RS McKenzie

Finding out my girlfriend has been cheating on me for months makes me do something crazy: kiss my rival to make her jealous. I wasn't supposed to like kissing Kerian Slade. He's a psycho who demands things of me…things I shouldn't want.

I've been stuck in a bad situation for most of my life with no escape in sight. I work all day only to come home and face derision and abuse from my stepfather and stepbrothers. Wash, rinse, repeat.

My life has become a nightmare. A stalker intent on having me permeates my waking moments. Gifts and threatening messages greet me at every turn. Every cam session is filled with the fear of them watching me in my most intimate moments.

I knew from the moment I met him, one night would never be enough. He was the Daddy of my dreams—equal parts sweet and stern, 100% hot as hell. The intensity when we came together was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

All my life, I've only known pain, fear, and anger. I'm alone. Except for the voice in my head. It tells me to act on some of my most diabolical thoughts. I can't listen, I can't carry out the acts, even if I've never wanted anything so much in my life.

As a monster smut romance author, my life is writing about creatures that only exist in my imagination ravaging humans and making them fall in love with them. It's a fantasy of mine to be ravaged by a monster, but they're not real.

I've been in love with Zeke for years. He's my best friend—the man of my dreams—but I'm afraid to confess my feelings. What's more, if I'm with Zeke, I could lose everything I've worked for.

After finishing my weekly food run, I'm approached by a hot-as-sin guy in the parking lot with a broken-down truck. I help him out and think he's on his way until he shoves a gun into my back.

As the president of the Devil's Mayhem MC, I make the hard decisions so my men don't have to. They're my family, but I have to keep myself separate from them. After I failed my own family, I can't risk failing them too.

After the death of our parents, I was taken in by my brother, who has been taking care of me more out of obligation than love. When he doesn’t come home from a job—if burglary can be considered a job—I discover he’s been taken by a beast of a man with soulless eyes....

As a psychiatrist, I expect to encounter psycho- and sociopathic patients. I never have the urge to kill them. Until one patient triggers a need inside me. I expect the kill to be easy, just like the others.

Pretending to be like everyone else is exhausting, but I've mastered it. No one knows what really lurks behind the mask I wear every day. I'm not like others. I don't experience emotions like they do. I have no need for human connection, but when I see Tyshawn, that changes.