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After my husband left, all I wanted was to find myself again. Turns out that's a lot easier said than done when my chronic pain has me canceling plans and everything I try reminds me of my inadequacies. Things only get worse when my attempt at exploring submission is a total disaster. But hope comes in the form of my stoic, stunning vampire friend, Blair. She offers to teach me, giving me a space to safely explore a side of myself I've kept locked away. It's meant to be platonic. Just one friend helping another. So then why can't I stop imagining what it would be like to take things further?

I never wanted to go back home. Hallow Ranch was my own personal hell, and I was lucky to escape in one piece. My brother's betrayal was the last straw, but he doesn't know the real reason I left. For the last decade, I've focused on one thing: bull riding. Until her. She was a stranger, but she was scared and in need of saving. Now, she's become my obsession, and her past is even darker than mine. My brother is calling me home, and I have no choice. Because Harmony is the key to taking down Tim Moonie and saving Hallow Ranch.

I have one simple rule: no boyfriends until graduation. I'm too close to my goal of landing a full ride to college to get distracted now. Besides, I blend in better at the skate park than I do in the hallowed halls of Savage Academy, a boarding school for the rich and overprivileged, so staying away from guys hasn't been a problem. Until him.

Savannah is beautiful. Brilliant. Brighter than a ray of sunshine. She's also way too young for me and practically family. But she's in trouble. When she witnesses a murder at the hands of a rival mafia, Savannah flees to the only safe refuge she knows—my family. My life is ordered. Careful. Disciplined. But when Savannah needs protection, I can't turn her away.

He's destined for the White House and engaged to be married next month. Except he just married me instead. While drunk in Vegas. Bradford Black. He's powerful. Rich as sin. And he's now my husband. His fiancée hates me. His political advisors want me gone. The world can't get enough of me and the scandal we've caused. I want to run. I want to hide. I want to pretend none of this is happening. But, oh God. My husband doesn't care about the scandal because all he cares about is me. He's possessive, grumpy, and determined for us to stay married.

Billionaire CEO Ben “The Stone-Man” Stone never cracks a smile, fires people on the spot, and won’t let anyone work on the same floor as him. Until he meets Ashley, an intoxicating young human from Marketing. Her scent drives him wild, igniting a hunger so deep he can’t resist hiring her to be his assistant.

His eyes stick to me, burning my skin as I twirl across the stage. My legs ache with exhaustion, and my head spins, but his hunger pushes me to excellence. His voice echoes in my mind with each step, reminding me that my best isn't enough anymore. This Christmas, he's the only thing between me and rock bottom.

I'm having a hard time. And no, that's sadly not an innuendo. Depression is slipping back into my life like a toxic ex, and I know I need to do something before it consumes me. So when I run into the man of my dreams on my first attempt to get out of the house, it feels like fate.

After getting royally screwed over by one too many online dates, it's perfect. I'm done with relationships. The night I run into Easton, my ex's best friend, and then Vincent, everything changes. They offer everything I want and more. I sign on the dotted line and am thrown into a world of spankings, restraints, and demands for my submission by Easton, the one I shouldn't want, and Vincent, the man who likes when I call him daddy. I'm completely at their mercy. They command my body, but my heart follows their demands for trust, too.

They say I'm jealous. Possessive. Obsessed. I say I know what I want, and I want her. She'll be my submissive. My property. I'll teach her what it means to submit. I'll show her what it means to obey. So I hire her for a job. To be my accomplice. We'll pull off the biggest heist known to Corsica. They say money doesn't buy love… But it can buy her.

Some people are born under a lucky star. Caleb is not one of them. Dragon shifter Caleb's only hope of breaking his family's devastating bad luck curse is an ancient, badly burned parchment. What he hadn't counted on finding in his search was a beautiful, determined woman… who just happened to be his fated mate. And who has just busted him for committing what might technically be considered trespassing.

I am sex. I have built my image, client by client. I call myself successful because they call me mistress. It doesn't matter who I am involved with. My arrangements always start with a contract. No exceptions. Until them. The sweet couple walked into my class and shook everything up. Luke wants to be dominated. His wife, Camila wants to dominate. Who am I to say no to a couple who is eager to learn? Except contracts aren't made to protect feelings, especially the ones I never saw coming. They have what I want—what I've been missing. But I'm what they want. Can I let them in?

Rhys Astor, the guy with a deadly smirk and devil-may-care attitude, is the sole witness to one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. But even worse, now he's suddenly intrigued by me, which is confusing because until now, he couldn't be bothered to remember my name. Dorothy, Donatella, Danielle… no, it's Delilah, you unhinged prat. I don't want his attention. If I had my way, we'd go on avoiding each other for the rest of our lives, but again, the universe is conspiring against me. Rhys is the captain of the fencing team, and I'm the new manager.

Lucian Daire wants my family's company. I want to watch him burn for it. He thinks I'm nothing more than a spoiled princess, and I think he's a heartless bastard. But no matter how much we push, we keep pulling back together. When I discover he needs a wife and he realizes my determination to save my family's legacy, a deal is struck—lines are drawn. But the more we fight, the more those lines blur. Because hatred is just passion turned inside out. And when it finally explodes, it threatens to destroy us both. And we might just be desperate enough to let it.

I own you now. Desperate and alone, I strike a bargain with a mafia boss. I make myself available to him, he pays my bills. I’m his beck-and-call-girl. He’s my sugar daddy. Bobby Manghini owns me–that’s our arrangement. Giving myself to him is easy. He may be older, but he’s sinfully sexy. Skillful in bed.

Two hours before I'm supposed to say "I do," I run. Right into the arms of Ethan Black. He finds me in a cloud of white lace and sheer panic, stranded in the middle of a Manhattan traffic jam. My savior in a suit. He doesn't care about my last name, my fame, or the scandal brewing in my wake. All he sees is me. And for the first time, I dare to believe in the possibility of a different future. But freedom comes at a price. Falling for Ethan might be the most reckless thing I've ever done. It might cost me everything.

The Family killed my father. Destroyed my mother’s life. Now its crown prince wants me. I grew up in The Family, but I’m no mafia princess. I’m the castaway they threw crumbs to after my father’s murder. Now Joey LaTorre shows up at my door and won’t take no for an answer. He’s the bad boy I crushed on as a teen–Dangerously handsome. Deliciously dominant. But I can’t fall for a man like him. I won’t.

Aleksandr Ivanov was my person. We helped each other through the worst of our childhoods. I thought we were meant for each other—then he ghosted me. That's when I learned that the only person I can count on is me. Fourteen years later, the NHL superstar reappears in my life with an outrageous request: pretend to be his wife and help him adopt his orphaned niece, Stella. The twist? Apparently, we've been married since I was sixteen.

Rules are my favorite. Order relaxes me. Tattooed boys with shaggy hair and soulful eyes are strictly off-limits. I've recently come to the conclusion I'm bad at boyfriends. But as terrible as I am at choosing them, even I would never consider my sister's former crush—tall, growly, enigmatic Ivan Sokolov. That's a line I won't cross, even if Delilah is way over him. Ivan is just my swim teammate. The guy who walks me to class and shares his playlists. And he's the person who keeps stealing my study room.

For centuries, I've suffered under a curse, and searched tirelessly for the woman who can break it. Now I've found her in a dark alley, walking home at night. She tries to fight, but there's no escape. She's my prisoner. I'll keep her until she figures out how to free me.