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Ribbons are fascinating. They curl and twine, yet unravel so beautifully. Especially when wrapped around a woman’s sensual form. Alas, I’ve woven so many intricate knots around Camillia De la Croix that I worry she’ll never allow me the privilege of untying her. My pretty little captive is stubborn. Powerful. So delectably perfect. I’ve wanted her for many moons now. To taste her. Captivate her. Dress her in ribbons and devour her. But just as I’m about to make my move, to finally show her who I really am, she’s taken from my grasp to a place I thought long destroyed.

She thought she could charm her way out of trouble. But her professor is about to teach her a whole new kind of lesson When spoiled heiress Suzy Galsworthy is caught cheating, she assumes a flutter of lashes and her father’s money will smooth things over—just like always. But Professor Caroline Merton isn’t like anyone Suzy’s ever met. Cool, sharp, and utterly in control, Merton offers her a chance to avoid expulsion… and Suzy finds herself bending over more than just her books. As punishment turns to pleasure and defiance melts into desire, Suzy’s world tilts. She swore she ...

My parents made a deal with the devil, and now I’m a Hell Fae captive. Enslaved. Owned. Thrown to the Hellhounds and expected to survive. Because only survivors earn their mates. It doesn’t matter that I don’t want to be a bride. I’m a Halfling. Part Hell Fae and part girl-who-doesn’t-give-a-shit. But because of a bargain, he owns me. Lucifer. The Hell Fae King who created this godforsaken realm. Also known as the orchestrator of these deadly bride-trial games.

My one piece of advice: Never kiss a stranger. See, I kind of kissed this sexy man at the bar on a dare once, and it turns out he’s a Royal Fae destined to be my mate. Now I’ve been dragged to the Elemental Fae Academy to control the powers I unlocked that night.

“Mate me or die. Your choice.” The words weren’t meant for me, but I felt them resonating in my very soul. What would I choose? Death. Of course, I would just burn to ash and wake up again with the same damn problem swirling around in my heart and mind. My inner beast thinks it has imprinted on a Halfling Hell Fae. Without my permission.

“Why am I naked and tied to a chair?” Because you’re in Hell, little rebel. My hell. Camillia De la Croix isn’t human. She’s a Halfling Hell Fae with a fiery spirit and a will that refuses to break. The rebellious beauty escaped my dungeon. Fled Hell. Then f--ked off to Fae only knows where. Now I’m paying the price of her little jaunt around the fae realms. Because her antics earned us both the wrath of the Hell Fae King. He blames me for allowing her to escape.

My one piece of advice: Never kiss a stranger. See, I kind of kissed this sexy man at the bar on a dare once, and it turns out he’s a Royal Fae destined to be my mate. Now I’ve been dragged to the Elemental Fae Academy to control the powers I unlocked that night. So kissing? Yeah, that won’t happen again. Nope.

After years of adoration and love—and lots of intimacy—my guys have a special holiday request. A little fae baby. Like a fool, I agree, but there’s no way I can choose who gets to be the father. So, my guys have come up with a solution. A series of trials will determine who’ll do the deed; namely, one in the bedroom that has me questioning if my lady parts are really up for this. Right now? Yeah, I can’t feel my legs.

Trapped in a world of sin and sexy alpha angels. Forever defined by my black wings. My father, King of the Nora, sent me to Noir Reformatory to atone for crimes I didn't commit. So, what's a girl to do? Escape, obviously. Except I need allies to accomplish that feat, and no one wants anything to do with King Sefid's daughter. If anything, my claim to the throne has only made running that much harder, and worse, I'm stuck with two hot angels standing in my way.

Layla is my crown, my purpose, the sheer essence of life. She’s the key. The key to unlocking the darkness in my soul. There is no reform. No restitution. Only retaliation and fear. I’ll decorate my throne with the broken wings of my enemies. Their blood will run like a river, a red carpet at my feet. The games have just begun. The players have been cast. And in this world of darkness and sin, all will bow to their king.

Royal Coronations. Finals. A Solstice Ball. And a mother hellbent on ruining the fae world. Just another ordinary day for me, Claire Summers, the halfling fae with access to all five elements. Everyone is counting on me, even my esteemed mentor, Elana. Because I’m the only one with enough power to take my mother down. But what if it’s all a lie? What if the bad guy I’ve been chasing all along is the one standing right by my side? I’m in for the fight of my life with five fae protectors and an ally I never saw coming.

"Happy birthday, Raven. Welcome to Noir Reformatory." Not what every girl wants to hear on her 18th birthday, but I accepted my fate long ago. I was born with black wings, earning me a permanent jail sentence from day one. A noir angel for life. That's fine. I'll own this prison just like I did back home. Even if it's ruled by two hot kings.

The Royal Water Fae I’m in love with just hired me to be his intern. Oh. My. Fae. I only applied for the job because of a dare, and now I’m packing my bags for the North Pole. No big deal. I can totally be professional. I haven’t seen him since the Academy anyway. Maybe he’s gotten fat from all the Winter Fae sweets Except, no. Kalt hasn’t gotten fat at all. He’s still perfectly chiseled and even more gorgeous than I remember. And worse? He has two equally hot friends. A royal elf named Lark. And a sexy-as-sin selkie named Norden.

🔥 He came to check her fireplace. She ended up flat on her back 🔥 Sophie Lennox didn’t plan on being seduced by a cocky small-town fireman. But when her cabin fills with smoke and he shows up with forearms like sin and a smirk that should be illegal, the temperature skyrockets—and it’s not because of the fireplace. Ethan Cole is all slow drawl and dirty hands, the kind of man who doesn’t ask twice. One touch and Sophie’s melting faster than the ice queen she pretends to be. He makes her moan. He makes her burn. And every lesson he gives her has her crawling back for more. ...

She was hired to look after his little girl. She didn’t expect to end up on her knees for him Ethan Hale is rich, ruthless, and used to getting exactly what he wants. Amelia Clarke was supposed to be just the nanny—sweet, quiet, and utterly off-limits. But one stolen look turns into lingering touches, late nights, and filthy promises whispered against her skin. She thought she could keep her distance. He thought he could keep control. But once he’s had a taste of her, he won’t stop until she’s his—completely. 🔥 A filthy, forbidden billionaire-nanny romance for readers who ...

Someone wants me dead. Worse yet, my link to Spirit is dying. Why? Because Exos has been taken by a new enemy. Now I have to rely on my other elements to find my missing link before it’s too late. Oh, and I need a guard to protect me while I learn how to defend myself. No big deal. Master the elements, find my lost Spirit, and identify the bad guy. I’d better solve this puzzle quickly before my heart starts making choices on my behalf. Because all these fae are beautiful, cunning, and perfect in their own ways.

So, I have a third mate. No big deal. Except Auric punched my royal—descended from gods—betrothed right in the face. Novak has murder in his eyes, more so than usual. And my body is screaming at me to take all three males and teach them who’s in charge here. Because I believe the truth now. I’m a Noir royal descended from the gods themselves and destined to fix the history my fake-father forged: the one where black-winged angels were the result of sin and scandal instead of the truth.

Her attic roof wasn’t the only thing wide open Charlotte Pembroke lives by the rules. Wealthy, polished, and locked in a cold marriage, she never strays. Until Gus Baker walks through her front door with a toolbox and a wicked grin. He’s younger. Rougher. And absolutely off-limits. But one spark turns into a wildfire, and soon the uptight lady of the house is breaking all her own rules—on the counter, in the hallway, and anywhere Gus can get his hands on her. What starts as heat becomes something more dangerous. Because Gus doesn’t just want her body—he wants her. And he doesn’t...

He’s her boss. Cold, commanding, and utterly off-limits. So why can’t she stop breaking all the rules for him? Ava Ward thought she could outwork everyone at Carrington & Co. Late nights. Perfect spreadsheets. Zero distractions. But Dominic Carrington isn’t just her billionaire boss—he’s the kind of man who notices everything. The way her skirt clings to her thighs. The way her breath catches when he leans in too close. He warned her the office would chew her up if she let it. He didn’t warn her about him. Now Ava’s caught in his web, and she can’t decide if she’s fighting...

She came to lose weight. He’s here to make her lose control Tricia hired Jack to help her lose weight and get in shape, but she quickly finds herself craving much more. His body is solid muscle, his hands rough and skilled, and the way he looks at her—like he wants to devour her—drives her insane. Every training session turns into a battle of wills, and the chemistry between them is impossible to ignore. His touch makes her pulse race, and before long, she’s aching for more than just a workout. Jack doesn’t just want her to sweat—he wants to see her break. His hands are ...