The hunt is what we all crave. Some of us are prey while others are predators. My name is Bree Walker. He calls me little mouse. His name is Mikhail Smirnov. The man without a face. People see him as nothing but a ruthless monster but in him I find salvation. You see I need the beast in him to feel, without it I am simply the walking dead. Let the hunt begin.

I’m just so exhausted—always living on the edge of desperation, one paycheck away from ruin. But this new job… It could be the fresh start I need. It could change everything. The contract is only for three months, but if I keep my head down, work hard, and prove myself, maybe I could stay longer. Maybe I could make Black Mountain Lodge my home. As I pull down the gravel drive, surrounded by the forest and mountains and bright blue skies, I feel something I haven’t felt in a while. I feel hope.

Posy. When I fell for Dario Volpe, I thought he was Prince Charming, and I was the luckiest girl alive. Then he saw something I never wanted anyone to see. This isn’t a breakup; it’s a warning shot, and if I want to get out of this bad romance alive, I have to run and never look back. Dario. I’m the man behind the curtain, the power behind the throne. I could have killed her, and no one would have blinked an eye. I made a mistake, running her off, but now I get to play one of my favorite games. Posy can run, but she isn’t made to be free. She’s made for me.

After years of sabotaging my body and blaming my family for the loss of my love, I've refused to be a part of our Mafia involvement. Then my usual Indulgence service arrives, and for the first time in years, my body comes alive. I can feel. The only problem is the girl in my arms. The one I crave is not the girl I ordered. No, it's my stepdaughter.

Once upon a time there lived three men bonded by darkness and pain. Each fighting a past that wants to drown them. All of them damaged and broken. None of them complete. Until her.

She's back. We were kids the last time I saw her, but my innocent crush from childhood is full-grown now. And it's not so innocent anymore. She's a breath of fresh air from the series of one-night stands since being drafted into the NHL. I've only got one shot with her, and I'm not taking it for granted. I may give her the passion she's been craving, but she's the intimacy I've waited for my whole life.

Being kidnapped at 12 years old by my stepfather means even the campground where I work and live is never truly safe from my anxiety. If it wasn’t for my dogs, I’d fall apart completely. But then Virgil comes into my life. The masked stalker slides into my room at night and takes what he pleases, making sure I enjoy every second of it. What starts as a fantasy soon becomes something inescapable for us both.

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It all started with a contract signed by him, then by me, while our families watched. While my father sat silent, a man defeated, giving his daughter to the Benedetti monsters. I obeyed. I played my part. I signed my name and gave away my life. I became their living, breathing trophy, a constant symbol of their power over us. That was five years ago. Then came the time for him to claim me. For Salvatore Benedetti to own me. I had vowed vengeance. I had learned hate. And yet, nothing could have prepared me for the man who now ruled my life.

My name is Hudson Newgate, but my teammates call me "New Guy". That was my nickname in Chicago, too. And Vancouver. That’s what happens when you keep getting traded. Brooklyn is my last chance, especially after my poor performance last season.

Wherever I am, I'm the biggest guy in the room. People don't just gawk when they see me. They keep their distance, which is fine by me. Why do you think I bought a fixer-upper in the country? I don't mind the manual labor, just like I don't mind the solitude. I've got my own business and projects, and no room for anything—or anyone—else. That is, until an angel shows up on my doorstep, clutching a month-old advert touting a room for rent in my house.

Ivan thought the world was through giving him second chances. Who'd want a rough ex-con with a savior complex and a bad habit of bringing home helpless strays? Everyone in Blackwood, Virginia, knew he wasn't good enough for the fine things in life; they knew he was too damaged to save. He just needed to keep his head down, work himself to the bone, and pretend he was content with the lot he was given. Until she came into his life.

I entertain naked people for a living. No, not that kind of entertainment. I own a nudist resort. I'm not a nudist, but Val Silva is. And he's a human supernova sleeping in the room next door. The man is tall, gorgeous, tattooed, and a shameless exhibitionist. As the Brazilian bad boy of the international football world, he's as famous for his sextape as for his talent on the field. Oh, did I mention he walks around naked all the time? A girl only has so much willpower. Maybe we can have a little fun...as long as his tabloid past doesn't mess with my quiet life.

I know a bad idea when I see one, and the unfairly handsome stranger I meet on the airport shuttle is a really bad idea. Especially when the silver fox turns out not to be a stranger at all, and steering clear isn't an option. This isn't a vacation. I'm in Bora Bora for my sister's wedding, to connect with my aggressively successful family members and focus on what matters most: getting into medical school. Judah Hale, with his broad shoulders and growly voice, is a distraction I can't afford.

Whit Lancaster burst into my life like a storm. Dark and thunderous, furious and fierce. Cold, heartless, and devastatingly beautiful, like the statues in our prep school gardens. The school with his family name on the sign. He can do no wrong here. This is his domain. He’s a menace on campus. Adored and feared. Hated and respected. His taunting words carve into my skin, shredding me to ribbons. Yet his intense gaze scorches my blood, fills me with a longing I don’t understand.

Have you ever felt such a pull to one person that you cannot control yourself around them? Just one mention of their name and a fire ignites deep within? Well I, Sloan Barton, had that connection... with my brother's best friend. You see, I was in love with Wesley King long before I ever knew what love was. Always tagging along, admiring him from afar. Until one day, he loved me back. Except I found out he wasn't mine first and because of that, I had no choice but to let him go.

For almost two years now, Kiera’s boyfriend, Denny, has been everything she’s ever wanted: loving, tender, and endlessly devoted to her. When they head off to a new city to start their lives together - Denny at his dream job and Kiera at a top-notch university - everything seems perfect. Then an unforeseen obligation forces the happy couple apart. Feeling lonely, confused, and in need of comfort, Kiera turns to an unexpected source - a local rock star named Kellan Kyle. At first, he’s purely a friend she can lean on, but as her loneliness grows, so does their relationship. And then one night everything changes....

Arrogant, dangerous, and unbelievably skilled with his tongue, Luka is a ruthless bratva boss who has a reputation for playing it fast and loose. And I've fallen right into his possessive hands. He might be exceedingly handsome and wealthy, but that doesn't forgive him for being a notorious criminal mastermind. Maybe I should've thought twice before crawling into bed with him. And perhaps it would've been wise to use protection instead of getting lost in his fierce gaze and perfect abs.

Maximo and I, we were definitely a fairy tale. Not the cleaned-up, sanitized ones where life’s problems are solved with a smile and a song. We were the old-school kind. A twisted tales packed with murder, violence, and tragic beginnings. Okay, so maybe we weren’t a traditional fairy tale. After all, Maximo was more villain than prince. He was scarily sexy. Devilishly charming. Controlling, possessive, and dangerous. Especially when it came to me. His little dove. And heaven help anyone who tried to free me from my gilded cage.

One game of poker can ruin your life. It's a lesson my older brother refused to learn. Now, it's too late. After he lost big and disappeared, his debt came knocking down my door. Now, I'm forced to bartend at a nightclub to pay for his sins—and the new owner's out to steal my soul. Gage Lawless might own me, but that doesn't mean he gets to keep me. My brother is assumed dead, but that won't stop me. I'm going to find out what happened to him, dead or alive. I'm making a list of the people responsible for his downfall—I want to see what color they bleed.

Welcome to the Camden Inn. Famous for their beautiful snowy mountains, the world's best peppermint hot chocolate . . . and oh yeah, being haunted.

On a dark, stormy night, a stranger stripped me bare in my own hotel room, spanked my ass red, and then pinned me to the bed and turned my most shameful fantasies into raw, filthy reality.

Master Adam has trust issues, Master Rick's new neighbor is a sweet, curvy tease, and Master Patrick...well, he needs to keep his hands off his best friend's little sister.

When your life falls apart and grief consumes you, what better way to forget than to take a winter mountaineering course in the Scottish Highlands? That was my thought when I booked myself on to it. Now I’m regretting ever signing up. Getting paired up with a grumpy stranger who thinks I’m a foolish amateur is only the tip of the iceberg. When an avalanche hits, we get separated from the group and have to find another way down the mountain.

Wanting a big change after a break up, Lucas Robinson leaves Australia to play for a newly established rugby team in Ireland. While he’s waiting for his new home to be built, he becomes temporary flatmates with Bridget O’Leary—his mate’s sister he was warned to stay away from.