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Hockey is my life, and I need to make this last season count. But when I’m forced to transfer to rival school McKee University for my senior year, I risk pissing off the captain, who happens to be the older brother of Isabelle Callahan: the gorgeous beam of sunshine I messed around with in secret this summer. Rekindling our fling could risk her brother icing me off the team—not to mention the fact that my scarred past makes having a real relationship impossible—and yet the moment I see Isabelle again, all my wild, burning feelings come rushing back.

As a pro-bound college athlete with a good-time reputation, I usually have my pick of puck bunnies. But lately, I’ve been in a dry spell that feels more like a curse, and the stress is affecting my game–the one thing that can’t happen if I’m going to keep building my case for a future in the NHL, starting with making team captain. Enter Penny Ryder. She’s my coach’s daughter, but the moment she pulls me into that ice rink closet and lets me have my way with her, she’s the one thing on my mind besides hockey.

In a tangled mess of betrayal and chaos, I was moved almost overnight onto rival territory under the protection of the one man I never wanted to be a burden to. Jameson King. To keep me safe, he handed me a ring and told me I’d become his wife. It’s a marriage made of convenience, but there’s a thread of truth neither of us want to examine. The past we’re ignoring, the almost we could have had if our lives were different. If I hadn’t chosen wrong.

You think you have a choice. You think your cries are enough to stop me. But I don't care about your limits or pathetic attempts at control. You don't get to say no—not to me. No one does. I crave that delicious moment when you realize your resistance is nothing but a game to me. This is something you can't escape. I will watch you break before me piece by piece until you're begging for what you once feared. You will understand that “no” was never an option. And when I'm done with you, there will be nothing left for anyone else. This time, you don't get to choose. You will be mine.

Max is upset. But finding his best friend in bed with his girlfriend isn't the problem. It was that Foster and Maya went behind his back to do it in secret, without him. As best friends and lovers, this threesome shares everything. Now Max is left feeling excluded and betrayed. For their part, Maya and Foster feel incredibly guilty about how they've hurt Max and tarnished their sacred love triangle. They would do anything to make it up to him, even submit to Max for punishment.

When Maya suddenly finds herself sidelined as her well-endowed lovers, Max and Foster, dive headfirst into exploring their budding bisexual romance, she is beside herself. A devastated Maya begins to realize just how difficult it is to go from swimming in third "legs" to becoming a third wheel. Maybe this menage romance things isn't all it's cracked up to be. Used to being at the center of their threesome, showered in endless amounts of love (and other things), what will Maya do to cope during this rough period of transition?

It's been over a month since that fateful night when Max's carefully orchestrated plan to seduce his girlfriend, Maya, into accepting his best friend, Foster, into their bed succeeded. It's been nonstop threesome sex ever since. Before, Maya was content to worship Foster from afar, never letting on to her infatuation and never giving in to it. But now that the doors to paradise have been opened, and a steamy ménage romance is in the offing, how can this trio keep a lid on their feelings for each other and keep it strictly casual between the sheets?

I can't believe Max and Foster took me to a sex club! The cat is most definitely out of the bag on our taboo ménage romance after Foster pressed me up against the wall and kissed me senseless, right in front of his band mates. Now they all want a piece of me...and after that hot little ride in the limo, some of them have actually gotten one.

Robert Souza, a blue-collar Portuguese boy raised by a poor widowed mother, gave up on marriage when he sat at his kitchen table and signed the application papers for the seminary. For a brief time, before his ordination, he strayed and considered marrying Shannon. But he strongly desired the union with God. Now, six years later, a priest at St. Justin Martyr, Rob once again faces the forbidden desire of his own heart when Jessica, a victim of a brutal assault, comes for counseling.

Most men I date are scared away as soon as they meet my family. Travis isn’t most men. He’s stared down the barrel of my father’s gun without flinching. He should have run, though. If he had, he wouldn’t be lying in a hospital bed right now. I never wanted to believe my family would be capable of doing this. But that little voice in the back of my head likes to remind me of who I am. Who I’ll always be. Liliana Valentino, daughter of Theo Valentino, the current Don of the Valentino Crime Family.

Have you ever loved someone so much it physically hurts? That’s how much I love my best friend, Matteo Valentino. It’s also the reason I’ve done everything I can to make sure he’s firmly rooted in the friend zone. I’d rather keep him at a distance than ruin what we have by giving into the attraction constantly sparking between us. That is until I wake up next to him with no recollection of how I ended up in his bed.

The world is too loud, too bright, too everything. Until I meet him. His touch sends me to a place I’ve never been. I want more of him, bloodstained hands and all. What happens when the one person I need is the utterly ruthless boss of the Irish mob?

He had his chance. He blew it, and I’m out of here. I’m at the bottom of the pack. I’m female, I have no family left, and everywhere a shifter is supposed to be hard, I’m soft and round. There’s one bright spot in my days—Alec Cameron. He’s hard in every way—so distant that he’s ice cold—but once in a while, he gives me a nod, and we sneak off to the woods. He’s not cold, then. Not at all.

This wasn’t the life I was meant to live. No, I should be working on solidifying my ladder of ascension. No matter what the cost or what I had to give up. No matter what they made me do. Their little wildflower, that’s who I am. Quiet, meek, gullible. Until I met the one person who changed all of it and became something more. She’s my filthiest secret. And one I intend on taking to the grave.

Hello, My name is Maya and I'm a sexaholic. Seriously. I need an intervention. There has to be some kind of 12 step program for people like me. Today, I had sex in public...at a rock concert...with one of my lovers, Max, while the other looked on from the stage. Foster is the lead singer and lead guitarist for The Infidels, a local indie band on the verge of breaking out. They're really hot right now - the music and the band.

Foster and Max set me up! I had no idea that invitation to "come" back stage was meant in the biblical sense. But it turns out my lovers are keen to watch me f--k the whole band! And I've got no clue what to do or how to feel about it. I mean, what would you do if your two lovers tempted you with all of that rock-hard man candy?

They came to Earth for one thing - to find mates. These hot alpha aliens will keep you company all night long. This is a collection of five steamy stand-alone science-fiction romance novels. No cliff-hangers, no cheating, and plenty of steam.

Nessa is my captive, my little ballerina who dances only for me. She's sweet and innocent. She doesn’t deserve any of this. But that’s how our world works. The wolves eat the lambs, no matter how gentle they may be. I’ll use her to get my revenge. Unless I give in to my hunger first.

Davis was five years older than me . . . antisocial and temperamental. And there was the little fact that he didn't know I existed. Still, I gave him my heart, and he crushed it. So I picked up the pieces and ran away to New York City. I had a plan that would keep my heart intact for years. But one phone call changed everything. Returning home meant facing the past . . . and the man who ruined me. I had hoped that the mountain had swallowed him whole.