Ronan: This world was never meant for me—a shadowed figure wandering, fueled by carnal desires until I am destined for hell. And I embrace it wholeheartedly. But then she came into the picture after my successful hunt at a local coffee shop. She offered me a simple act of kindness, and in that moment, I was consumed by her. My obsession with Everly knows no bounds, and there is no escape. Her fate is to become one with me, bound by darkness and consumed by our twisted desires.

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.

My life has been a series of bad decisions. Marrying an abusive man was the first... but falling for a dangerous inmate where I’m a nurse may be the worst. He’s brutal, heartless, and twisted. But he’s also the only one to notice the bruises on my skin. His forbidden touch becomes my addiction. His drugging kisses my obsession. After I learn the truth about why he’s in prison, I try to escape, but he finds me.

Stone was my best friend. My protector. My everything. Until he wasn’t. Kids like us didn’t have the best life, riddled with trauma, bounced around in a system that didn’t want us and couldn’t handle us. In our darkest hours, we had each other. Until we didn’t. We tried to hold on to what little we had. Maneuvering the rough waters of our circumstance. Until I couldn’t.

A masterpiece of unruly auburn curls, fiery eyes, and a spirit that can set the world ablaze. She is also the unfortunate driver I have to exploit to make my escape. I've been many things in my life—convict, murderer, psychopath. But the one thing I've never been is attached. She is supposed to be a means to an end. A less conspicuous way to travel. But amidst the chaos, we find a twisted serenity in each other's arms, making me want to keep her forever... if we can survive this.

I’ve been fascinated with Kayce James since the night we first met. My infatuation with her has only grown as we spent countless nights revealing our darkest secrets and deepest desires with each other. There is only one word to describe what I feel for her—OBSESSION. One small thing plagues our otherwise perfect relationship. Kayce only knows me as the masked man behind her computer screen.

November 12, 1944. This house holds on to souls for a lifetime. I thought I had given it to my husband when I vowed to love him until the end of time. I lied. Nothing could have prepared me for the day my phantom appeared outside my window. He was terrifying, yet hypnotizing, and I couldn’t deny my intrigue. I never intended to fall into a whirlwind romance with my stalker. Especially because he’s so much more than that. A criminal. A mobster. The man who offers me solace from the monster in Parsons Manor. There are many that haunt these halls, yet it’s only my husband I fear.

I planned to attend a fun yearly Halloween party with my boyfriend and best friend. I wore the costume that he asked me to wear. And when I ran into my boyfriend in the bathroom, he fucked me into oblivion. Only, it wasn’t him. It was my stalker. A man from my past determined to make me pay.

I've always been a tough North Shore girl. Fighting is in my blood, survival in my DNA. But two years ago, Caden King broke me, and he has proof of it. Now he wants to blackmail me into doing a job for him. The kind that puts my chance of escaping the North Shore at risk. The kind that means betraying my own crew.

In the once-quiet town of Willow Creek, my life was a steady beat, a rhythmic routine, until the carnival stormed in, a whirlwind of chaos and danger. Under the neon lights and haunting melodies, Cade's eyes found mine—piercing, intense, sending shivers through my soul. He was a dark storm, a looming shadow over my every move. Cade's obsession was relentless, his desire a madness that knew no bounds. Like a predator, he stalked me, every step a calculated move in his sinister dance.

He is the night's reckoning, the shadow that haunts my dreams. This year, he wants more than just my fear. Halloween is a celebration of the bizarre, the unexpected, the dark. And I've always had a twisted enjoyment that dances with the macabre. Things turn sinister when every guy I date ends up six feet under, courtesy of an obsessed stalker. Like a ravenous beast, the murderer hides in plain sight. His identity? None other than Nyx, my brother's best friend and my secret admirer.

She's become my obsession. I hate her for it. I took her for another reason. But now? Now I don't think I'll let her go.

I wasn’t sure what to expect when arriving in Salem. Forced to marry a man I’ve never met, attend a private university I’d never heard of, and the whispers of a rumored secret society filling the halls. This life would be near unbearable with my insufferable fiancé if it wasn’t for his uncle, his best friend, and his enemy. When none of them are willing to let me go, it sends us down a path I’m not sure any of us will survive. The life I was promised is distorted behind smoke and mirrors. The truth cloaked by Deceit.

Welcome to Georgian England, circa 1800. Alastair Thorne is a cad and a rake. Even his mother told him so. Pity for her that he cannot bring himself to care, for he relishes his life of debauchery and licentiousness, and is content thinking of no-one but himself. Except Alastair may have just messed with the wrong fair maiden, and his life is about to be cut violently short. That is until he comes face to face with the enigmatic stranger who's been watching him from afar.

It was dark, and in my defense, he was tall, muscled, and smelled like the most tempting sin. I couldn't resist, and the second he touched me, I knew I was never going to be the same. It was a night filled with the kind of intensity a woman could only ever dream of. Nothing could have tainted such perfectness. At least, that's what I thought. Because the delicious man I let rail me into oblivion isn't the perfect stranger I thought he was. No, he's anything but.

I never meant to lie to my parents about my job—I only wanted to make them proud. So when Dad asks me to return to New York to manage the renovation of a townhouse he owns, I can't say no, even though I'm in way over my head. But the real challenge comes in the form of Kyle, the gruff and ruggedly-handsome foreman, eighteen years my senior and my father's best friend. We clash on everything, except for the chemistry that sizzles between us—chemistry he stubbornly denies.

Three steamy age gap mafia instalove romances full of spice and feels.

I wake up chained to the bed of a stranger. He says I’m his wife. I have nothing—no money. No friends. No escape. He’s everything I never imagined: ruthless, calculating, feared. A beautiful monster with a face like a god’s, cold and untouchable. A mafia kingpin whose wealth could buy empires and whose power makes the world tremble. My captor. My husband.

After Evelyn’s father was brutally murdered with no justice, she takes it upon herself to take down those responsible. Just shy of her 18th birthday, she is recruited for a special ops team, where she is given the resources she needs to take down the monster who killed her father. With her trusted team of Badger, Arrow, Buddha , Zombie and Chief, who have all been affected by Ricci Enterprises, work together to find, to hunt down, and eliminate the Butcher. What she wasn’t expecting?

Obsession was a five-letter word. Ten years in the making. And her name was Emily. But the real question was who was I? When my pretty little pet leaned forward, offered me a view of her cleavage, and tried to make a deal, I said why the hell not? Five days. Thirty minutes. She could ask me anything to her heart’s content. Anything but my name. She had to figure that one out on her own.

This is what I have been training for. Finding my mate after months of practicing the art of wooing the human who is scientifically best suited for me. I am too old to feel this nervous about meeting her in person for the first time, but that won't stop me. Now when she wakes up, I just have to convince her we are meant to be. Will she still accept me after taking her away from Earth?

How do you find your fated mate when you were born in the ocean's depths and have spent most of your life in a salt water tank? Well, I gave mine a very special toy. It's an exact replica of a big part of me, tendrils and all. Her reaction? It's a little too soon to say. She's opening the package now, miles away from me. But I can feel her hands wrap around it, the pulse in each of her fingertips as she begins to explore its length and girth. Along her thighs…against her panties… Now, it’s finally time—for me to go. And her to come.

In retrospect, it might not have been the wisest idea to hand in my V-card to a hot librarian I picked up at my mother's cocktail party. In my defense, the man has a French accent, gray hair, and knows a lot about books. I was probably naïve to expect a call after that, but when he didn't, it hurt to accept he didn't feel that same connection I did. If that isn't a sign you need to make a change, I don't know what is. Too bad the change I get is six months in a remote French chateau, working as a nanny to an adorable little girl—who happens to be the daughter of the single dad I had sex with.

Creating our fantasy jars filled with love notes of our secret desires was a way to revive the monotonous routine that had become our marriage. But pulling that little piece of paper with my husband's most desired secret was a shock I wasn’t prepared for.

They say I'm jealous. Possessive. Obsessed. I say I know what I want, and I want her. She'll be my submissive. My property. I'll teach her what it means to submit. I'll show her what it means to obey. So I hire her for a job. To be my accomplice. We'll pull off the biggest heist known to Corsica. They say money doesn't buy love… But it can buy her.

Look, I’m not going to lie and tell you life is all roses and champagne. Although as a high-end escort, I do get a lot of those. Do you know what else I get? Dubious clients, stalkers, some really uncomfortable positions (and I mean that literally), not to mention the exhausting amount of lies I have to tell on a daily basis. Thing is, beneath this whole veneer I’ve created, lives an everyday, almost pushing thirty, independent woman who wouldn’t mind settling down with someone who can handle her.

From the author of Tell Me Goodnight and Warrior Blue comes an emotional romance about a writer and the bartender she befriends after finding out she's unexpectedly pregnant. Two little, pink lines should have been a good thing, but for Kendall Wright, it felt like the end of the world. Especially when her career as a successful romance novelist had only just begun to take off. But with the acceptance of her flaky boyfriend, and the help of a friendly bartender, she begins to see how those two little, pink lines could actually be a blessing.

God, how could you lead me into this temptation? This obsession will be the death of me. She’s been my undoing since the day I laid eyes on that picture—those sad eyes, that forced smile. They drew me in like a moth to a flame. But I’m here to purge this town of evil, to rid it of the Church of Eden and its devil: the Prophet. Victor Morales. Her father.

This collection contains The Marriage Diaries, Book 1, The Invitation, Book 2, and The Capture, Book 3.

Salem and Skye are two freshman roommates at Kildale Academy, when a fire destroys their dorm room. Left with no other options, they are forced to move into the only rooms available—which just happens to be at the fraternity known as Hell House. Little do they know their new housemates have been possessed by the Seven Deadly Sins, and they're in the mood for something downright sinful.