He’s the one she’s not supposed to want—but he’s about to make her his, whether she’s ready or not. There’s only one bright light in my dark, twisted world, and her name is Olivia Carson. Every time she comes up to that fence, defying her father’s orders to talk to me—a felon with a past that should keep me in the shadows—I see something in her eyes that makes me believe there might be a shred of goodness left in this godforsaken place.

Ava Sinclair has it all—a life of luxury on her father's sprawling plantation-style estate in Georgia, a bright future ahead, and a sense of freedom that comes with youth. College is just around the corner, and she's ready to step into her new life. That is, until her father crosses the wrong man—the notorious New York kingpin, Gage Morelli. Suddenly, Ava’s perfect world shatters when she’s kidnapped by a man whose power is only matched by his ruthless reputation. But Gage? He’s nothing like the cold, calculating criminal she expected.

Cindy Crews is everything I never even knew I dreamed of. Winning the championship used to be my number one goal in life, but one look into Cindy's pretty golden eyes, and I see my future. But Cindy is a feisty little thing who's fighting me every step of the way. I know she feels this electric current zinging between us, but she's put up walls so thick it's going to take a bulldozer to knock them down.

Faith didn’t expect to catch the eye of the devil when her friends dragged her to a Halloween party at one of the city’s most elite businesses. She didn’t even know who he was until his gaze locked on hers, intense, hungry, and coming straight for her like he already knew what he wanted. Coward that I am, I ran. But you can’t outrun a man like that, no matter how hard you try. I couldn’t stop dreaming of him, though. The way he looked at me. The fire in his eyes. But at least I’d never have to see him again, right?

The moment he pulled her back from the brink, she became his. Not just his patient, but his obsession. She’s everything he’s ever wanted, and now that fate has placed her in his hands, he’s never letting go. She wants to keep her distance, but he’s not the kind of man to be denied. Her fears? He’ll soothe them. Her heart? He’ll claim it. Because she’s his, and nothing—not even her resistance—will stop him from making her see it.

Hadley’s world shatters the night her stepdad sneaks into her room, and with nothing but fear gripping her heart, she bolts. She doesn’t care where she’s headed, as long as it’s far from the nightmare she’s escaping. Damon’s instincts roar to life the second he spots her—lost, trembling, and too innocent for her own good. She’s an angel who’s fallen right into his path, and he’s a man with a past he can’t escape. A felon with no right to touch someone so pure, someone so tempting.

I’ve got one thing on my mind: the biggest fight of my career. But the second I lay eyes on her, nothing else matters. She’s perfect. A knockout in every sense. Problem is, she’s the senator’s daughter. Off-limits. Too good for someone like me. But the way she looks at me? Hell, it's like she’s asking for trouble. And I’m the kind of guy who gives exactly what people ask for.

The moment I first saw her on that stage, I was done. Every move, every twist of her body is pure seduction. She’s nothing like the other dancers—no fake smiles, no practiced routine. She moves like she’s meant to be worshipped. A ballerina. A goddess. Poetry in motion. Her long red hair flows like fire, and those green eyes—hell, they burn right through me. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I need her. My body craves her. If I don’t have her, I’ll lose my mind. She’s my obsession, my fantasy, my everything. And tonight, on New Year’s Eve? She’s mine.

One look. That’s all it took. One second, and Rachel became mine. My Rachel. My reason for breathing. She doesn’t know it yet—not while she’s smiling sweetly at customers and pouring coffee like the world is soft and safe. But I know better. She needs me. She doesn’t see the way men look at her, like wolves circling something pure and untouched. She doesn’t see the dangers, but I do. And I’ll protect her from every single one of them.

Ella Brown. The prettiest little thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. She doesn’t realize it yet, but she’s already mine. Sure, she fights it—says she’s not interested. But I see the way her breath hitches when I’m near, the way her cheeks flush when our eyes meet. She can push me away all she wants. It won’t work. I didn’t get to the top by giving up, and I’m not about to start now.

I hate Dante Moretti. He is cold, calculating, and vicious. It’s no secret that he wiped out his former fiancée and her entire family on the eve of their wedding. He’s the kind of evil that makes even devils cry. But that’s not why I hate him.

What happens when a woman falls in love with her stalker? I'm not the type of woman who actually inspires passion in any guy, much less one who makes it a habit to watch me because he's obsessed. I'm a curvy, plain Jane. I'm an educated geek who would rather have my nose in a computer instead of a fashion magazine. But none of those things seem to matter to Stalker. He sees something in me that I don't see in myself, and I don't know why. I'm terrified, yet I'm inexplicably intrigued.

I never wanted a wife. No one is safe with me. No one is good enough for my daughter. But if I want to rule over the wealthiest crime family in New York City, I only have two weeks to find one. When Elsie broke into my home, I saw an opportunity, so I forced her into a marriage she didn't want. No one crosses me, not even someone as beautiful as Elsie. She may fight me with that smart mouth, but she will obey me–or return to the hell she came from. I told her she was mine for a year. Then she'd be free.

Thea Landry has always known her place in modern-day society. It's somewhere just above the trash can her mother dumped her in as a newborn, but below the class where much comes easy. With her tattered shoes and bargain-bin clothes, her life has never been full of glamour. So when a rich and charismatic man takes interest, she doesn't fool herself into thinking their encounter is anything more than a one-night stand. Months later, she's kicking herself for not getting his phone number. Or his last name. She's given up hope of seeing him ever again.

Wes: Life on the road as a pro-ballplayer isn't without it's drawbacks. And now, without a team to play for, I find myself heading home. Maybe it's a good thing. I can focus on my daughter, Izzy, and my life. I need to get things straightened out, including that hole that I never filled after Izzy's mom left. But, is there anything that could keep me in town if another team came calling?