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RS McKenzie presents Book 2 in the Opposites Attract series. Contains mature themes...

I'm pretty sure I'm having a midlife crisis. I started my career in adult entertainment at eighteen, and now, at almost forty, I'm realizing my days in front of the camera are numbered. It's the only reason I agreed to a collab with a guy who's brand new to the industry... and fifteen years younger than me. I've been doing this a long time, and I've worked with a lot of guys, but I didn't expect the actual ray of sunshine that turned up on my doorstep. Riley is everything I'm not: young, self-assured, green.

They're supposed to be enemies. It takes one night with a masked man to change that all. They crave the next touch of the person they hate the most. Desperate for that next taste of the person they can't stand. Waiting for that anonymous text message to accelerate their heartbeats. The thrill of the chase with the forbidden fruit is enough to blur the lines and the world around them. The first problem? They both have girlfriends. The worst problem? They're stepbrothers.

In a small town like ours, you're either straight or you keep your mouth shut. Being gay would be dirty. Touching the guy who's been your stepbrother since you were three would be dirty. Falling in love with him would be even worse. I protect him because it's my job. I resist him because I have to. But when one night leads to two, and two nights lead to more, lines are blurred and morals are tossed, and my sanity takes a walk.

Carter Whitlock Family means everything to me. I'll do everything I can to keep them safe. That includes marrying my enemy. Kaison St. Clair has been a thorn in my side for years. When we see each other, we either trade insults or blows. I hate everything about him. If it were up to me, I'd stay...

When a cursed Winter Prince and a royal guard with a forgotten bloodline are bound by an ancient prophecy, they become the only ones who can stop a rising enemy—if their forbidden love doesn’t destroy them first. They tried to silence their bond, but the gods had already sung their fate into the heavens.

Nicholas Theodoropoulos had been my stepbrother since I was fourteen. Mom died when I was twelve, and I resented Dad remarrying so soon. Even worse, my stepbrother had grown into a gorgeous man. I hated looking at him, reminding me every day of what I could never have. No one knew I was gay and never would. But when my best friend backed out of our road trip to California, Dad forced me to travel with my stepbrother. It was the only way if I wanted to go on this journey I’d been planning since middle school. Nothing good would come out of this.

“What took you so long, my Angel?” As a scared child, amidst screams and gunpowder, I looked into the eyes of the devil. “Ojos abiertos, boca cerrada.” Finger lifted to his lips, he quelled my tears when he saw me. “Hush, little bird… Eyes open, mouth shut.” He let me live. But you see, El Diablo is not stupid. He knew one day I would come for my revenge. For years, I’ve been trapped in the cage of a stolen existence, dreaming of one thing, above all else… Sangre por sangre. Blood for blood.

Ever say something you regret? Like regret so hard you get the word REGRET tattooed on your arm? Same. I accidentally told my stepbrother I was in love with him when we were fourteen. In my defense, strong cough syrup was involved, but to my great regret he hasn’t missed a chance to show me how disgusting I am ever since. He damn near ruined my life. But I’m not a kid anymore, and the summer internship I scored at the best investment banking firm in San Francisco is my ticket to a perfect life. Everything is going to plan until he shows up.

Working for a notorious mob boss like Anthony Costello for fifteen years has taught me a thing or two about dangerous men. I myself have been chiseled and beaten into someone to be reckoned with. And I’ve even come to relish in the pain, to crave it. But no one gets under my skin quite like Luca Rossi, Anthony’s right-hand man. I hate him more than words can express, I always have. He torments me and toys with me, just a plaything in his twisted and cruel game of control, until I’m feral with rage and barely able to contain myself.

Ignited by accident, fueled by fate. Some bonds burn brighter than any flame. Kade Mills has spent over a decade dreaming of his ideal meet-cute. Surely the universe wouldn't toss the perfect mage at him while he's a scarred shadow of his former flirtatious self, recovering from his last encounter with the malicious spirits haunting his pack's territory. Liam Batiste is a man of simple pleasures; a quiet room and a stack of books are all he needs to be happy.

I’ve finally found my perfect sub, but he’s so much more than that. What started as an accident turned into fate. Or was it fate that caused the accident? Those eyes of his, so full of fear and want. It’s been eight years since I had a sub, and the last one ended in disaster. I swore to myself: never again. Then here comes this young man, desperate to be seen, to be put in his place. He doesn’t realize it yet…but I do. Jinx is full of vinegar and defiance, but get him in the right mood, and he opens up like a beautiful flower in spring.

Shock. It was an emotion Peter had grown disturbingly familiar with over the past year. So familiar that he thought he had mastered the feeling by now. Case in point: 1. Werewolves exist? Sure. 2. He was one now? Whatever. 3. Brom, Chad, Knave (insert name here) wanted to assault, kidnap, and/or kill him? Not ideal, but Peter had dealt with it all like a champ.

Colm has suddenly found himself the leader of the local branch of the Banna Irish Mafia. He likes the power, but he never really fit in with the other killers and criminals. His inherent ethics and empathy have made him feel separate, and he was resigned to living a lonely, isolated life, for better or worse. Enter Fallow: a true serial killer with a bucketload of issues, but also a raw sexual magnetism that Colm can't afford. Fallow is on a quest to find someone he lost, and when the opportunity presents, he decides to take Colm along for the ride.

With her career taking off and landing her dream job as an events planner, Rosemary Sinclaire envisioned her life after college was going to be perfect. Until a particular motorcycle riding wolf shifter she hooked up with a year ago, randomly shows up in the same town she starts working in. Rose is taken back to memory of the man whose kiss left its indelible mark on her soul.

Conner came into Magickal Morsels to find a spelled scone to help him finally close a lucrative deal with a reluctant CEO. He's irritated. Furious, even. The wolf shifter almost doesn't notice the pretty woman behind the counter. But then he takes a bite, and suddenly, she consumes his thoughts.

Dancing is everything to me. It’s the mother I lost, the father who never sees me. It’s the fiery love of my life, and I’ll defend it to my last breath—that’s what it means to be the lead principal at one of the best ballet companies in the world. Just when I thought I was on top, my greatest rival—my eternal nemesis—waltzes back into my life: Nicoló Savini. The ache in my bones and the bane of my existence. If he thinks I’ll sit back and let him steal my spotlight, he’s sorely mistaken.

Warren Xavier is Alabaster Pen’s resident manipulative liar. The former pretty boy prince of Manhattan’s elite is now locked away with the rest of us. Nothing but time to sit and stew, scheme and obsess. And I’m the unlucky soul he’s made the object of his cunning affections.

The Firm has ruled St. Dismas for generations. To most, they’re just a myth. But in truth, they are the last resort of the desperate. I never understood why anyone would go to The Firm. There’s always a price to pay—a price you won’t discover until your request has been granted. It was a path I swore I’d never walk. Or so I thought. When my brother is gravely injured, everything changes. I have no choice but to go to The Firm. I don’t know what they’ll ask of me, but I’ll give anything to save Jackson. He has his whole life ahead of him, and I’ll make sure he gets to live it.

In Peter's eyes, Damon Prince was a lot of things. 1. A fierce, dangerously capable alpha. 2. An annoyingly (endearingly) protective asshat. 3. The sexiest man on the planet. (He was a pretty good kisser too.) Damon would argue that Peter ought to add big, bad wolf to the list. Emphasis on the bad part. Damon had never made to hide the fact that he was the villain in the strange, supernatural turn Peter's life had taken since being bitten. He had shoved that little tidbit down Peter's throat even.