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Connor Murphy was the perfect husband for a bratva kingpin's daughter. An Irish mafia boss I could marry to secure an alliance between our families. It was all supposed to be so simple... But then our wedding was attacked and I ended up on the run with his brother Caden. Now I'm caught between two men, and I can't tell which way is what. Not when Caden takes me over his knee, and definitely not when Connor bends me over and bares my bright red ass with his brother watching before making me come so hard I pass out.

I should have run the other way. Paid my tab and gone back to my room. But he was there. And he was…everything. I figured, what’s the harm in letting passion rule my decisions for one night? So what if he looks like the Devil in a suit? I’d be leaving in the morning, flying home to my pleasant but predictable life. I’d never see him again. Except I do. In the last place I expected. And now everything I’ve worked so hard for is in jeopardy.

Caitlin McCormick is used to doing as she pleases, but that's about to change. She's sitting on a bright red bottom because I promised her father I would look out for her. She's in my private jet on her way back to Boston with me because she needs something more—a daddy. One who will spank her when she's been naughty, then pin her to the wall and take what is his. What really makes her blush isn't that I didn't give her a choice. It's that we both know she didn't want one.

Kieran Murphy is an Irish mob boss and one of the most powerful men in Boston. When he walks me home, people step aside out of respect for him. He could have any woman he wants. So why does he have eyes only for me? Is it how he has to lift my chin with his fingers to keep my eyes level with his when he scolds me and how I cover my bottom instinctively when he tells me that I've earned a spanking? Or is it how I quiver at the thought of everything I'm too ashamed to beg him to do to me? Maybe it's all of those, but I'm pretty sure there's something else too.

Anastasia Androff came to the Omega Exchange with an agenda. It wasn't her plan, but she found herself a pawn in the games of powerful men. It's going to take someone like Viktor Nikolov, an alpha Daddy Dom with a penchant for spanking and solving dangerous problems, to flip the chessboard. When the threats coming for Anastasia are more than even Vik can tackle on his own, he knows he needs help: his pack of slightly deranged alphas that aren't afraid of doing what needs to be done. When the last moves play out, will this hasty collision of a pack be enough to keep Anastasia safe?

Three years ago, Everly Chastain headed home for Christmas with the pack she thought would be her future. By New Year's Day she headed back to New York alone. Within a year, her younger sister was bonded and pregnant. "Family comes first." That's what her family said, and Everly took it to heart. She shook off the pain and plastered on fake smiles to keep the peace. With her sister pregnant for the second time in three years, Everly is determined to finally find her forever pack and start a family of her own.

I remember the day he walked through our front door, bloodied and broken with the kind of torment that breeds, but never dies. Papa had one rule for him. Stay away from his daughter. He didn’t. Years later, he crashes back into my life and tears down all of the walls I built up around myself. We’re both hiding secrets, but when the mafia world collides with the MC world, the shrapnel could destroy everyone around us. Now the president of the Chicago chapter, not even I was prepared for his return.

It started with tragedy. And secrets. Hidden truths that refused to stay buried have come out to chase me. Now I’m on the run, living under a blanket of constant fear, pretending to be someone I’m not. And if I’m not really me, how am I supposed to know what’s real?

I’m so sick of watching the world spin by, of letting people think I’m plain and boring, too afraid to just be myself. Then I see him—John. He’s strength, and fury, and unapologetic. He’s everything I want. And everything I wish I was. He won’t want me, but that doesn’t matter. The sight of him is all the inspiration I need to finally shatter this glass house I’ve built around myself. Only he does want me. And when our worlds collide, details we can’t see become tangled, twisting together, ensnaring us in an invisible trap.

As the eldest daughter of famous parents, Luna Hale is anything but normal. She escapes most days inside the fandoms she loves and the fics she writes, and she’s accepted that real life just sucks more than fiction. But there is someone who could rival every swoony man inside her imagination. And he only lives three floors below her. Too bad he’s incredibly off-limits.

I told her my secrets and she told me gilded lies. The words that dripped from her lips like honey were nothing but empty promises. Her betrayal blindsided me. Posie had been my constant. My anchor. My calm. Until she wasn’t. Now she’s my enemy. Before I could even the score, she fled to the other side of the country where she thought she was safe from my wrath.

You envision a dream, set a goal, and formulate a plan. I had diligently pursued all of these steps. I was on my way to obtaining my degree, engaging with breathtaking works of art, and unexpectedly falling into bed with my professor. Yeah, that last bit wasn’t part of the grand scheme, but even I had to admit that it wasn’t an unwelcome deviation. Ironically, despite my meticulous planning, attention to detail, and even despite my own deceptions, I ended up being the one deceived. Being manipulated and used.

When I threw Irina Morozov over my shoulder and carried her off, it was to rescue her from a brutal bastard who didn't deserve her... but I could smell her arousal as she kicked and fought. She would have been wet and ready for me that night, but I didn't take her. I made her wait. I made her beg. When I pin her to the bed, rip her panties off, and claim her virgin body the way it was always meant to be claimed, she won't just be screaming my name with every desperate climax.

When Shane Kavanagh waltzed into the Murphy pub as if he owned the place, what set my heart racing wasn't his brash arrogance, his obnoxiously gorgeous eyes, or his scolding yet sexy tone. It wasn't even him promising to spank me and then ravage me the way no man has ever dared. It was how he made me feel like a naughty little girl and a blushing virgin when I was neither. I'm the daughter of a powerful Irish mafia family and he's the boss of a rival organization, but when he rides me with his belt tight around my throat it doesn't make me want to call a hitman.

My father is alive, and he wants his research back—me. I am not a scared little girl anymore, and he will learn to fear the person he created with his twisted experiments. He thought he won. He believed he ruined us. He should know better...because I'm Unbreakable.

I refuse to spend the rest of my life with my childhood bully for a mate. I may be a cursed shifter, incapable of shifting—but I wasn't desperate. Not till the Alpha Supreme cast me out of the House of Fire and Fluorite for rejecting his son. Now I'm packless. Homeless. No longer under the protection of a House. Until the dark vampire king of Blood and Beryl turns his sights on me. In return for protection from my former House, I have to become his fake mate. I'll be a queen and a fraud. It's a treacherous lie to live—and I find myself forgetting what's real and what's not.

Fifteen hundred years is a long time to wait to get revenge. The Fae know how to nurse a grudge, and now they have returned to England to claim their rightful place.

My new boss is: A former rock star turned grumpy mechanic, a single dad, and my teenage crush. It was supposed to be a one-week job. Nannying Diego Garza's adorable four-year-old son should've been easy. But things get complicated when Diego catches me doing something I shouldn't. When he confronts me, I do the only thing I can think of: get down on my knees. To my surprise, he doesn't get angry. Instead, Diego Garza calls me a good girl.

I know three things about my neighbor, Adam. One: He likes to play his guitar on his balcony, often in his underwear. Two: He enthusiastically embraces the rock star lifestyle. Three: He must never, ever exist outside of the Friend Zone. The problem with number three is that over the last year, he’s become my everything. Adam’s the best friend I’ve ever had. The one who pushes me to follow dreams I’d written off as impossible. We have strict lines that we don’t cross. Even when we blur them on occasion by playing you can look but you can’t touch, the lines are always there.

When I wrote to Callum Rose five years ago, I never expected a response. He was an up-and-coming rock star, after all, and I was just a shy seventeen-year-old. He did write back, though, and through hundreds of emails, we became best friends. Until the day we unknowingly broke each other’s hearts. It’s been three years since our last email. I’m all grown up with a new job at Good Music and finally have my act together. But then Callum Rose walks in the door, and I’m instantly thrown back to the days when he meant everything to me.