I've been in love with Sebastian Kemp since the second grade. Yes, the Sebastian Kemp. World famous hockey player. International playboy. Gorgeous heartthrob. I know, right? Get in line. I've been best friends with his younger sister since grade two, but I was convinced that he forgot I was alive. That's why I was so surprised when I turned on the news and saw my name and face all over it, saying that we were engaged. He shows up out of nowhere.

My dad is in big trouble. He owes money to the most powerful man on the East Coast, and he can't pay. When I approach Mr. Connolly and try to take over the loan, he has a different idea. He's willing to wipe off the debt if I submit to him. I have to do what he commands, when he commands it. I think this over-the-top alpha male is a little obsessed with me. Good thing I love every second of it...

Carrie might be lost, but she's exactly where she needs to be—in the big tattooed arms of a hot possessive mountain man. This obsessive alpha knows how to treat a city girl right!

I really don’t know why I’m here. The excessive drinking, the half-naked bodies, the horrible decisions being made. So, when my friends throw me on stage for a wet T-shirt contest, I nearly die. Hundreds of people are watching as the MC approaches with the water jugs to show off my jugs. That’s when I see him. Jackson. Charging through the crowd. Then, I feel his hands on me, grabbing me, throwing me over his shoulder, stealing me away. He’s the rich owner of the hotel and he’s not having any of this. He still wants me to get wet, but it will be for an audience of one.

One look at her walking through the halls of my office has me hooked. She's my new secretary and she'll have to obey my every command. Follow my strict dress code. And there's no experience required, in fact, her inexperience is preferred. Because I'm going to show her how a real alpha boss does it. I'm going to show her why they call me Mr. CEOooooooo.

When Ashton moved to London, it broke my heart. I was only fourteen, but I was in love. I haven't seen him in four years. But now my father is getting married, and he's back. My feelings haven't changed, but I have. I'm not a scrawny little girl anymore. I have thick hips and curves. And once my father's best friend sees them, well, let's just say he becomes more caveman than best man. He can't take his eyes off me during the ceremony. He can't keep his hands off me during dinner. And every chance he gets, he's pulling me into storage closets and kitchens and alleys to..."celebrate".

It's my first day as the new reporter covering New Zealand's famous rugby team. I'm an American who knows nothing about rugby, but after taking one step into the locker room after the game, I'm a huge fan. These massive tough men are true alphas. And there's one who stands taller than the rest. Akea Saluni. The Samoan god. Covered in tribal tattoos, this chiseled man has muscles for days. He puts the moan in Samoan. He makes the Rock look like a pebble. He brings me to my knees. And once this possessive man lays his dark eyes on me, that's exactly where I'm going to stay.

I'm going to teach her what happens when you tempt a dominant professor. I shouldn't be looking at her like this. She's my student. She's 19-years-old. I'm way too old for her. Everything about this is inappropriate...The obsession has taken over. I'm its slave now. She's the teacher's pet and I'm about to give her a lesson she'll never forget. She'll learn that her professor is a possessive one and this won't be done after the semester ends. Because I'm never letting my pet go.

I'm on a first date but I can't stop thinking about what's waiting for me at home. A young innocent babysitter named Brooklyn. I'm a single dad and she's taking care of my son. But when I get home, she's going to be taking care of me. I can't get those sweet cherry lips off my mind and by the time I get the check, I'm damn near obsessed. When I get home, she's going to find out that it's my house and I'm in charge.

I fled to the mountains to get away from women. They all wanted a piece of my fortune, but I wasn't about to give them anything. I didn't want romance. I didn't want love. Until I saw Savannah. Wandering through the wilderness by herself. I followed her to make sure she was safe from the beasts lurking inside the darkness. But who's going to protect her from the beast lurking inside me? The obsessive one who wants to own her. The one who wants to steal her away where she can never escape. She's striking something deep and primal in me, and I don't know if I can hold it back.

I’m a tattoo artist. I look at bodies every day. But there is something about Lexi that just does it for me. She’s perfect for me. Plump, primed, and innocent. Lexi just cancelled her wedding when she found out her fiancé is cheating on her, and he thinks she is too big. Obviously, this is my lucky day. I found heaven in the arms of Lexi, and I don’t plan on letting her go. As a matter of fact, I’m making it my own personal mission to make her bigger (with my baby in her belly). When her ex-fiancé shows up wanting her back, I protect what’s mine.

Jinxed. That’s what I am, because the luck of my Irish descendants has never been with me. But it seems my luck’s about to turn when my Irish grandfather’s estate leaves me with an incredible opportunity. A bookstore tucked away in a small town, just outside of Dublin, and it’s all mine. So what’s a broken-hearted girl to do? Hightail it out of the US on the first flight I can get. This bookstore is all I have left of the only man who showed me unconditional love, but his sleazy AF landlord has other plans.

I can still remember the moment I first heard Cyrus Holt's deep, commanding voice. I didn't know who he was or about the life he'd left behind. I was just a trembling orphan on the run from a monster, and he was the man offering me shelter and not giving me a choice about it. This boss of bosses didn't assign someone else to watch over me. He slept on the floor next to my bed when I woke up scared, then spanked me like a naughty little girl when I lied to him. He could have claimed me that night, ravaging me without mercy or remorse. But he didn't.

My car broke down on an icy road in the middle of nowhere. I’ve got no money in the bank, no place to stay, and no food for my kids. Can it get any worse? Sure. A police car pulls up. The county sheriff calls his twin brother to tow my car for repairs that'll probably cost more than the beater is worth. They say don’t worry about it. They only want to help. Sure they do. These gorgeous guys just happen to have two friends who own a luxurious motel called Little Cypress Lodge.

Raise your hand if you’ve ever done this. Written a racy message and sent it to—oops—the wrong person. Yeah, me too. Except, I sent my latest Tales of a Naughty Virgin column detailing my fantasies about my hot, charming, thoroughly bangable next-door-neighbor to…my entire company. Did I mention I’m a children’s book editor? Well, I was. *Facepalm.* At least the column goes viral, but I’m still the gal who gets fired for her not-safe-for-work thoughts about the so-called “Mister Sexy Pants”.