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When the Shadows set you free… will you let them claim you? My worst nightmare has come true. Sergi Petrov, the man my father sold me to, has me in his grip again. This time, even my Shadows aren’t strong enough to fight his obsession. I endure every night in his mansion—twenty-one days of his attention, his delusion—submitting so my men, my soulmates, can live free. I will suffer anything to ensure their safety. Every night, my will to survive is tested, with only Nikolai, Sergi’s own son, helping me resist the darkness his father creates inside me.

"I do." Two words that taste bittersweet, their meaning conflicting within me. They roll off my tongue, tasting both right and wrong, as if the hand that gives also seeks to take away, uncaring and unapologetic. Can I truly have it all? Can I keep them, these pieces of my heart? Shakespeare knew true love's path is anything but smooth, especially when it collides with an unknown past, while our own demons threaten to consume us.

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I’m a hunter. It’s what I do best—track down my prey, then walk away. Until a woman with blazing hair and fire in her eyes consumes my every thought. One heated look from my curvy little fox, and my obsession grows. Some call it stalking. I call it protection. And now I’ve caught her, there’s no escape. She wants her freedom, but that’s the one thing I can’t give her. One taste isn’t enough. I crave her like a match needs a flame. All I see is Red. Her name on my tongue like sweet wine, Her red hair in my fist, Her essence soaked into my sheets. She’s Taken. Marked. Mine.

Rosamund Bailey was once hopelessly in love—until betrayal shattered her heart. A year later, she's trying to rebuild her life in London society. But when her ex-fiancé returns with a threat that could ruin everything, she's forced to make a dangerous choice. Desperate, Rose hatches a reckless plan: find a long-lost treasure hidden beneath the sea. The only man who can help her? A notorious pirate captain with a past he can't outrun—and the same stranger she once shared a one-night stand with.

I’ve been desperately looking forward to Christmas in my family’s snowy alpine chalet. Two blissful weeks of skiing, eating, and sneaking off for 'naps' to listen to my favourite audio erotica star. Yes, the man who warms my bed each night may have no idea I exist, but that doesn't stop me fantasising that his spicy stories and filthy words are for my ears only. It's set to be the most relaxing Christmas ever. Until my brother shows up… with an unexpected guest.

The silent, grumpy, bratva boss doesn’t know I’m having his baby. It all starts when my rich, handsome boss catches me listening to an audiobook. My earbuds disconnect and he hears every second of a kissing scene. I’d say, “kill me now”, but he could take that literally. Instead, he makes me keep listening, and the book turns hot. Really hot. And… things happen. On a table. Without protection. With lots of kissing.

Delicate, titian-haired Theresa Noble has met her father's associates in the past, but the gorgeous, Italian-born Sandro De Lucci leaves her speechless. Eighteen months into their marriage, however, Sandro has turned to ice. Desperate to escape a relationship that has proven to be as stubbornly passionate as it is cold and hateful, Theresa summons up the courage to ask for a divorce. But before he'll grant her request, Sandro demands something from Theresa: a son.

Eloisa Holt is not the type of woman to wander London on her own. In fact, she's not even the type of woman to consider such a thing. After all, her governesses hailed her as a paragon of everything proper. But when a nude painting of her mother scandalizes the ton, Eloisa must stop more paintings from being displayed. This debutante is desperate.

Life shattered my childhood dreams—no white picket fences, no dream job, and definitely no flawless husband...Well, that last part isn't entirely true. I just didn't expect my husband's three friends to be my soulmates and lovers too, one of whom fathered the life growing inside me. It all began with rivers of blood, and it ends the same. Drop by drop, we'll exorcise our demons, but I fear we'll lose too much along the way.

Percival, the Earl of Plymouth, is in trouble. Terrible trouble. His aunt is eager for him to marry. Since Percival has no desire to be thrust onto the marriage mart, he may have told her he has a secret beloved. Fortunately, Percival's best friend Sebastian volunteers to find Percival someone inappropriate with whom to pretend to have an amorous relationship. After all, Percival's aunt won't desire a scandalous future countess.

The Honorable Miss Hattie Lethbridge is quite happy being a wallflower, thank you very much. She would far prefer to spend an evening curled up with her cat than whirling about a ballroom. When her brother’s scapegrace friend, the Duke of Montrose, proposes they marry, she is determined to refuse his suit.

I should have died the same night that a monster murdered my grandmother, but I was saved, stolen from my world, and thrown into a realm ravaged by an endless war between ancient gods called Asura. I'm told that I'm a demigod, that there are others like me, brought to this world to replenish their dwindling numbers. They want us to prove we're worthy of ascension and fight alongside them. I don't give a damn about their war. All I want is vengeance on the monster that killed my only family. A monster from their world. And if the only way to kill it is to become a god, then I'm all in.

Edward Adair, heir to the Duke of Boulstridge, is more interested in finding a missing family heirloom than a wife. But when his parents issue an ultimatum—marry or lose your allowance—he reluctantly agrees to attend a house party to find a bride. Instead, he discovers attractive but infuriating Miss Isabella Winthrop in his library, reading the private family journal that holds clues to the location of the heirloom.

His name is Jack… but I’m the real Ripper. Jaxon Clémont knows who I am. Why else would a monster leave petals like breadcrumbs? Send love letters straight from Hell? He’s stalking me, taunting me, chasing me into the darkness. He knows where I sleep, eat, and even where I live. He’s a brilliant surgeon and a billionaire, untouchable in every way, with a soul-sucking gaze and a predatory smile. And he knows my deep, dark secret. But I won’t go softly into the night.

My ex-boyfriend’s dad kidnaps me to his private tropical island. A sleek black limo pulls up next to me, and I’m dragged in, kicking and screaming. My captor looks like my ex-boyfriend, but far more. Older. Hotter. More experienced. Powerful and ruthless. Feliks Rykov makes me flushed and needy, feeling things I never dreamed of.

Christian Roberto Domenico Sovrano could have any woman he wants, but he's totally focused on me. He's obsessed with me. He lives to make my life miserable. It's why he asked me to pose as his fake wife for 30 days. Thirty days! In return for saving my life from the wrath of the Mafia. Oh! He also wants me to attend his family's Christmas getaway. And pretend to be his loving, devoted spouse. Guess what happens next? We get lost in the forest...and snowed in for Christmas. And have to share the same bed. But hell if I am going to simply agree to his terms.

As president of the Untamed Sons MC, I'm no stranger to pain, but three years ago Sasha Montgomery broke my heart and put another black mark against my soul. Even the mention of her name is enough to bring my demons out to play. I still don't know what happened, but what I do know is she walked out on me, the club, and the future we were working toward without a backward glance. I should have known she wouldn't stay gone.

No one was supposed to know that the little waitress was special to me. My obsession. My love. I wanted to protect her, both from the brutal life of the Bratva, and from myself.

Since the night we met, he's been my constant. Carefully reconstructing the pieces of my broken heart and making it whole again. But we can't catch a break. As hard as we try to make it work, the blows keep coming. When I'm finally ready to hand him all of my bruised and battered pieces, he shatters the trust we've built, and I don't know if I have it in me to fight for what we have. Is it time to walk away and save myself? Or do I take a chance on loving Gabriel Wild?