon Enterprises cemented in lies, deceit, and corruption. But the harder Shane fights to pull the company back into the light, the darker he has to become. Then he meets Emily Stevens, a woman who not only stirs a voracious sexual need in him, but becomes the only thing anchoring him between good and evil.

I have plenty of reasons to dislike the ridiculously good-looking, arrogant Ethan Dalton, who did my father wrong, and I'd do anything for the chance to tell the billionaire that to his face. So when I'm selected to attend Moore's Department Stores' annual conference in Hawaii, with an invitation to submit my designs, the last person I expect to see is Ethan. I had no idea he was on the board, and despite the fact that he won't know who I am, I'm in avoidance mode, and failing.

I'm the bastard child, son to the mistress, my father's backup heir to the Kingston empire. He sent me to Harvard. I left and became a Navy SEAL, but I'm back now, and I finished school on my own dime. I'm now the right-hand man to Grayson Bennett, the billionaire who runs the Bennett Empire. I'm now a few months from being a billionaire myself. I don't need my father's company or his love. My "brother" can have it. I will never go back there. I will never be the mistake my father made, the way he was the mistake my mother made.

He was dirty. That's how Priscilla met him. She was all about just how dirty he was and, in fact, had to be. Now, he's just plain bad. When you cross a man like Adrian Ramos, you find out just how bad he can be. Priscilla started out as an enemy, became a lover, and now, she is his obsession.

One touch can change everything though, and it did. The minute he showed back up in her life, all deals were off. He touched her and she melted. He promised her everything, and she wanted everything. The question is: is he her salvation or her destruction? Love. Hate. Passion. Danger. It's about to get hot in here.

To the world, Dash Black is famous, wealthy, wildly good-looking, and intriguing. To say that he came into my life and shook my world is an understatement. He looked into my eyes and I swear our souls connected, but then, I saw what no one else was ever allowed to see. I saw a complicated man with secrets, a man who hides behind a persona that tells only part of his story. And ultimately, I felt his pain and he felt mine. He told me I belonged with him. I believed I did.

As an FBI profiler, it's Lilah Love's job to think like a killer. And she is very good at her job. When a series of murders surface - the victims all stripped naked and shot in the head - Lilah's instincts tell her it's the work of an assassin, not a serial killer. But when the case takes her back to her hometown in the Hamptons and a mysterious but unmistakable connection to her own life, all her assumptions are shaken to the core.

Abbie swore that she was done with rich, powerful men. They've hurt her. They've hurt her mother, whom she will do anything to protect. She's done playing the submissive. She's ready to fight back. The problem is that Gabe Maxwell is one of those rich, powerful men, and he refuses to be ignored. He's in her path, and she can't seem to steer clear of him. He wants her. She wants him. But it's not that simple. There is more to her story, more than Gabe knows, but then, there is more to Gabe's story than Abbie knows, too.

They call him Umbrella Man because he makes it rain blood. He wants to play with Lilah Love. What he doesn't know is that Lilah is a killer too, and games just piss her off. The conclusion to the second duet in the Lilah Love series. Love Kills concludes where Love Me Dead left off.

He's the bastard of the empire, a savant, a genius, and a self-made success. He left it all behind, but he came back for her. Their passion is a flame that ignites more than their bond. It ignites secrets, lies, and a puzzle that once solved, will shake them to the core. You know one deep, dark secret, but you do not yet know anywhere near everything.

When the enemy is pushed to the edge, they burn your house down. But a house is just a wall. The only home Damion has ever known is Alana. And his enemy's end will not be gentle. He will do whatever he has to do to end this story with Alana on the Wall Street throne next to him.

Asher is a man who defines contradiction. A man who rebelled against his billionaire father by joining the underground club scene but then went on to become a Harvard graduate and a well-decorated Navy SEAL. And now, as a member of the elite Walk Security team, he's a chameleon who is as comfortable in a suit and tie as he is in a leather jacket. He's also a man who will never want just one woman. Until Sierra. She is beautiful, tough, and clearly running from someone or something. She tries to run from him, but Asher knows what he wants, and what he wants is her.