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I should have known better than to fall for a biker. But I couldn't resist Levi's smile. His cockiness. All that leather. We fell hard and fast. A spoiled rich girl from a prestigious family and a boy from a motorcycle club. We were naive enough to think we could be the exception. But while Levi was in the military, trying to build our future, his world chewed me up and spit me out. It left me broken, scarred, and angry. Fourteen years later, Levi is everything I hate. A Twisted King. A walking red flag. Trouble.

Welcome to Lionswood Prep, the world's most elite boarding school. Here, old money reigns supreme, and if you can't flaunt your weight in designer labels, you'd better get used to sitting alone. As a poor scholarship student, I know these rules better than anyone. I've perfected the art of pretending I don't envy my classmates' limitless wealth just as well as I've mastered blending into the background.

One, two, I'm coming for you. She's my obsession. Three, four, kneel on the floor. I want to possess her in every way. Five, six, I'm up to my old tricks. She knows me as The Portland Serial K!ll3r. Seven, eight, lay in wait. Little does she know I'm watching her. Nine, ten, never to be seen again. Welcome to your worst nightmare, Little Lamb. Who am I? Let me introduce myself. I'm Death. And I have found my Queen.

I built my bakery from nothing. My business. My rules. My life. I don't need help. I don't need Alphas. And I sure as hell don't need them. Julian—the arrogant billionaire trying to buy out my town. Noah—my best friend, who's been waiting for me to finally see him. Elias—the gruff outsider with a past as dangerous as his touch. I was wrong.

Being the first female Formula 1 driver in the sport's history is like being struck by lightning. Powerful, electrifying, and dangerous. Don't get me wrong, it's incredible. Plenty of racing fans are celebrating. Plenty more are enraged, hoping I either quit or crash. They can hope all they want. I'll never quit. But there's more than Formula 1 fans to worry about. Like shaking hands with my Team Principal for the first time and his scent turning my entire world upside down. Like the rest of his pack—including the current Formula 1 champion—matching with me too.

Rage and bloodlust have been the only things fueling my soul for the last one hundred years. Revenge has been the only thing holding my sanity together. Until his shadows curl around my throat and all I can think about is his revenge. I don't want to be loved, but he doesn't know the meaning of the word no.

She's thrust into a world of dark magic, temptation at every turn, and a threat she can't protect herself from because first-year students aren't supposed to use their magic. And when she's caught trying, she's made to wear a magic suppression necklace. Can her roommate and his friends protect her? And what if the threat hits a little closer to home?

When it Raines, it pours. I'm on the bus to nowhere with a dream that shouldn't exist. On the bus to nowhere, I meet Locke Raines, who is as mysterious as he is appealing. He looks familiar, yet hoards secrets and pain, and the only promise he'll commit to is that this is a one-time thing. We're both running from something, and the perfect place to hide is in the idyllic little town at the end of the nowhere trip.

I stole from the Twisted Kings, and now I'm at the mercy of Jameson Steel. It's not like I planned any of this... In the same way, I didn't plan on being the only parent to my four-year-old brother. But one night, everything went sideways, and now Jameson is my only chance at getting out of this mess. He doesn't trust me, but he needs me to get back at the man who sent me to his clubhouse. His protection for my cooperation. As long as my brother is safe, it's a deal I can't refuse. But living with the enemy is dangerous. Jameson's vengeance is prolific.

They drugged me. Chained me. Tore apart my mind until the pieces didn't fit anymore. Then they gave me a name. Cleaner. Killer. Son. Monster. Told me the blood on my hands was hers. Then they smiled and made me kill again. And they told me she never existed. But I've seen her. In dreams. In flashes of red hair and blood. And now she's real—flesh and bone and terrified eyes. But they made one mistake. They didn't bury her deep enough. Now she's back. And even if she doesn't remember me, my obsession remembers everything. She runs; I follow. She screams; I savor it.

His name was Cayden, and he was a golden boy, an instant hit with everyone I knew. But the mask chipped and cracked in front of me, and I saw underneath. If I hadn’t, maybe everything would have been different. Maybe he would have let me go. I guess I’ll never know. I saw him, and I can never change that. Most importantly…he saw me.

After a bungled job, I'm forced to escape and abandon everything. It's not the worst to happen, being sent to Ireland is. My next assignment, bring down four men involved in the Irish Mafia. First, I'm put on leave and, as a favour, I end up "married" to two strangers on St. Patrick's Day in Genoa. In the early morning, I run and hide. I have to. The scent of danger that swirls around them is intoxicatingly perfect. I never thought I'd see them again, but they refuse to let go of vows we supposedly made years ago.

All I want is to get my flower shop off the ground—on my own terms. But when trouble strikes… the town's most off-limits Alphas come to my rescue. Jake, the steady protector who's always been by my side. Ash, the brooding heir who walked away from his empire. Rowan, the wildcard who swore he'd never fall for anyone. I don't want to need them. I can't need them. Until my heat hits out of nowhere… And suddenly, they're all I can think about. But someone wants me gone for good. And claiming me might cost them everything.

Ghost lied to his club to protect me, putting a target on both our backs. Trouble is… I didn't know I needed saving. Or that I was still being haunted by my past. Now, my loyalty to the Twisted Kings is in question, and the only man who can protect me is a tall, tattooed biker with a taste for revenge and a vow of abstinence.

Welcome back to your darkest nightmare. I am Death, and they've stripped away my mask of mercy. My little lamb, I will paint the streets red until you're safe in my arms again.

After the dramatic events of Bedlam Academy, Rose and her mates are looking forward to a new semester all together under one roof. However, their lives are once again thrown into chaos when Dean Fallgren, the head of Bedlam Academy, goes missing, though her threats continue. In her place, an enigmatic new dean takes over and introduces a prestigious competition called the Arcane Scholar.

I’m sure you’re wondering how a person falls in love with their stalker. So am I.

I've been locked up in this house watching the Mirakill MC Pack since they moved in next door. Those motorcycle-riding, leather-wearing outlaw alphas who make my heart race. All their wild parties and comings and goings are pure temptation into a world of sin that I am desperate to experience.

A British single dad living in America. Four kids who need stability. A nanny looking for a new home. The thirteenth book in the Hot Brits series is coming in November! What can I say about my children? They’re wonderful and exasperating—and they’ve driven away every nanny I hired. With my ex-wife long gone, I’m just trying to keep my head above water, at work and at home. Then the nanny agency calls with brilliant news. They’ve found someone to care for my kids. Unfortunately, Jennifer Cordell is beautiful and sexy, and I haven’t had sex in years. Yes, that’s right—years.

Ten men, a beach house, and a question to answer: Does size really matter? When my boss asks me to write an article on the age-old question of the importance of D-size, I stifle an eye-roll. This isn’t what I imagined I’d be doing after years of journalism classes. But when she presents me with the keys to an exclusive beach house, and the personal details of the ten men she’s lined up for me to interview, my eyes practically bug out of my head. It isn’t only because they’re hotter than the surface of the sun, or tall and broad enough to form a Great-Wall-of-Man.