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The human thinks I’m stalking her. Maybe I am. But I’m not the only one. There’s something evil in these woods and it preys on single women. I’m not about to let the sexy scientist fall into its lair. Even if that means holding her prisoner in my cabin. Keeping her where I can see her at all times. Bending her to my bear’s will. Just until the storm passes. Until her research is finished. Then I’ll let her go. I swear.

She owes the Family money. Big money. And I'm the guy they sent to put the squeeze on her. So now she's playing at my casino. Strutting around on my stage in her tight little shorts. Killing me softly. I promised she'll be treated with respect, so long as she does as she's told. But I didn't count on her barging in my office and tempting me, begging for a taste of my authority. I didn't count on her getting under my skin. And the last thing I want is to see her debt paid. Because then I'd have to set her free...

She betrayed my family—I will make her pay. The sweet redhead in our building isn’t as innocent as we thought.

Sunny Hines is the most infuriating female I’ve ever met. Long hair, big sunny smile, cute little freckles, yoga-tight body. Delicious scent. My wolf wants to mark her, but there’s no way in hell I’m falling for a human. This pretty little hippie human is driving me crazy. Two years ago, I had her beneath me, howling my name, until she left. Now she’s back, but she’s not going to put me on a leash. But when I see her with another man, I can’t stop myself from marking my territory and making it clear: Sunny is mine.

She made a big mistake. You don’t blackmail a Tacone. Coming to me with a threat? Unacceptable. If she needs money, she’ll have to ask nicely. But once I give it to her, we both know what it means: She belongs to me. I do my best to hold back. Give her respect. Trouble is, I can’t keep my hands off her.

Sorry, Printsessa, freedom isn't in the cards for you. You're mine now. I came for revenge. The Tacone Family wiped out the Chicago mafiya. My bratva. My family. So I captured their little sister. Now that I have her, I don't want to let her go. I'd rather keep her forever - my captive bride. They'll pay a dowry instead of ransom. At the end of the day, the girl and the fortune will be mine. Because I'll never relinquish their queen of clubs.

Flynn Taylor, rock n roll heartthrob, plays fast and loose. He's with different girls every night. Yes, girls plural. On the brink of becoming not just a Chicago sensation, but an American icon, he's everything I should avoid. Then again, maybe it doesn't matter. I'm so damaged, I'm not even capable of a relationship. He might be the perfect antidote. The temptation I need to lure me back to the side of the living.

The little hacker stole from the Family - hundred fifty grand. We Tacones don’t take kindly to thieves. Not even when they come in a package as cute as hers. Not even after she shows me how high her freak flag flies. Now there will be hell to pay for my hot geek. And I’m the one coming to collect. But when she ends up in jail for the transaction I ordered her to make, I decide to bail her out. Because she’s a wildfire. A force of nature too bright to be put out. And I don’t need the money. I’d rather have her.

I bought her. I own her. But she'll never be mine.... The moment she stepped on stage, I had to have her in my bed. My submissive, kneeling at my feet. But this captive virgin is more than what she seems.... A spy in my kingdom. A weapon honed by my enemy. She hates me, but hate is a passion perilously close to love.... All my life I’ve trained for one purpose. One ultimate goal: Kill the vampire king. I expected a fight. Pain. Torture. I didn’t expect to want him. My body is a weapon he turns against me. But I can’t forget my fallen pack.

I am an alpha wolf, one of the youngest in the States. I can pick any she-wolf in the pack for a mate. So why am I sniffing around the sexy human attorney next door? The minute I catch Amber’s sweet scent, my wolf wants to claim her. Hanging around is a bad idea, but I don’t play by the rules. Amber acts all prim and proper, but she has a secret, too. She may not want her psychic abilities, but they’re a gift.

I am not a chosen of the Gods, but a bloody tragedy of their choices. I have endured worse than the Darkhavens. Torture. Pain. Manipulation. There is nothing anyone can do to me that I have not already done to myself. Ruen's betrayal will not break me. Despite the punishment I receive, my goal remains the same: Find the target. Terminate them. Free myself from the Underworld Assassination Guild. It doesn't matter if I let a single night of weakness bind me to one of them. I can't let it matter. They're all guilty in my eyes.

They took everything from me. Time to return the favor. A few months ago, I was just a regular nineteen-year-old girl. Now I'm trapped at a remote college and held at the mercy of three savage bullies. No one can see through the Serpents' Adonis-like disguises. Except me. I've never felt this alone before. This terrified. This...furious. These three murderers stole everything from me. They think the humiliation, the degradation, the suffering they've put me through has left me broken? Guess again, Serpents.

I’ve got a problem. A big, hairy problem. An enforcer from the Werewolves Motorcycle Club broke into my house. He thinks I know the Werewolves’ secret, and the pack sent him to guard me.

I've become a monster. I hear blood moving in people’s veins. Scent their emotions. I want to feed. To hunt. To mate.... I'm no longer a human - my life is over. I've left everyone I love. I've gone rogue from the CIA. My only hope is my handler. Annabel gray is tough enough to face my monster. If I lose control, she won't hesitate to take me out. But I'm not the only predator out there. Someone's hunting Annabel.

He kidnapped me. Held me prisoner. I knew Junior Tacone was dangerous. I worked for him once taking care of his mother. I thought when the job was over I’d be safe. Out of his awareness. Out of his reach. But his brother took a bullet and Junior chose me to be his nurse. So I’m his prisoner, trapped in his beautiful house, subject to his rule. And it seems he’s developed a thing for me. Which means he may never let me go....

I'm the Don's daughter. A mafia princess. He's my father's right-hand man. When Carlo catches me taking my clothes off in a strip club, he wants to haul me into my father's office. I suggest an alternative–one more pleasurable for both of us. He can handle my punishment. Dominate me the way he's always wanted. Take care of my needs and, most importantly, keep my secret. But we're playing with fire. Every day, I fall a little more for the underboss - and if my father finds out...

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.

They call them the Serpents. Knox, Mason, Silas. These sick, twisted psychos are the untouchable elites at Cinderhart Academy. I'd never get involved with such dangerous guys despite how gorgeous, rich, and influential they are. But after I witness them committing a sadistic crime, I'm dragged kicking and screaming into their dark, depraved world. If they plan to break me, they're late to the party.

She will pay the price for her father’s sin. I’ll use my beautiful prisoner to get him. To make him suffer. Make him believe I'm hurting her the way he harmed my sister. And when I’m done tormenting him, I will offer a trade: her life for his. I owe him a slow, painful death. Revenge is my due. But Kateryna is strong in ways I didn’t expect. Broken before I ever got to her, she's a willing participant for my torment. She turns the tables on me, seducing me with her laughter. Her wild, crazy appetite for pain and pleasure.

She’s my captive. My prisoner. I will make her talk. The bratva put a gun in my hand at age thirteen. Gave me freedom, a sense of belonging, and the family I never had. There’s no way I’m going to let this slip of a woman harm my boss. No matter how beautiful she is. How beguiling. How painfully fragile. Hurting a woman, however, is not possible.