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When I accidentally give gorgeous and terrifying kingpin Dexter Streatham my list of baby daddy requirements, I expect to be fired. After all, the list describes him exactly, down to intimate details. Instead, he offers to marry me and get me pregnant. But if he takes my V-card he’s sure to notice I’m hopelessly in love with him, so I refuse. He bets me that he’ll put a baby in my belly within six months, or he’ll find me a new husband himself. I can’t say no. Having my boss’ baby is everything I've ever wanted, even if it might break my heart.

People assume Joanie’s a nepo baby, but they have no idea how hard she’s worked to get back on the pitch after injury. She just wants to play football. The last thing she needs is to film an ad in Menorca with Kieran Earnshaw, the men’s team bad boy. Kieran is gorgeous, though—and he seems different with her. Maybe it’s time this good girl finally experimented with her wild side…?

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.

Tall and thin, twenty-eight-year-old Bronwyn Palmer has become positively gaunt, a ghost of her former self. That self was—and still is—the wife of a rich, handsome executive with an ocean-view house and his own security staff. It was in that house, two years ago, that Bryce Palmer learned...

No law but pleasure. No limit but acquiescence. No rule but secrecy. Welcome to the world of Far Hope, where wicked deeds rule the night and dangerous lovers wait in the shadows.

One, two, three, four... You want a fight, I'll bring a war. Five, six, seven, eight... I'll even use such pretty bait. Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, why... Did you leave me there to die?

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.

Instead of two ugly stepsisters, I get four gorgeous stepbrothers. Caspian, Oct, Kit and Prince. The twins and their older stepbrothers. All more beautiful than the last. All as dark and depraved as demons. All with wounds that run so deep, there's no way to heal them. Sounds like a fairytale right? Wrong.

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.

In a land scarred by an old war where fae hunt witches and collect them for bounty, Rose must hide in the woods with her grandmother to avoid being turned over to the fae king for torture. Rose does what she can to survive, stalking and killing any fae that wander too close to home and using her magic sparingly to avoid detection. One day, Rose is captured by a wolf-shifting bounty hunter named Emrys, and she immediately knows two things. First, she must find a way to escape no matter the cost. And second . . . she's never hated anything more than she hates the fae. Especially her captor.

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.

Never has there been a fury like that of a mated male. Though my arranged marriage to the king resulted in heartache, the continent of Rosinthe continued to heal. It was my duty to ensure the stains my father left in his wake were wiped clean. If that meant remaining married to a male who’d betrayed me, then so be it. With peace flourishing and my lover, the lord of the east, at my side, the sticky web we’d found ourselves in became easier to navigate. Until a faerie king stole into my dreams, marring harmony with uncertainty.

Pregnant. Funny how one small word can change the course of your life so completely that it becomes unrecognisable. In order to protect the life growing inside me, I must change who I am, escaping from the rich yet depraved mountains of Colorado to the hidden exclusivity of London. Dancing becomes my freedom, giving me everything that I've missed from my privileged life so far. Friends, safety and a fresh start.

The path to glory is veiled in deception. With the primordial evil free from its prison, my ascension is vital. The throne holds the power to help us lock away the evil for good. But there are forces at work that would rather not have me on the board, and the Authority will play every card in...

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.

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.

Five… minutes. That's how long I was supposed to be there. Get in, get out. Job done. Four… guns pointed at my head. It wasn't supposed to go down this way. Three… years old, and she clung to her mum as we sat huddled together on the floor, chained to the pipes on the wall. Two… choices, when my time finally came. To let it all play out or fight with everything I had. One… split second that changed the course of my life… forever. My name is Tyler Evans. They call me The Thief. But on that day, the last thing I expected to become was the hostage.

As princess of the Moon Kingdom, and daughter of the cruelest king our land had ever seen, I was well-versed in deceit and debauchery. The Sun Kingdom’s sly prince was no threat to me. Assuming that was a grave mistake. For the ever-present smirk, irritating charm, and adoring gleam in his eyes began to melt the ice encasing my heart.

Lady Gemma Ashbourne seemingly has it all. She's young, gorgeous, and rich. Her family was Anointed by the gods, blessed with incredible abilities. But underneath her glittering façade, Gemma is deeply sad. Years ago, her sister Mara was taken to the Middlemist to guard against treacherous magic. Her mother abandoned the family. Her father and eldest sister, Farrin—embroiled in a deadly blood feud with the mysterious Bask family—often forget Gemma exists.

It starts with revenge. A decade ago, I embraced death–or so they believe. It’s my life’s mission to make the Lords of Darkness pay for their actions. A perfectly-timed opportunity propels me into the heart of the malevolent order that shattered my very existence. From the smoldering ruins of the Lords of Darkness emerges the Princes of Sin: a secret brotherhood with fresh faces and dark desires—myself included. I slither through the shadows–a viper biding its time to strike.