Genres : Contemporary

I keep the monsters away from the heiress. Never said I wasn't one. She's twenty-three. I'm forty-one. For five years, she's tried to break me. A mouth made for trouble. Curves made for sin. Eyes that look at me like there's still a man under the scars. For five years, I've let her think it isn't working. I know her coffee order. Her class schedule. Every exit in every room she walks into. And exactly how long it takes to...

Nobody told me it was my wedding. Or that I'd been sold to the Bratva to pay my father's debts. So I ran. Straight into the arms of the man who bought me. Vladimir Kovalev. Older. Scarred. Ruthless. The kind of man you don't say no to. He married me that night. The way he looks at me should terrify me. Instead, every night he doesn't touch me, I want him a little more. And when I finally say yes,...

My ex called me fat over the microphone at a mafia masquerade. A masked stranger silenced him. “Speak to my fiancée like that again, and I’ll cut out your tongue.” Apparently, I have a new type. Deadly. Silver at his temples. Blood-red ink across his knuckles. One threat, and my ex’s smirk dies. “Your fiancée?” I whisper. “Let the bastard watch what he lost.” I should go home. Instead, I follow him upstairs, his hand at my spine, his commands...

“Tell me, Miss Hale... Can you work for the man who knows what you taste like?” That's the first thing my new client says to me. In my defense, I had no idea my one-night mistake was Sebastian King. Hot. Older. Billionaire heir. Owner of a very expensive corner office and a very DIRTY mouth. And, apparently, my new boss. FML. Now I have twenty-one days to save his family's billion-dollar empire. If I fail, my PR firm goes down...

I left a voicemail on a stranger's phone. My name. My address. And the words "I'm scared." He called back with three words. "Lock your door." Seconds later, someone tried to break in. He got there first. And left my stalker bleeding in the hallway. Alessandro Russo. Older. Powerful. Blood on his hands. And the first man in months who believed I was in danger. Now I'm living in his penthouse. Sleeping down the hall. Finding reasons to close the...

Every rule says hands off my curvy little office manager. Until her manuscript lands in my inbox… And I read every filthy fantasy she's ever had. About me. She thinks I called her in to fire her. She has no idea what I really want. Because behind these designer suits and this billion-dollar empire, I'm not the man she wrote. I'm worse. I run this city from the shadows. I give orders that end careers—and lives. I have no business...

My ex cheated on me with my best friend. His father made me forget they both exist. I went to collect my things and leave the past behind. Instead, I crashed my car in a snowstorm and ended up snowed in with a man who made me feel more in one night than my ex did in two years. Then I learned his name. Anton Sokolov. My ex's father. Bratva boss. Twice my age. And not the kind of man...

The monster who comes to put me underground... forces me to become his wife instead. His brother betrayed me. Then died without ever meeting his son. Luca Moretti, the Devil of Chicago, has come to claim the last Moretti heir. My child. I expect a bullet. Instead, he forces a diamond on my finger. Then moves my son and me into his lakefront mansion. His rules. No way out. So I swear I'll make his life a living hell. Starting...

The hardest love to believe in… is the one you never expected to find.Broken EchoesThey’ve both lost someone—but in very different ways.Tommy Doyle loved his wife until the day he lost her.Diane Callahan survived her husband long before the world believes she became a widow.When they meet in a Boston grief support group, neither of them is looking for love—only a way to get through another day. But the understanding between them turns into something neither of them expected—an undeniable...

My ex downgraded to my conniving ex–best friend. His older brother upgraded to me… and promised to end anyone who tries me next. Fifteen seconds. That’s all it takes for my former best friend to gut me under the chandeliers of New York’s most elite. It takes Julian Volkov five more to make her regret ever trying. Silver hair. Gunmetal stare. The monster the Volkov empire keeps hidden. And my ex's older brother. “Pick your words carefully. They might be...