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Arrogant bosshole with some dirty secrets. Sounds tempting, right? Wrong. Kirill Zaitsev is anything but tempting. Sure, he's tall and broad and muscular in all the right places. And sure, he's richer than several small countries. And yes, fine, his eyes do make me feel loopy, and he does smell like mint and musk, and there's also the way his jaw clenches when he… Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah. Bosshole. Dirty secrets. Anyway, all those things sound fine and dandy. For a little while, I thought so, too. Then I learned who Kirill really is—a killer, a tycoon, a mafia don.

Our pasts were a part of us. Definitively. Irrevocably. Mine hijacked my dreams every night, drowning me in guilt and staining my hands red. It wasn't just a part of me, it stole a piece of me—the piece that stopped me from letting people get too close. And I'd become pretty damn good at playing the untouchable asshole card just to keep them away. But apparently, Dakota Samuels didn't get that memo.

I made it to the top, among the richest of the rich. But I have one more goal in my sights . . . to become a member of the illustrious Vanguard Society. Being a billionaire is not enough to join their ranks. I just need one thing to win their trust: A fiancée.

I'm crazy, deranged, and psychotic. I'm out of my mind and my life isn't even mine half the time. Having Dissociative Identity Disorder, it's an accurate assumption. Born an MC brat, my only dream is to wear the colors of my father's club, The Shadow Keepers. To feel the weight of the warm leather press across my back, and to be a part of something with purpose. It wasn't until the last drop of blood dripped from my fingertips and the gun smoke faded into the night sky that I realized what was really important to me. Him. In a blink of an eye, I lost it all. I lost him.

Recently returned from his last case in Ireland, elite forensic psychologist and criminal profiler Dr Alexander Gregory receives a call from the French police that he can’t ignore. It’s Paris fashion week, and some of the world’s most beautiful women are turning up dead, their faces slashed in a series of frenzied attacks while the world’s press looks on. Amidst the carnage, one victim has survived, but she’s too traumatised to talk. Without her help, the police are powerless to stop the killer before he strikes again.

I'm having my bosshole's baby. Safe to say that's not ideal… especially because he doesn't even know. As a matter of fact, Kirill is clear across the country, and I'm pretty sure he's never coming back. That's fine. My daughter and I will be a-okay without him. At least, that's what I thought. Five years goes by like pulling teeth. I learn something. It hurts to do this alone. It hurts to do this without him. It hurts to know what could have been if only we hadn't both been so unbelievably stubborn with our hearts. Then, one day, just when I think I can't bear to hurt anymore, he's back.

Five years, I've been the shadow in her past. She don't know the man who rescued her from her kidnapper that night was me. And it's gotta stay that way. Diletta's got a new life now—miles away from my world of violence and sin. Watchin' her from the sidelines was supposed to be enough. But one chance meeting, one brush of those eyes, and I'm wrecked. She don't recognize me, but I know the truth, and we're both gonna be in danger if our past catches up with us. So for her sake, I gotta hit the road. I wasn't counting on Diletta—that woman won't let me go, so I stay and fight for us both.

Madison wacht nach der Entführung in einem finsteren Keller auf und blickt ihren Entführern entgegen. Während sich Neptuno absolut sicher ist, dass Madox hinter der Entführung steckt, läutet er den Krieg ein. Niemand ist vor seiner blinden Rache sicher! Es führt zu einem gewaltigen Blutbad, das nur einer beenden kann: Joaquim. Wird er rechtzeitig auftauchen, um Madison zu retten, Neptuno davon abzuhalten, folgenschwere Fehler zu begehen und sich seine Macht zurückholen? Denn der wahre Feind steht direkt hinter Joaquim und dies ist nicht Madox Bodega.

Raiden has every reason to despise his new wife: she's his sworn enemy's daughter, a pawn in a dangerous game, and the living reminder of everything he's lost. But when they're stranded together, will he be able to resist the connection neither of them saw coming? Never thought I'd be forced to marry the enemy's daughter—a woman who worships her traitorous father like he's some kind of saint. But here we are, thrown together by club politics and enough bad blood to fill a damn river.

Exiled. Hunted. Haunted. I clawed my way out of the Bratva's grip, but no one escapes this life without scars. Now, I trade in secrets and shattered souls, saving the ones no one else will. But then he shows up. Rafi Gatti—mafia prince, underground fighter, walking temptation wrapped in sin. He wants my help. I want nothing to do with him. Because men like Rafi? They don't just take what they want. They ruin you. And if I let him get too close… I might beg him to.

Nothing about Em's life is simple. He's treated worse than anyone in the house, punished for every minor infraction, and has zero chance of ever escaping his current situation. He dreams that someday he'll be free of this nightmare and finally find someone who will want to keep him. That dream may come true sooner than he thinks.

I am...That’s no longer an easy statement. Who am I? Since Sterling Sparrow, a man so handsome he takes my breath away and so infuriating he pushes me in ways I’ve never known, came barreling into my life like a category five hurricane, I can’t even finish that simple statement. In 26 years I’ve lived three lives - been three different people. Renee. Kennedy. And now, Araneae. They say that I was named after the spider to make me resilient. Sparrow would then be a bird. Birds eat spiders. I prefer to consider myself a cat.

Men like me aren’t saviors, and that isn’t my assignment. My mission is to find the daughter of one of the most powerful men in New York, in the country, and maybe the world. Find her and deliver her to her family’s rival. Cecilia Abernathy has been kidnapped. All I have to do is exchange her current hell for another. And then I can walk away and claim my reward. Has my taste of freedom made me willing to sell my soul for a kingdom?

Within the underbelly of one of America’s largest cities lives a world where a man’s word is either his most valuable tool or his most respected weapon. When my father ruled that world and that city, he promised me someone who would one day make my reign complete. Since that day long ago, Araneae McCrie has been mine. She just didn’t know. My father is now gone. The city and the underbelly are now mine. The time has come for me to collect who was promised to me, to shred her life of secrets and make her who she’s always been - mine.

Gabriella Bianche strides into a meeting and proceeds to impress a conference table of the Five Families. There's not a man there who isn't charmed by the strong-willed mafia princess… including me. But after a heated night together, Gabriella makes it clear that's all she wants—a one-time thing. The sensual, dark-haired beauty aims to impress, not seduce. So why is my head this messed up from being around her? I've never been this crazy over a woman, least of all one from a semi-rival family.

Nothing burns like love. And I've been through the flames once already, so that's been there, done that situation. Not looking to fall in love means I want one thing only—a gorgeous woman in my arms, and an empty bed by sunrise. Until I meet Hannah Everson at a virginity auction, and buy her to be my wife. Because that's how this ends. Gorgeous, innocent Hannah never stood a chance against a kingpin like me.

Maybe I have an overactive imagination, but the hot guy next door totally gives off serial killer vibes. Why else would he know how long it takes to bleed out from a wound? Yeah, ok, so I asked, but it was research. Being an author definitely makes for some odd questions (someone had better clear my browser history when I die, that's all I'm saying). It's not like I'm stalking my hot neighbor or anything—there's nothing wrong with watching him out my window. Although I might have my own stalker (and not the cute harmless kind), which is kind of terrifying.

Evaleen Bechmann is too busy running Human Resources for the billion-dollar company, Mimir, to even consider dating. As for emotions, she refuses to discuss that, too. It doesn't matter anyway. She's invisible to men, especially one man in particular. Evaleen is fine with that. Not everyone gets their happily ever after; that's only for novels.

Mr. Perfect, Mr. Romantic, Mr. Corporate, Mr. Mysterious, and Mr. Match found what they were looking for and now it's time to seal the deal. Five Aston hasn't quite found his happily ever after yet...not quite. But he will. And he's about to host the party of the century for all his family and friends. Mr. & Mrs. is the delicious cherry on top of the most perfect dessert and all your favorite characters will be back for one...final...swoon-worthy story.

This bodyguard and his K-9 will do anything to uncover the truth. Stumbling upon a burning car and rescuing an injured woman wasn’t on bodyguard Caleb Miller’s vacation itinerary—nor were the gunmen who open fire on them. But Olivia Delaney has no memory of who she is or how she got there...