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What's that saying? When life hands you lemons... What if I don't want to make lemonade? What if I want to pummel them into non-existence? Anything is better than admitting how desperately I want a taste of that sweet lemonade. That's exactly how I felt when my college assignment threw me in the direction of Miller Cain. My body screams for him while my brain warns me to run for the hills. He's the captain of the ice hockey team with a cocky reputation. He's a sweet talker and the bad boy promising me the ride of my life.

Men tremble at the sound of their names while women run, their lives flashing before their eyes. They’re the monsters under your bed, the boogeymen in your closet. Every living soul fears them. They’re relentless and they’re coming to play. They’re the sons of the most notorious mafia boss, the leader of the DeAngelis Family, and they’ve just set their twisted sights on me. They stalked me through my apartment, haunted my hallways, and crippled me with fear. They led me straight into their trap and captured me as though they had every right.

I'm addicted to my stalker. He watches me at night, sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder, getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction.

I’m sure if I hadn’t spilled beer all over him and gave a subtle suggestion of where he could shove his best friend’s package, perhaps we would have started out on a better note. How was I supposed to know that the dude was the captain of Bradford Private’s precious football team? I had just witnessed my boyfriend three inches deep inside some random girl. Surely you can't blame a girl for word vomit after such a traumatic experience.

He gave me everything I wanted, right down to the sparkly pearl necklace and the wild, crazy ride on his North Pole, but this sexy Santa has a dark secret. For years, he's been watching me while I sleep, and he knows how much I can take. I always thought Santa was about spreading joy at Christmas, but I couldn't have been more wrong. This filthy Santa prefers to spread something else, and as long as he's willing to give, I'm more than happy to take.

"Go live with Nate Ryder," they said. "Everything will be fine," they said. Are they nuts? Nate Ryder has been the bane of my existence for the past five years. He's made it his personal mission to make my life a living hell and now my parents expect me to go and live with the guy for the foreseeable future. No thanks. I'd rather gouge out my eyes with a toothpick than live with him and his little brother, Jesse. Only problem is, they have my parents wrapped around their little fingers, thinking they're the good little boys they pretend to be.

The DeAngelis brothers. Men tremble at the sound of their names while women run, their lives flashing before their eyes. They’re the monsters under your bed, the boogeymen in your closet. Every living soul fears them. They’re relentless, and they’re coming to play. They’re the sons of the most notorious mafia boss, the leader of the DeAngelis Family, and they’ve just set their twisted sights on me.

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.

Slade Cruz is the devil. He’s intimidating, sexy as sin, and unpredictably wild. His eyes draw me in while his vicious smirk screams at me to run and never look back. I’m a toy to him, a pawn to use in his devilish games. I’ve already suffered through hell and back and if it’s games he wants then it’s games he’ll get, but he should be warned, this time it’s my turn to play the lead. This time, I get to be the devil.

Moving in with a billionaire playboy is supposed to be some sort of Cinderella story, right? I’m supposed to be having the time of my life while living the dream. Wrong. When the bank took our home, it didn’t come as a surprise. The bomb was when mom told me we were moving out of Breakers Flats, away from my crew, and to a place that existed only in fairy tales - Bellevue Springs. Home of the insanely beautiful, rich, and famous.

What do you do when the killers come out to play? When it's hunt or be hunted? You sharpen your knives and prepare to get bloody because nobody does it better than a woman scorned with something to prove. Welcome to the 23rd annual serial killer war games, where the adrenaline runs high, the blood is fresh, and the revenge is best served cold.

I made the worst decision of my life when I left Denver three years ago. I broke his heart. I broke my family's hearts. And then I broke my own. It's taken three long years, but here I am, staring my past in the face. Only everything has changed. He isn't the boy I once knew. He's the Captain of the Denver Dragons. No longer a boy but a man—a man with a reputation made by his many achievements in the bedroom. I know I should stay away, but fate is written in the stars when it comes to Jaxon Payne.

Death is cruel. It’s unforgiving and brutal. It robbed me of the life I wanted to live and stole what little hope I had for the future. I was supposed to be something great. I was supposed to have it all. But a single bullet changed everything. There’s a war brewing, and this time, it’s personal. Luckily, a bitch like me doesn’t stay down for long.

Standing at the top of the DeAngelis empire isn’t as glamorous as it sounds. Sure, it comes with the kind of power one could only ever dream of, and having three men to lavish me with undeniable pleasure is the greatest perk of all. But where there’s power, there’s pain, and many rivals have died at my feet while learning that lesson.

Nate was supposed to be the reason I wake up in the morning, until he took that reason away. Now, I'm left feeling like an empty shell of the girl I used to be. He's going to come running back, and when he does I'm going to make him work for it. Thank God I have my girls and Jesse—without them I'd be lost. Oh, and I have Ashley Samuels and Phoenix Reilly keeping my mind busy. They better watch out because I've got nothing else to lose and revenge will be sweet.

Noah Ryan was my whole life. From start to end, it was always him. He taught me pain, patience, forgiveness, and the impact of the footprints I will leave in the sands of time. But most of all, he taught me what it meant to truly give my heart to another. It was short-lived and intense—a soul-shattering type of love—but it was mine, and I clung to it right until the end.

Nate Ryder has made it his mission to make my life a living hell and now my parents expect me to go and live with the guy for the foreseeable future. I'd rather gouge out my eyes with a toothpick than live with him and his little brother, Jesse. Nate Ryder is a bad boy through and through. He's the devil and he knows it. Now that devil is my roommate. This is going to be one bumpy ride.

Dynasty came roaring into my life, bringing four of the most incredibly delicious men I’ve ever laid my eyes on, but along with it came a life that I was never expecting. This world is filled with corruption. There are secrets and lies around every corner. My parents were murdered by the very men who vowed their loyalty, and now those same men are after me and will stop at nothing.

There’s nothing quite like the smell of a decaying body. Being trapped in a cell with it under the hot, desert sun … now, that’s just sick. One minute, I thought I had everything I needed in this dark world, and the next, I was a prisoner to Giovanni’s wicked plan. I don’t know how, but I will get myself out of here, even if it’s the last thing I do. Giovanni will not win this, and I won’t stop until my fingers are curled around his throat and my knife is sinking into his flesh.

I’m sure if I hadn’t spilled beer all over him and gave a subtle suggestion of where he could shove his best friend’s dick, perhaps we would have started out on a better note. How was I supposed to know that the dude was the captain of Bradford Private’s precious football team? I had just witnessed my boyfriend three inches deep inside some random girl. Surely you can't blame a girl for word vomit after such a traumatic experience.