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They say romance died when society collapsed. They were right. It's brutal out here. My last date had no teeth. He took me to the Great Tire Fire and roasted a rat on a stick. I was convinced I was going to die alone at the tender old age of 22 until I saw Max. He was wearing a freaking skull on his head. It was terror at first sight. But like bacteria on wet socks, Max will grow on you. And this obsessive alpha might just give me the best happy ending you can get in this nightmarish hellscape.

This vacation sucks. How can an all-expenses paid vacation on the stunning island of Maui suck? Easy. Try going with my crazy co-workers. You’d hate it too. But that all changes when we show up for our helicopter tour. The hot dominant pilot takes one look at me and gets over the top obsessed. It doesn’t take long before I’m kidnapped. Stolen away in a helicopter that’s heading to a secluded part of the island where there’s no escaping. Not that I’d want to… This vacation from my vacation is just what I needed. And Jack Caine is just who I want. This high-flying alpha will ...

I watch him from the beach everyday. Bodhi Slater cuts through the giant Hawaiian waves like he was born to surf. He’s gorgeous. That shaggy hair. Those dark eyes. Mmmmmm…. And his shredded tattooed body is pure perfection. Every twist on his surfboard shows off a new ab muscle that I didn’t even know existed. I thought I was too large for him, but one look at me and this rich billionaire surfer becomes obsessed. Who knew that Bodhi Slater likes his girls with curves? He’s a possessive alpha who owns the island and gets whatever he wants. But what happens when all he wants is me? ...

“Time to bet,” he says as they start unbuttoning their shirts. I’m stuck in Vegas after my brother’s wedding. It’s just one night by myself. I was planning to lay low until I wandered into a Casino and they spotted me. Jack and Jax. Real estate billionaires from New York who share everything. These possessive alpha males take what they want and right now they look like they want to take me. Vegas is meant for gambling, but I never thought I’d be gambling with my heart. Should I go all-in with a pair of Jacks? This time OTT brings you TWO Over-The-Top alpha males who take one ...

For one hundred and fifty years, I’ve been a Grim Reaper. Wandering the earth and rendering souls for the Soul Collector. People die, their souls must be gathered. Millions of souls. I did it without fail. Until I saw her. The demon of the underworld is not getting this one. Her sweet soul is mine. I keep her for myself. It causes a bit of a stir. The underworld is in a tizzy. Reapers come out of the woodwork to take me down. Not to mention the big bad Soul Collector. He’s a little pissed. So, I make a deal. If this human female can fall in love with me, I get to keep her. If not… I ...

It's been eight years since I've been stranded on this desert island. Eight long years of eating the same food, walking along the same beach, staring at the same trees all day long. But everything changes when a young, beautiful girl washes up on my shore. Her plane crashed in the ocean. She's stranded on the island now. This is my island and that means she belongs to me. I'll never be bored again. Not with those delicious curves and that pretty face. This desert island just got a whole lot more interesting. With her here, it just became a paradise.

Por fin fui a hacerme un tatuaje. Se suponía que sería un hermoso lirio blanco, pero el grandullón y gruñón tatuador tenía otra cosa en mente. Solo que no me lo dijo, maldita sea, antes de empezar. Cuando llega el momento de la gran revelación, no veo una bonita flor. Veo su nombre. Tatuado en la parte posterior de mi hombro. Dice que soy suya. Que soy su compañera. Mis amigos le dicen que se vaya al infierno. Que lo vamos a demandar. Pero a esta bestia malhumorada no le afecta. No le importa en absoluto. Sigue diciendo que me ha marcado, así que ahora le pertenezco. Lo peor es que...

Crashed on a desert island. Marooned with no hope of escape. It should be hell. But it’s not. It’s paradise. Because she’s stuck here with me. I washed up on shore and the girl of my dreams was waiting for me in a grass skirt and not much else. One look and she’s already mine. This island has everything I need. A breathtaking beach, a gorgeous lagoon, and Wendy. What more could I ask for? What more could I want? This place is an Eden. A utopia. Just the two of us entertaining ourselves with no one around for miles. You can keep the civilized world for all I care. I’m happy here ...

There's no one more off-limits to me and the Heartlands crew than the Sheriff's daughter. But once I see her, I know there's nothing I won't do to make her mine. And I know there's nothing the Sheriff won't do to stop me. Everyone has always seen me as an outlaw. A criminal. A thief. But she doesn't. She sees the big heart under my tough exterior. She sees the man I could be. I want to be that man for her, but it's hard when the beasts of my past come knocking, blood debts need to be paid, and her father wants my head on a pike. Hopefully, love is stronger than bullets.

It was only supposed to be one night. A thousand dollars to pretend to be Nolan Cline’s girlfriend. How could I say no to that? I was probably the only virgin escort on the planet, but Mr. Cline didn’t have to know about my lack of experience for the job. All I had to do was hang onto his arm, smile, and look presentable to the rich CEO billionaire’s friends and coworkers. It was all great until I saw the possessive and territorial look in Nolan’s eyes when he first spotted me in my red dress… Then, I knew that there wouldn’t be any pretending between us. It started in the limo...

I’ve always been known as a cold calculating killer. Feared by everyone who crossed my path. With good reason. There’s been a lot of blood over the years and not a lot of love. But when I see her… everything changes. Her warm smile thaws my cold heart. Her soothing touch calms my rage. My killing days are over. At least, I think they are… Until my girl needs my protection from the cruel men in her past. I become more ruthless and bloodthirsty than ever. And all the killing… All the blood… This time, it’s all for her. The alpha males of Heartlands Motorcycle Club are the most ...

Stella The Ride or Die Bar isn’t much, but it’s the place I made my home. And the Heartlands Motorcycle Club is my family. It’s just another night at work until my home gets broken into. My family gets destroyed. It’s The Outlaws. They hit us hard. They take everything. But family bonds are strong and the Heartlands aren’t about to let this attack by a rival MC club go unpunished. That’s when they call in the reinforcements… When I first see Jaxon step off his chrome dragon, I know things will never be the same around here. He’s reckless. He’s impulsive. He’s ...

My father blew up my life. Shattered it. Destroyed it. Kicked it in the balls. He caused a worldwide scandal for my family and now there’s nowhere safe for me to go. So, I flee New York City and hide in Bridgeworth Pines. It’s a small town in the middle of Connecticut. I’m living with my crazy aunt while struggling with my new job at the local bakery. It’s going great, thanks. But it gets much better when my boss’s son Malcolm walks in. He’s turning everything around. Including me. Twisting and bending me over the counter in more positions than I can count. The ovens aren’t ...

We were supposed to go to the Cheesecake Factory. I had my heart set on an Oreo Dream Extreme Cheesecake. I should have known better when going out with my delinquent cousin. Instead of the Cheesecake Factory, she takes me to an abandoned factory. There’s an illegal street race going on outside and she drags me into the middle of it. It’s not my scene. At all. So, I’m as shocked as my cousin when they choose me to drop the flag. I’m terrified standing in the headlights while several rumbling engines wait for me to start the race. I yank the flag down and all the cars whizz by. ...

I was hired to paint a nude portrait, but my boss has specific tastes. She wants a certain kind of model. A magnum model if you know what I mean. When Cole Hunt walks into my studio and drops his robe... I realize I’m going to need a bigger canvas. And more paint. With those dark possessive eyes staring at me for the next couple of weeks, I’m going to need all the professionalism I can muster. Because my magnum model looks like he has more on his mind then just standing there politely… How many strokes will it take for this work of art? Mila will have both her hands full with this ...

I hate Valentine’s Day. I know that sounds cliché. What millions of single women say to get through the tough day with a little dignity, but they don’t really hate it. They hate that they’re single. They don’t hate the actual day. Well, I do. I hate it, hate it, freaking wish it would die a slow painful death hate it. I hate it the way turkeys hate Thanksgiving, the way Santa’s elves hate Christmas, the way bartenders hate Saint Patrick’s Day. You see, my family owns a flower shop. So, Valentine’s Day has always been hell. But once I catch sight of Mr. London during a ...

It was all a big misunderstanding. I swear. I know most people in prison say the same thing, but in my case, it’s true. The gun wasn’t mine. The drugs weren’t mine. But luckily, the hot domineering lawyer is all mine. Mr. Liam Garret. He’s come to save me. He’s going to make all my problems go away. Because there’s no one as persuasive as Mr. Garret. Believe me, I know. After only a few minutes of being in the same room as him, he persuaded me to… Actually, I’m going to plead the fifth on that one. My lawyer is advising me to remain silent. So, I’ll remain silent for him. ...

He thinks I’m his. He thinks I was made for him. Made to please him. Made to follow his orders. I gulp as he towers over me. I think he’s right. A whole lot happened at my first concert. I snuck backstage. Met the band. But when the lead singer made some unwanted moves, his rough and mean bodyguard stepped in and decided to protect me instead. Now I have a huge obsessive alpha male throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me up to the top of the jumbotron where we can finally be alone. Just me, him, and twenty thousand people below us as he claims what he keeps saying is his. I ...

The town of Cherry Falls is a lot of things, but exciting is not one of them. Which makes my job as a reporter for the town paper really freaking hard. The front page of the last issue featured a story about a raccoon who looked like Samuel L. Jackson. Not exactly thrilling. But when I’m forced to cover the new albino calf on the Cherry Blossom Ranch… I find out the meaning of thrilling. And it’s not the baby cow. It’s the rough, wild-looking rancher, Butch Steele. Every hair on my body stands straight up when I see the possessive way he’s staring at me with those fierce dark eyes...