They say everyone has either an addiction, obsession, or weakness in this world. Something that can penetrate you down to the core and influence you in a way nothing else can. I have all three. One happens to be her. Kit Bishop is in my veins. But unfortunately for me, she's the drug I'll never be able to indulge in and the high I can't chase. Because I'm a liar. A thief. And I've destroyed everything that's ever been mine.

In the beginning, there was Savannah Shaw. Teasing me with a mischievous, merciless grin by day. Crawling through my window with tear-stained cheeks by night. I was ordered to avoid her. Lectured on her misdeeds. Forbidden from seeing her. But my need to protect her was innate. So natural I never questioned it. So visceral I couldn’t fight it.

He says they can both love me. Protect me. Be the men I need. Can I possibly believe them? Every one of my relationships—from hookups to business partners—begins and ends with an NDA. Hell, I’ve never even been on a real date. That’s what happens when your famous, secretly gay parents go to extremes to protect their kids from the media’s unrelenting spotlight.

My name is Rachel Price, and two months ago, I walked away from the perfect man. Sweet and funny, and so hot it should be illegal—we shared one magical night. No names. No strings. I never thought I'd see him again. I was wrong. It turns out Mr. Perfect is the playboy grinder for the Jacksonville Rays, the NHL's hottest new hockey team . . . and I'm his new physical therapist. Oh, and the jerk doesn't even recognize me!

Left without a job and evicted from the house she so carefully turned into a home, Aria is offered two choices: move back in with her brother . . . or take the job her brother's best friend offers her.

Being restrained isn't what anyone wants. Not emotionally, anyway. But Elliott is shackled by guilt. ensnared by grief, tethered by dark and taboo secrets, and immured by wicked desires. But Jonah is the only man who has been able to rid her of the emotional ropes she's wrapped herself up in. After learning about Jonah's responsibilities, though, she becomes convinced that he is caged by expectation and constrained by belief.

I don't do casual hookups, so I have no idea what to expect when I meet not one, but three hot guys who are into me. I'm an introverted, failing-book-shop-owning, romance-writer wanna be. But after my dating disaster at a hockey game all caught on the jumbotron I somehow have the attention of three men. Nathan Armstrong is the hot, older, sophisticated billionaire owner of the team.

He says he's my daddy now. He says he's going to make it all better. But it may hurt a little. It was desperation that drove me to break the law. When I wake up after sentencing to learn I’ve been forced into an experimental reform program, the last thing I expect is to be regressed back to a time in my life when I was fully dependent and vulnerable. Dr. Eli Crane is commanding, strict, and uncompromising. While I’m here, he’ll be the daddy I never had. He’ll decide what I wear, what I eat, and when I sleep. He’ll spank me to tears when I’m bad. I will be his little one, to ...

It should have been a harmless swindle. A survival tactic, plain and simple. Because I, Rhea Thorn, am a survivor. At least, I thought I was… Until I conned a psycho. After a meaningless one-night stand, I emptied his wallet and fled before the morning sun. By that night, I had seventeen missed calls and a broken window with a note: You can keep what you stole, but I get you in return. Everywhere I go, he's there—blurring the vision between right and wrong while enticing me with his sultry blue eyes. Alaric promised me I'd never forget him. I'm beginning to fear he's right.

My name is Sue O’Malley, and I’ve been keeping it awkward since 1996. Another thing about me? I might be in love with my bodyguard. Leo Mason is all I’ve been able to think about since he broke my heart and left me standing alone on my front porch six months ago.

I've snapped the necks of evil men already—but there's one I never got to, and he took the most from me. So when a blonde beauty queen opens the door with tears in her eyes, heads are gonna roll. But I have my orders. I'm just here to paint the walls, not save a snobby seductress from a cruel man. Except my men have other plans… With Luke and Mateo's blood rushing south, I'm the only one thinking clearly. Getting involved with a senator's wife would screw us all sideways. Ain't it my luck… that's exactly what they want.

My colleague Elodie thinks I despise her. In fact, she’s owned my heart since the first time I caught sight of her slim white neck. Monday to Friday, I’m the grumpy Head of History. Zero personality, except when I’m teaching. So passionate about my field that my pupils bought me a highly inappropriate t-shirt last year. I HAVE A HARD-ON FOR REVISIONIST HISTORY, if you must know. It’s only on Saturdays, when I play Henry VIII at Hampton Court Palace for over-exuberant tourists, that I channel His Majesty’s swagger. Think with my codpiece, if you like.

If I return to Savannah, to Darling House - I’ll die there. Either the curse I accidentally unleashed on my family will catch up with me, or I'll flatline at the sight of the man I left behind - Ephraim Callaghan. But when my grandfather's cryptic will leads to an arranged marriage, Ephraim and I are trapped together in Darling House, my ancestral haunted mansion by the sea. As our passion rekindles, we must overcome the past and decode a dark family secret surrounding the glass, a century-old murder mystery, and the restless ghosts that remain.

Stranded in the frozen Canadian wilderness with Shae fucking Byrne. I’m not sure which part is worse. It’s her fault we’re here, after all. I should want to strangle her. Instead, my fantasies have warped from murderous to something infinitely more dangerous. More seductive.

15 thriller masters. 1 masterful thriller! Former war crimes investigator Harold Middleton possesses a previously unknown score by Frederic Chopin. But he is unaware that, within it's handwritten notes, lies a secret that now threatens the lives of thousands of Americans. As he races from Poland to the U.S. to uncover the mystery of the manuscript, Middleton will be accused of murder, pursued by federal agents, and targeted by assassins.

When my brother’s best friend proposes we get engaged, I’m a fool to say yes. It’s a fake engagement, because men like Jameson Vance don’t fall in love with women like me. He’s a gorgeous billionaire, a marketing genius and a playboy, and he’s only getting engaged to please his family. I’m an introverted writer, just trying to start my life over, and I’d rather mingle with the rose bushes in his garden than fall in love again.

Every town has a history. Ours is just a little darker than most. For years, I've celebrated Halloween and Hollow Bridge's history with everyone else who lives here. Parades, festivals, and insane Halloween parties have always been a staple for us. Some bad behavior is expected, given what we're celebrating. But murder has never been on the table before. Someone in Hollow Bridge wants to bring the stories to life, and they're not firing any warning shots. When rumors of someone wearing a Halloween mask surface, it isn't long before the first person is killed.

I've always been a good girl, a rule follower. At least until I started working for billionaire bachelor Knox Crawford. Owner of LA's pro soccer team. And my ex's dad. The more time we spend together, the harder it is to fight our growing attraction. And the easier it is to forget our roles, to ignore the fact that I used to date his son. Sleeping with the boss could get me fired. But sleeping with my ex's dad could tear my life apart. Breaking the rules only seems fun—until you get caught.

I was a basic bitch. My job was fast-paced, stressful, and a time suck, but I loved it. What I didn’t love was there was little time for the best kind of stress relief. I was looking for a little D in my life. Okay, I was looking for a big D, but only for a limited time. Because I needed three things. I needed someone who didn’t know me professionally. I needed nothing but casual, and, most importantly, I needed to come.

They say I married Clarissa Harcourt for her father's company. They're wrong. When your mentor makes a dying wish that you'll marry his daughter... you do it. Especially when you're halfway in love with her already. Unfortunately, this marriage of convenience is anything but convenient. Clarissa doesn't know about the tattoos I hide under bespoke suits or my more than skin-deep scars. She's too vulnerable—and I'm too broken—for us to be more than married without benefits.