From a boy to the girl that he missed. From a man to the woman he loved. But what if those words carried more impact than anyone realised? Will they finally give Georgia the closure she needs and lessen the guilt she battles every day? Or will everything she thought she knew about the boy and man who wrote them and the life they shared be forever altered? All will be revealed in The Letters.A story about life, love, and acceptance.

    Trust. Confidence.Malcolm and Beck first meet by a car accident, then he collides into her life, and Beck never expected him. Malcolm looks vaguely familiar, but Beck can’t place him right away. At her best friends bachelorette party, they go to one of the hottest male revue clubs on the Las Vegas strip and suddenly, there is Malcolm on stage about to take off his pants, when he zeroes in on her. After the show, Beck’s best friend drunkenly invites him to her wedding and Beck reluctantly agrees to take him as her date. Slowly, she starts to warm up to the idea of a relationship with him, but her insecurities begin to take hold. She never expected him to be a male stripper...er...dancer. Can Malcom lap-dance his way into Beck’s heart?Can Beck accept that his job is just that, a job and he is a one woman man. She has learn to trust that he is not wanting to take home any women from the audience as they grab him during his shows. Can Beck find the confidence she needs to beat the green-eyed monster when jealousy rears it’s ugly head? She will have to take a chance to find out.

     Go to Russia and collect the virgin. She was as pure as the driven snow and my job was to make sure she didn't drift on the way back. I didn't really want to go. Russia in winter is not my idea of fun, but it was a break from hurting men who owed my boss money. Also I didn't have a choice. I owe my life to Akim and what Akim wants Akim gets. It should have been straightforward. In and out. But that was before I ran into this Russian chick. Breathtakingly beautiful, she was. The softest skin imaginable and...she wanted me. I'm Irish and saying no to hot Russian chicks was not part of my DNA. So I didn't. Turned out winter in Russia was exactly my idea of fun. But the next day I found out the Russian chick was Akim's virgin. The one that was not supposed to drift...

    Now she’ll become my wife … My pet. I wasn’t always cold-hearted and vindictive. She made me that way. Charlotte Davis … the most beautiful and privileged princess there is. I’d kill for her to be mine. We met by chance at her father’s wedding … And then again years later. But she forgot about me. Ignored me. Enraged me. Then her father did the unforgivable, and I made it my lifelong goal to ruin him... By taking her as payment towards a debt he owed. A debt she will repay by marrying me. Until death do us part. A Debt Owed is an enticing new Dark Billionaire Alpha Male Romance novel by New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Clarissa Wild. WARNING: This book includes scenes that may be disturbing to some readers.

     A big one. The payment can't be settled with money or favors. He only wants one thing. Me. Every action gets a reward. A button. Once I fill his jar with three hundred and sixty-five buttons, he'll let me go. He'll let me walk away. But I have to earn every single one. By submitting to the darkest, cruelest, and most beautiful man I've ever known. ** TRIGGER WARNING ** There are some dark and disturbing scenes of abuse and punishment.

    A new life on the coast, running a beautiful country hotel with my husband.It should have been everything I’d ever wanted. Worth every scrap of investment.A hotel business we’d sunken every single penny we owned into, only to find out there was a big chain rival opening just a stone’s throw away.Slowly, day by day, the dream became a nightmare. Bills. So many bills. Sleepless nights, tossing and turning. No way out in sight.Until there was him.The man at the bar.The man with a proposition we should never have considered in a thousand years …Me. Him. One long night where I’m subject to his every fantasy.While my husband watches.

    After all, she escaped it long ago. Determined not to let her past beat her, Izzy has a secure, stable life with a job she loves in nursing. But one act of kindness will completely upend everything she's so carefully built-putting her right back in the crosshairs of danger she's been so desperate to avoid.When Theo Kane shows up like a knight in shining armor, Izzy can't help thinking she's been saved from one threat and exposed to another. His imposing physique, the harsh lines of his face, and the wariness of everyone who comes close are just a few clues to Theo Kane's notorious reputation. The man is positively terrifying. But with Izzy, he's tender and a complete gentleman, and her fascination with the mysterious beast of a man becomes too powerful for her to walk away.As Theo's demons come to light, running becomes even more impossible. And yet staying together could doom them both.

    One night shattered it completely. Moving to another country was supposed to be a fresh start, an escape from my past. A way to heal and move on with my life. I was looking for happiness. What I wasn’t supposed to find was him. Dark, handsome, and irresistible. Not strong enough to resist, he broke through the walls around my heart. Every single one. For a fleeting moment, I was happy. Until I'm reminded that the clutches of my past will never let me go. The evil shrouding it in darkness has finally found me. It threatens everything I love. I need to fight it—for him and them. For us. Even if that means letting go of the light.

    One woman. And a villain out to end it all. Discover the mafia world of Gilded Cage in this full-length dark romance novel. First book in a trilogy. There's only one thing you need to know about Ophelia Sokolov. She was promised to me, not my brother. And I'll do anything in my power to make her mine. She's my future. My destiny. My f*cking property. My name is Max Marino. My family owns this city. I kill because I have to. I f*ck because I can. And I will have Ophelia because I always have my way. We were destined to be together. A bond that would tie our families together forever. But she fell for my younger brother... And Ryker never wanted me to have what had always meant to be mine. He took so much from me. Our parents. Our careers. But Ophelia is mine. And I'll kill to prove it...

    A predominantly white Reichfield High has lost every game in the last few years to the North Prep, a school with mostly Mexican, Brazilian, and Filipino students. For the first game of the season, however, Addie and his teammates are confident that they will win—because they’ve personally made sure the lead player of the opposite team will be unable to play.Addie and his supremacist and misogynistic friends are ill-prepared for what comes next, though. They are defeated by Shaylee, the best soccer player North Prep has ever seen—who also happens to be a girl. Given an exception, Shaylee is allowed to compete in a team of all boys.Unable to accept defeat, Addie is convinced that Shaylee must be using illegal methods to beat the Reichfield team. He sets out to expose her, but discovers instead that he has secrets of his own…Learning the dark history of his own origin and of the powers that be, Addie and his unlikely new friends must work together to challenge the corrupt, racist and fascist ruling class who could destroy society as they know it.

    Will they be able to build with the pieces of their hearts they have left, or will their love crumble and fall, leaving them both completely shattered?Author's Note: The novel contains adult situations that are meant for 18+ and graphic situations such as rape, abuse (including sexual), neglect, suicide and drug abuse.

    Then I met Machi.I shouldn't have been there that night. I shouldn't have seen that man die--or the face of his killer. Every part of me wanted to run and hide, to escape and forget what I saw.But then he caught me. He stole me and pushed me into his world. He said if I listened to him, he could give me what I wanted. . .My freedom.He forgot to mention that freedom comes with a price. I'm going to be auctioned off and there's nothing I can do to change that.He wants me to believe that he isn't the bad guy. But I know better. Except... his hard jaw and full lips are hard to ignore, his voice makes my heart flutter, and his hands—his hands are purely toxic, unfurling my body with one touch.He's a monster, and monsters lie. They lurk in the dark and rain hell on your soul.I never thought that loving one was possible. . .Until I met him.

    Survivor. Daughter. Sister. Wife.Now I am called something else.Murderer.Believe it or not, this is our love story.

    Broken and conflicted. I am a man who gives false goodness to those who crave it. I provide solace to the ones who beg to be saved, giving them the goodbyes they want. But, my quiet little world is about to be shattered by the whispers from heaven and hell.I am Mateo. Unlovable and unworthy. I am the boy everyone runs from. I keep love close to me in little jars of perfection, reminding me of a thousand goodbyes I never had to say, because I left them before they could leave me.I am Svetlana. Dirty and Used. Birthed into brutality while still trying to comprehend my version of normal. I am an injured lamb, eaten by filthy wolves day after day. Just as salvation seems like it's within reach, a goodbye from this awful world is all that I wish for.**Graphic content warning including detailed depiction of brutal, bloody acts. Physical and emotional abuse is also apparent throughout this book with graphic sex scenes, both consensual and non-sensual. Reader discretion is highly advised. Not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen or those who are easily offended by the above mentioned acts.**

    There’s no air in my lungs. My chest is as cold and hollow as a cave on a snowcapped mountain side. My heart no longer beats there. Frigid winds whistle through my ribs and the sadness inside me weeps like my favorite tree. Days ago, I met with death face to face. The mirror, our meeting place. My two darkened green eyes stared deeply into hers. I tilted my head to the side. She did too. “It’s time,” I whispered. “It’s time,” she whispered. And with that I turned away from her, the woman in the mirror who knew all of my secrets and all of my pain. I walked away from her and yet we’d never been closer than we were in that moment. The inner struggle was over. No more arguing with the woman in the mirror. No more arguing with myself. The choice was made. She was the victor. Or was I?That was the day Riah Winter died.