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Virgil's first taste of BDSM was disturbingly enticing. Hoping to burn out his interest, he visits an infamous San Francisco club, where he wins himself the prettiest little submissive he's ever seen. He's in a quandary. A man shouldn't render a woman helpless, let alone spank her ass. But the nervous little submissive clearly loves being in his ropes. Her need to be controlled is as powerful as his need to control. So he indulges himself, and her.

Since childhood, Mallory McCabe has dreamed of falling in love with a hero. And then one saves her life. He's honest and blunt. Deadly, but filled with pain. Overpowering, yet ever so gentle with her. Oh yes, she's found her hero. Taking him to her bed is simply ... right. As is losing her heart. How could she have known he'd want nothing more to do with her?

Fun and flirty Monica Stevens lives for chocolate, fashion, and boys...in that order. And she doesn't take life too seriously, especially when it comes to dating. When a night of innocent banter with Seattle's hottest NFL quarterback turns passionate, she fears that everything she once managed to protect will soon be destroyed. Seattle's most eligible bachelor, Zachary Ryan, is a workaholic by nature, an undercover entrepreneur, and passionate about the organizations he supports. He's also addicted to Monica.

Karen Grayson. Surfer girl. My band mate's wife. The one woman I can't have. The one woman who could have my heart, though I can never let her know. Ramon Martinez. Romeo. Completely forbidden. I wanted him back at the beginning, but he didn’t want me. So I made the safe choice. The wrong one. We were once friends. Now we’re not even that. But we’re both back in Ocean Beach, and that dangerous attraction remains.

It's supposed to be fun without strings, but resisting her is so damn hard. I'm good in bed, and I know what I want. So when a curvy grad student catches my eye, I do what I do best. I take her home. I kiss her hard. I - well, a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. I don't expect to want more. But I do. Iris is smart, sweet, and innocent as hell. I need her as often as possible. We strike up an arrangement. There are three rules. All fun. No strings. No falling in love. But then I've never been very good at following rules.

Lynx brought me into the Alpha House because he knows I can give the women what they want. They want to see me take my pants off, so I give them a big f--king surprise. They want to see me stroke myself, so I do it with both hands, giving them the show of their lives. It's been fun and games for the last few months and money is flowing in faster than I can count it. Anyone I want, my fine ass can get. Until Karma walks into the Alpha House and changes the damn game.

One hot night. Three naughty best friends. What can possibly go wrong? When an upcoming birthday makes Caitlyn Sachs decide to seek a gift that doesn't come in a box - a no-strings hookup to finally lose her pesky virginity - there's just one problem. She doesn't want only one guy. She wants two. The men she can't pick between just happen to be her best friends and business partners, Matthew Collins and Tristan Baldwin. And both men want each other too, much to her surprise. Then Matt offers a shocking suggestion.

Madison Moore is a single mother of two young boys. She's not interested in dating or partaking in meaningless sex. Her only goal in life is to be a good mother and make life as normal as possible for her oldest son who is diagnosed with a learning disability. When Ryder Storm literally comes crashing into her home and turns her life upside down, she finds herself falling hard. Madison's denial about her feelings and dismissal of his advancements only fuels Ryder's determination to make her his.

Cole King...the name alone leaves a bad taste in my mouth, a reminder of how he broke my trust in the worst way possible. My best friend of 20 f--king years. He had my back and I had his. Always. Until he crossed the line. Now visions of him sinking between my girl's legs, making her scream in all the ways only I should've been doing, haunt me, mixed with images of all the ways I can rip his damn throat out. I've tried to forget it and move on, but I can't. Ways to inflict even just a small portion of the pain he made me feel f--king consumes me. Somewhere in his fucked up, twisted mind, he thought it would be okay to share my girl. Now.... Now, he gets to see what it feels like to share what is his.

They’re not quite enemies, and not really friends. More like frustrated balls of sexual tension, Lance Gibson drives Mariah Malarkey absolutely crazy. He uses her office like a phone booth, and takes cupcakes from the corner of her desk like she baked them just for him. She didn’t. Maybe she knew the history teacher happened to love peanut butter icing, but that was purely a coincidence. Mariah has a way of getting under Lance’s skin, too. She calls him out on his crap, spoils him even if inadvertently, and, seeing the librarian in skirts, drives him wild. She won’t give in.

I never expected a million-dollar business to come out of touching myself on camera, but when you add in nine of your best guys, the women become hungry and the money begins flowing faster than you can spend it.

He’s my best friend’s older brother, off limits and incredibly tempting. I shouldn’t peak into Brendon’s sketchbook, even if the tattoo artist is as brooding and stoic as the day is long. I can’t help myself. I peel it open, run my fingers along the paper, soak up every ounce of him. His drawings are as beautiful and bold as his dark eyes and his cocky smile. Only, there, on the third page - that’s no tattoo mockup. That’s me. Naked. Ready. Waiting in his bed.

Cooper Bennett is a high school senior living a hard and abusive life in the sleepy town of Goodman, GA. One night, a monstrous burden is thrust upon him with the potential to unlock the better life he’s always wanted; one filled with love from the girl of his dreams and strengthened childhood friendships. However, the effects of his actions do not go unnoticed. Grayson Manning and his athletic son Liam see things far differently, doing everything in their power to send all Cooper has affected into ruin before he and the dangerous Lance Goddard manage to do the same to them.

They say everyone’s a superhero to someone. I’m not sure who I’m supposed to save, but I know who saved me. His name was Christopher. And up until the day he pulled me from death’s grip, he was nothing more than a boy I felt sorry for. In a blink of an eye, he became the only person who made me feel safe. And then he disappeared. I wasn’t going to have hope. I wouldn’t let myself wish. Those things - they weren’t for girls like me. That’s what I believed... until the new boy.

It’s a closely guarded secret that some shifters are born with the ability to change ordinary human beings, and there are plenty of dangerous Alphas would kill to keep it under wraps. A few months ago, Daunte’s biggest problem was hiding his attraction to the human woman he doesn’t want to destroy; now that she’s turned, those who don’t want her dead want to lock her in a lab, or worse yet, get their hands on the shifter who did it to her - his newborn nephew.

I'm not supposed to be here. Death has come for me more than once, and each time it's been a boy who's stood between me and my final breath. I called him Christopher when he saved me as a child. When he came into my life again, only months ago, I knew him as Wes. Just as he did the time before, he disappeared the moment he made sure I was out of harm's way; as if I didn't need any more saving.

Country’s hottest bad boy. That’s what they call me. My label ate it up until I became “too bad” for the good folks of country music. That’s when Hard Candy Records picked me up and took a chance on me. Probably not their smartest move, but I won’t tell them that. Especially when they’ve assigned me a babysitter to try and keep my ass out of trouble. One smart-mouthed, unimpressed, sexy-as-homegrown-sin Addy Mae Masterson.

This is one mistake Sienna Landry can't buy her way out of. As Walker Gibson looks at her, then at the damage to his precious truck (that she may or may not have accidentally inflicted), she knows she's in trouble. It's not the busted headlight and dented grill that's sunk her though. It's the downright sinful man in front of her that's the problem. The small-town mechanic is broody. Rough. Smells like engine grease and gasoline, and Sienna isn't sure why that's so sexy, but it is. It so is.

I learned the hard way what it's like to lose people you love. As an alpha, I vowed never to let that happen again. That means keeping my focus. Never letting my guard down. And, most of all, staying away from civilians—i.e. humans. But the feisty chocolatier has me breaking my own rules.

The average song is three and a half minutes long; those three and a half minutes could lead to a slow blink, a glimpse of the past, or catapult the soul into heart-shattering nostalgia. At the height of my career, I had the life I wanted, the life I’d always envisioned. I’d found my tempo, my rhythm. Then I received a phone call that left me off key. You see, my favorite songs had a way of playing simultaneously. I was in love with one man’s beats and another’s lyrics. But when it came to the soundtrack of a life, how could anyone choose a favorite song?