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Kara - If there's one mistake I'll never make again, it's falling in love. A certain member of the male anatomy makes me stupid apparently, and anyway, I'm too busy building my empire. All I need is my favorite toy and my bestie to keep me happy, or so I keep telling myself. Cole - I fell in love with my best friend in college and married her when her heart was broken to pieces. But Kara is under the distinct impression that her heart has never been safer with me, her best friend, because as far as she knows, I’m gay.

Kerrick is tagged to join a new elite group, where he’d have more say and less rules on missions. Working mostly alone, he’s to track down a kidnapped victim suspected of being in England, and likely she’s not the only one. This is his kind of job; finding out a longtime friend is his backup makes this mission a go. Amanda is snatched at the end of her workday while walking to her vehicle. Days later, she wakes to find she’s imprisoned, alone in a small cement cell. One rotting meal a day is provided, and that is it.

Looking into the eyes of death only to wake up in hell wasn’t the plan. Is this my karma? Being so near yet so far away, chained to a debt, felt like a punishment worse than distance itself; each day a torment.

Stir is book five in The Sizzle TV Series, a series of interconnected standalone novels. You may spot some familiar characters along the way. This book includes a stubborn bodyguard with trust issues, a lawyer in love at first sight, and a woman brave enough to go after what she wants. HEA guaranteed!

By day, Wendy Travis is a stone-cold-accurate proofreader of contracts for individuals whose deeds bend toward the peculiar. By night, she’s the out-of-date fashionista president of the Manhattan Knitters’ Club. The club’s motto: What happens at knit club stays at knit club!

Brooks was her dream. Her very wet dream, but one blissful night at her best friend's wedding turned that into a reality. Unwilling to chance heartbreak, she pushes away the longing in her heart and rushes back to her old life. That is, until a frantic phone call has her racing to his side, questioning all of her old thoughts.

Beau heads to Alaska to a cult that kidnaps women to flesh out its numbers. One woman, in particular, has gone missing. When her father calls in a favor, Beau is asked to fit into the cult community. Only, his style is guns blazing, and he doesn’t bother counting the dead. Danica was late for her college class, when a hood was thrown over her head, and then she was tossed into the back of a vehicle. Days later, she wakes up on a dirt floor of a cell with only a grate above her head. But she’ll take it as she’s nothing if not innovative.

As Darius consumes her body and soul, her secrets grow from within. If he discovers this well-hidden gem, will Dalia survive his wrath? Will Kaine ever locate her with the reward? Will he maintain enough of her blood to multiply the cure for his father? As Dalia becomes Darius's obsession will she grow to love him back? Will she finally... hoof it?

For centuries, we have hidden our feral nature, our brute strength, and our carnal instincts. Now, when the savagery of one of our kind risks exposing us all, we should be even more circumspect. But this human is my mate, and nothing will keep me from claiming and ravaging her. She is mine to tame and protect, and if my belt doesn't teach her to obey, then she'll learn her place in a much more shameful fashion. Either way, her surrender will be as complete as it is inevitable.

JACK - My life ended when I was 16. Not literally - I’m no ghost, I just feel like one. It's a byproduct of losing your pack to a plague that skips you by like you’re not worth the effort. Chose all the good ones and you’re what was left behind. Survivor’s guilt, people call it. I just call it like I see it. I do a decent job of going through the motions. I’ve got a good reputation as an alpha, and everyone loves to joke about the only vegan alpha in North America. Some days even I’m convinced that this is it. As good as it gets. Then Dylan Kapernit walks into my shop.

Looking for adventure, I followed a hunch. It got me kidnapped and taken aboard a ghost ship with a kraken for a captain. How could I have guessed magic was real? Or that I was born to wield it? Will these fated mates find their way to happily ever after? Or will secrets force them apart?

If being my wife was something galactic women could apply for, they’d happily die for the opportunity. I am a Lyran Metamorph god. I am the god of night. Shockingly, this human female only wants to return to Earth. I fear she will not pass the three challenges to become my wife. I must woo her and inspire her. This human must succeed. If she fails, we both die. Our destinies are intertwined. We must be victorious.

Daisy Frazier is nervous about Jethro Morton's plans for her. She knows the long, hard spanking the handsome police detective has in mind is exactly what she needs to reset her emotions after a painful breakup, but she also knows that when he's done it won't be just her bottom that's sore.... Jethro let Daisy slip through his fingers once before, and she ended up with a lying jerk who broke her heart. But things will be different this time. This time he won't hold back. This time he won't hesitate to use and enjoy her beautiful body in ways more shameful than she can imagine.

I made the mistake of crossing the most dangerous man in the city. Now, he’s hunting me—and every moment I stay in his sights could be my last. Kade didn’t have to step in. But when he saw me walking into the city’s deadliest streets, he took control. He’s relentless, commanding, and expects me to follow his lead. And for some reason, I don’t want to argue.

Owen only has one wish left. This time he wants to ensure it doesn’t come with nightmarish side effects like his first two. Unfortunately, Cleo, the scornful genie granting his desires, isn’t willing to help. With the wish deadline fast approaching, Owen must find a way to gain Cleo’s assistance, or he’ll be stuck forever in a tangle of his own making.

Drake Morgan, MD, neurosurgeon, bass player, philanthropist - Dominant. He doesn't do girlfriends, he doesn’t do sleepovers, and he certainly doesn't do breakfast in bed the morning after. He has his surgical slate at New York Presbyterian, he has a charitable foundation providing surgical tools to hospitals in Africa, he has his Brit Invasion cover band, Mersey, and he has his secret life as a Dominant in Manhattan's BDSM community.

Ever since her last relationship ended in heartbreak, things have been going downhill for romance novelist Aurora Kane. Determined to revive Aurora's career, her publisher Donovan Tate decides to take matters into his own hands. Upon visiting Aurora at home and finding her wallowing in misery, Donovan makes it clear that he will be taking charge of her life, whether she likes it or not. When she tests his resolve, he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her hard and thoroughly, and she cannot help begging for more as Donovan brings her to a quivering, shameful climax after the punishment.

I had the double-edged dagger wrapped around his throat before the monster could even calculate his predicament! A surge of adrenaline kicked in, as I heard Christa cry out in pain. This caused me to dig deep with my sharp, deadly, instrument. It plunged into left side of the Guardian's main artery with great force.

I have seven weeks to meet and marry a human woman. If I don’t, I will lose my position as Commander of the Alliance Force. Since I took command, my attempts to meet eligible women have been disastrous. Lev, our resident anthropologist, has suggested I attend Oktoberfest in Munich. His rationale is that I like beer and the comradery of dancing and singing and will be surrounded by women who also enjoy the same activities. I always advise my officers to mingle with humans at their festivals.

Maddison used to be one of the guys, but that was definitely not the case anymore . . She had changed and damn if it didn't make my heart race. With each passing second, she began to consume me. Her smile made my knees weak and the way she looked at me took my breath away. She captivated me, but she was forbidden. She was the one girl I had no right to crave.