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She's the light to my shadow. She's everything I want. Everything I need. There's no way I'm letting her walk out on what we have. I'll do anything - kill anyone - to save her from the trouble bearing down on her. Six is mine. And I protect what's mine.

Raphael Santos. A criminal. The devil. The man was definitely suave and charismatic. The way he looked at me made me shiver, but his eyes rattled something deep inside me. I hated him with every fiber of my being. His family destroyed mine. His father started a chain reaction that could never be undone. The Santos family ruled the underworld of Florida. They were powerful, vicious, and ruthless. Mine had once ruled D.C. He may have secrets, but I have secrets of my own. An innocent boy who I’ll protect with my dying breath. My son.

From BookTok sensation J. T. Geissinger comes Carnal Urges, a sexy-as-sin dark romance about a powerful mafia king who kidnaps the one woman who threatens to bring him to his knees. Carnal (adjective): 1) Relating to the pleasures of the body 2) Given to sensual indulgence 3) The man who...

When an early snow ravages the small town of Plainfield, the residents are stripped of heat, power, and mobility. They'll soon wish they had protection. Somewhere outside, something else is lurking. Waiting for the chance to strike...

The Maxine Hotel was supposed to be mine. I invested my meager savings into the upkeep. I slept in a freezing-cold attic like Cinderella, but with way more wine. Then Mike Svensson swaggers in with his billions and his bad attitude, steals the hotel from me, and starts bossing me around like he owns the place. My boss is going down. But he’s harder to get rid of than I thought. Snack-addicted raccoons, angry squatters, and ghosts - nothing seems to faze him. It’s time to bring out the big guns - I have two of them strapped to my chest!

Gabriel: I am the crown prince of Villroy, heir to a kingdom, bound by duty to marry and produce an heir. I expected a quiet arrangement through royal channels, instead I got a palace full of women vying for my hand. This undignified circus is beneath a man of my stature! Proof being that a saucy, ill-mannered woman wearing body-hugging clothes is in the lead. Anna: The plan sounded simple: Pose as my friend, pick up her inheritance, and return with the cash to keep her out of jail. Suddenly I'm in a battle royale with a bunch of crazy competitive women for riches beyond our dreams.

Henry Delany inherited his father’s muscular frame and his mother’s penchant for the law. Working for GHOST gives him the opportunity to use both while doing what he loves—protecting the lives of others. Determined to bring tranquility and harmony to Glen Hollow, the small-town he now calls home, he has agreed to work with a closed-off, government liaison in an effort to broker a peace deal. But Protecting Everleigh just might be Henry’s most challenging mission to date. Everleigh Hayes was raised to be a negotiator, and Glen Hollow, Kentucky is a small town in need of a truce.

Eve had one job: kill Adam. But when her mark for the night turns out to be a gift-wrapped omega, Eve can’t resist delaying the job and enjoying the opportunity before her. One bite is all it takes. That’s what Adam is counting on. One bite, and he might live till morning. Success is complicated, and on the run for their lives, Eve and Adam need the one thing neither of them wants: a pack. Can three good men tame the killer and the con artist? Not if this bad alpha can help it.

When the woman he loves is taken, Forest "Trees" Scott abandons a mission to save her from the enemy. Fearing the worst, he moves heaven and earth to find her—until he realizes Laila Torres left him of her own free will for the man who used her for six years. He's stunned and wrecked. She played him—and he fell for it. One thing he's not doing? Giving up. He'll find her and he'll make her pay . . . in his bed.

Deep Del Toro, an Iniquus special operative on the Strike Force Team, listened to the radio as the announcer gave details of Lacey Stuart's upcoming press conference. He had watched video of her fighting off the FBI agent and escaping from a murder scene the night before, and now she was turning herself over to the police. What Deep's practiced eye saw in the video was a highly choreographed crime. But somehow Lacey had thwarted the professionals' plans. She was in imminent danger.

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.

They tricked me into a dark and unholy union. Three bastards in witch hats, leather pants, and iron masks. These supernatural stalkers have claimed me for their coven. They won't go away. These assholes will. not. leave. All because I fell for an urban legend: touch the Witch's Tree on a moonless night and discover magic. Wholesome magic like: kinky rituals, blood sacrifice, and jizz potions. Oh, and a forest god who eats people—while they're still alive and screaming. Send help, and I'll send cupcakes.

I should’ve hugged her more. I should’ve loved her more. But the truth is, I couldn’t. Even after we were free, I couldn’t love them like that. Because I could never shake the feeling that each time they walked away from me, it would be the last time I saw them.

Poppy is nothing special. She was making ends meet and trying to enjoy life. But a strange necklace caught her eye at the thrift store. Now, three gorgeous men have stumbled into her life, and she's torn between being terrified and excited. That is, until they tell her she is the future queen of the Underworld. Not only that, but she needs to bond with her hellhounds - the three heads of Cerberus - and protect the Underworld from a goddess who wants it for herself.

They’re drawn into a world of seductive sin…Savannah Gallo sacrificed herself to save her lover and is now imprisoned inside an opulent mansion belonging to a rival crime family. Despite the confining walls, her spirit remains unbroken. She’s nothing if not resilient, and she’s determined to use every ounce of her strength and cunning to outwit her captor.

Dark days filled with pain are still present in Paige's life. If it wasn't for her men, she would have given up a while ago. Even with the looming visit to the council, who she's sure want to see her destroyed, she can easily take them on because she has her guys at her side. And as long as they aren't harmed, then she won't have to kill anyone. For now.

Greyson Stone is the president of the Stone Kings MC, and he's seriously bad news. He's big and bad, dripping with menace, and covered in tattoos. He has the kind of dominant swagger that should make me want to run away.... Instead, it makes me fantasize about him. Even though I know he's a thug. Even though men like him caused the violence that ended my father's life.... One rough, demanding night with Greyson, and I don't know how to walk away. Even when life depends on it....

Our lands are fractured. They have been split into three since before my birth, but they were not always this way. Once, we prospered, magic filling our lands before it was locked away with them: the monsters. Now we suffer and starve even as our king grows stronger and richer. Then my sister is called upon to make the ultimate sacrifice. Unable to lose the one person I love, I take her place willingly, protecting her the only way I can.

My days as MC president are numbered. From the outside, the Ironwood Lords of Carnage are involved in a full-on war. It's an existential threat to the club. On the inside, there's another kind of war ravaging me. It's only a matter of time until it takes me out. It's a race against the clock. And the clock will win.

Nolan Clark is the last man standing. While he is happy his teammates have found love, he's even happier to be single. But fate is a funny thing. When a one-night stand turns into a friends with benefits agreement, he starts to question why he's holding the beautiful Reagan at arm's length. Nolan Clark should've been off-limits. He's my closest friend's teammate and a man that I'm not prepared for. I lied and told him I understood he'd never offer me a white picket fence and jumped straight into bed when he offered me the only thing he could...sex.