Avery Castle carries the weight of a thousand moments of sorrow. Donavan Hardy carries enough anger for them both. When they were young, Donavan learned sign language so he could talk to the deaf beauty. He cared, even when Avery's influential father couldn't be bothered with her "flaw." In spite of things, the bad boy made her fall in love with sound...with music. And then, Avery's world came crashing down when the love of her life disappeared without a trace.

In Clan MacKenzie, we fight for each other. We die for each other. And when I fell for Chevelle, those same rules applied to her. She loves me, but hates the family business. So, I hid the villain in me until today. Today, I need to do what must be done and that requires the help of the same people she would rather us keep our distance from.  

A fighter beat my best friend to within an inch of her life, and I lost it.... I stormed into a Russian gym, and threatened an MMA champ with sinfully dark eyes and dangerous muscles. Of course, I’d already cursed every Russian by the time I got to him. He introduced himself as Vassili Resnov, my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. Only idiots threaten Resnovs, and then they die - which is logical. The Resnov Bratva is the largest crime syndicate in Russia, maybe the world.

Respect all, fear none.... I lived by my father’s motto until River entered the MMA cage; River’s brown eyes reflected mystery, and his soul held darkness. Off-limits to a good girl like me. One day, the demons that haunted River swallowed him whole. Forever passed away, yet I failed at forgetting the beast who showed me a tender side of him. Now, I’m the law. A cop. River’s as gorgeous as sin. An ex-convict. And I’m the reason he was tossed in the slammer.

I fought. It was a losing battle. I ran. His relentlessness ensnared me. I'm a token. A trinket. A toy for Victor's amusement. He's seductive. A dangerous deviant. Although I can't stop the madness, staying is lethal.

I’m at the pinnacle of my career, and I don't have time for games. Not even training matches between the MMA fighters at my family’s famous gym. But when my brother’s enemy wipes the floor with him, I want no part of it. It’s just a game. Until the muscular god, with intense dark eyes, makes me his enemy, too. I’m ashamed to admit, it’s gotten dirty between Jhang and I.

I wasn't ready for Jacob Clark. He was sin and dark edges, wrapped in regret. He was my Kryptonite. His words oozed over me like warm honey. His dark eyes pricked my soul, and his touch.... Those fingers set my skin on fire. Of course, he was too good to be true. And before I could wipe the icing off my greedy lips, I was walking away. So, why was he invading my dreams?

Where hurt people go...Ephraim Levine had it all, except Maliah Porter. She isn’t the one who got away, she is the one who walked away. His obsession with her ruined him...But it also shaped the attractive, brilliant Ephraim into a calculating man. One who would stop at nothing to take what he wanted. Maliah. He will set the perfect scene - build the perfect cage to entrap the Queen. And finally free himself of the restless need to dominate the one who stole his heart.

Mila Ali's fiance Warren is killed in a corporate plane crash. Grief wraps around her heart and soul - cushioning her to the outside world and the reality that is now her life. Nothing could have prepared her for such a devastating loss, yet the fragile bubble she has built around her heart is shattered when Mila comes face to face with Blake Baldwin - billionaire, womanizer, Warren's boss, and the owner of that fateful airplane. Mila is not looking for love - been there, done that, but Blake will not rest until Mila Ali is his. 

Since aging out of the foster care system and becoming a nurse, all I dreamed of was marrying a nice doctor and moving to a two-story house in the suburbs. So how did a dangerous biker gang criminal end up handcuffed to my bed? And why did I agree to let that animal teach me how to...ahem...do things. Wicked things. In the very same bed he’s been handcuffed to in order to keep me safe? Long story. And I’m truly scared to find out how it will end.

Jax Saint-Pierre is dedicated to building the success of her business and living life the way she mapped it. That is, until driven and charismatic Chase Taylorson stands firmly in her path with his arrogant charm. He was the first man to make her consider changing her strict no-relationship rule, but with her wicked past, she keeps him at a distance for his own good. Chase Taylorson is the head of a billion dollar empire. All it takes is one chance encounter with Jax Saint-Pierre to blow up his well-organized world.

I didn't want this woman to be my nanny. She had no experience and a failed art career. What did she know about rearing children? She was my late wife's choice, and I didn't too much care for the woman, and she didn't care for me, either. Until all hell broke loose and the nanny was the only one my son could turn to. The only one we could rely on. She kept us going, and then she wanted to leave, too. Not a damn chance.

Yoshiro escaped a career of crime with the mafia after they killed his family. For five years, he's dropped out of life. All he wants this Christmas is to be left alone. Then, Ebony and her kids accidentally crash onto his property during a snowstorm. For three years, they've been running from her husband - who's been more monster than man. The storm picks up. They are forced to remain with Yoshiro until it dies down. And the threat of Ebony's monster remains, lurking within the shadows and threatening her safety. But Yoshiro knows all about death and blood.

Falling for an enemy is taboo. Falling for a guy who stands for everything you and three generations before you have fought against? Unthinkable. But the day Gunner Cox saved me from a fire was the day my heart no longer belonged to me. It belongs to the damaged and broken boy being dragged down by a monster who shares his DNA.

I know it's not right to want her as much as I do. In fact, it makes absolutely no sense. Our relationship is strictly professional, and I get that. She's my therapist, for Christ's sake, but I can't help but think she's everything I've ever needed. She says the way she treats me is part of her job and nothing more. She said my response is the result of transference, but hell, the only thing I want to transfer to Amaris Flowers is the unbridled brunt of my passion until she's screaming my name, over and over.