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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.

Three months ago, I almost got hit by a car. The guy behind the wheel was as gorgeous as they come. We got to talking and… well, things got a little carried away, if you know what I mean. But when it was over, we went our separate ways. Except, not quite. The little plus sign on this pregnancy test tells me our story isn't over. But that's a problem for another day. First, I have to go to my sister's engagement party. When I see who she's marrying, my jaw hits the floor.

I'm locked in a cage in my wedding dress. How did I end up here? Three days ago, I was a normal girl living a normal life. My adoptive parents came over to my apartment for dinner, just like they do every week. But this time, they brought bombshells. They tell me I'm not who they said I was. And all those dance lessons, those etiquette classes? They weren't just for show. They were to groom me. To mold me into what I'm about to become—the forced wife of a don. Then, with my jaw on the floor, they opened the door and let the nightmares in.

My fiancé is screaming at me in public. I'm used to it. My role here is to look pretty on his arm and to play nice so he doesn't hurt my sick daughter. What I'm not used to is the man who comes to my rescue. Adrik Tasarov is a tall glass of gorgeous. He's got a jawline that could cut glass and eyes that could melt steel. Best of all: my fiancé is absolutely terrified of him. So when Adrik asks me to dance, I say yes. When he asks me to do a little more than that, I say it again. Then comes the make-or-break moment. Adrik offers me a fake marriage to get me out of my real one.

A stranger online. Dark hair and even darker eyes that knew my dirty desires before I did. A fantasy that should never be spoken. But he pulled the confession from me. And now he's coming for me. Rough. Dirty. Dangerous. It's supposed to be one night to get me off and make me forget. He'll make me his and I'll pretend I don't want him to. I'll run and he'll chase. Because I asked him for this. I begged him for this. Tonight, in the darkness, he's the hunter. And I'm the bait.

The Bratva came in the night and set the place on fire. I thought it was my chance to finally escape this awful mob-owned club. Goodness gracious, was I wrong. Because the man pounding at the door is not a knight in shining armor, here to liberate this damsel in distress from her nightmare. More like the polar freaking opposite. Bastien Nikolaev, the new don of Miami's Nikolaev Bratva, is moody, broody, with a bad attitude-y. And now, he's decided that I belong to him.

They're trying to steal my daughter. My fake husband and his depraved brother—the two men conspiring to ruin my life. I did the only thing I could do: I took my baby girl and ran like our lives depended on it. But you know what they say: out of the frying pan and into the fire. I thought my fake marriage was a nightmare. Little did I know… The things my husband intends to do next are far, far worse.

Jax woke up in a lab, his memories erased and his mind reprogrammed to serve a mad woman's will. After being liberated from his prison, he pledged himself to the only thing he truly knows - his team. Six men who lost everything. They must make certain no one else gets their hands on the drugs that stole their lives, all while hiding from every intelligence organization on the planet. The trail has led Jax to an unforgiving mountainside and a beautiful wilderness expert who may be his only hope of finding the truth.

Ich wollte nie jemanden verletzen. Chloe war meine beste Freundin und wir sind nie vor einer Pflichtaufgabe zurückgeschreckt. Doch das eine Mal, dass sie es tat, habe ich es nicht zugelassen. Auch wenn es ein Unfall war, glaubt mir niemand. Ihre Bestrafungen schmerzen. Besonders seine. Ihr Bruder, der Eishockey-Captain, bei dem ich einst dachte, aus uns könnte eines Tages mehr werden. Jetzt hasst Wes mich auch. Und er macht keinen Hehl daraus.

My boss wants me to have his baby. Under normal circumstances, that'd be an easy "Uhh… no." But Gavriil Nikolaev is not the kind of man who likes to be denied. Besides, even if I did find him attractive—which I most certainly do not… And even if I wasn't his employee—which I definitely am… There's no getting around the fact that he's an incredibly dangerous man. I've been down this road before, and it almost ruined my life. I refuse to do it again. But he doesn't seem to care what I will or won't do. He's got his eyes set on me. And he won't take no for an answer.

Five years ago, I ran from the devil who got me pregnant. I have a son now. A boy I'd do anything to protect. But I left behind the sister I loved more than life itself. So when Ilarion Zakharov finds me again, I have an impossible choice to make: Do I go back with him to the world I left behind? Or do I leave my sister to drown in the mess I caused? Ilarion doesn't make choosing easy.

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.

The man upstairs in apartment six doesn't belong here, in our rundown block on the slum side of the city. High-class and educated, suited and booted, and at least thirty years my senior. Yes. Thirty whole years. But that doesn't matter. He's absolutely gorgeous. What does matter is they say he's a disgraced teacher who preys on his college students. A filthy, sick man who deserves prison.

How do you find love where love does not exist? From out of a barefoot boyhood among endless rows of olive trees, and a forbidden passion for a courageous Moroccan beauty, to a horrific struggle against tyranny in the war-torn streets of 1936 Granada, comes a story where love cannot exist without mercy . . . mercy one carries for one’s whole life as a badge of honor . . . mercy and compassion passed down from generation to generation.

Zach Reed had two objectives when he joined the CIA team led by Ian and Charlotte Taggart. First, he needed to get close to Cooper McKay. Second, he needed to sideline or dismantle their operation. Caught between his mission and his friends, his secrets are exposed, and his only choice is to run. He hopes someday he can make it up to the team and the young woman he's fallen hopelessly in love with. Devi Taggart thought she finally found the man of her dreams. Spending a long weekend with Zach filled her soul and satisfied all her deepest desires.

Micah Lyonne is the worst man I know. As children, we were constantly thrown together by our powerful parents. And we always despised each other. He was supposed to be the heir to a billion-dollar empire. Instead, he lives in the shadows and chooses a life filled with violence. Meanwhile, I'm the mayor's ambitious daughter with a long list of responsibilities. Micah sneers at everything I stand for. And I know better than to dance with danger. But when the inked, volatile Micah comes to my rescue one night, I'm forced to trust him.

My BFF pulled a bait-and-switch on me. Instead of drinks with the girls, I'm at this bar to meet a blind date. "He's nice and normal and handsome!" she promises. Only one of those three is correct. Yakov Kulikov is as gorgeous as they come—and ten times as dangerous. Sparks ignite, but this is no meet-cute. It's a prison sentence. Turns out Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding is in charge of the Kulikov Bratva. And now that I've caught his attention, he insists I need his protection. Kidnapped by a hot mob boss—most girls' dream, right? Wrong.

My dreams have all deserted me, and I'm alone in a new town when I meet him—the stranger at the bar. Anthony Bradstone is everything I ever wanted. A prince right from the start. A shining star, successful and loving. Committed, brilliant, generous. Mr Perfect. But the brightest stars have the darkest shadows, and Ant's love comes with… conditions. That's how one stranger in my bed turns into several, and those several turn into a whole lot more.

When my publishing company goes bankrupt, taking all my income with it, my friend offers me a place to stay. Unfortunately, it comes with his grumpy but sexy brother, Lars, who keeps popping by to fix something. My real problem starts the night a strange man digs up the backyard. When he doesn't find what he's looking for, he stalks me, convinced I'll lead him to it. When I don't, he makes it clear he'll do whatever it takes to get it back. Lars promises to protect me. I'm drawn to him in a way I can't explain, and I worry it may be my heart that needs protecting.

While visiting family in Italy with my mother, I came face-to-face with Leo Toscano, the head of the Italian mafia and my worst nightmare. Let's get one thing straight: I didn't know the mafia was a thing until the ruthless man threatened to wipe out my family unless I married him. Not having much of a choice, I reluctantly said "I do," and tied myself to the heartless bastard for life. Turns out he doesn't want anything to do with me, and I quickly learn the definition of loneliness. But then secrets begin to come to light, and everything I thought I knew about my life turns out to be a lie.