Searching for the source of the deadly new date rape drug, Please, Andi and her partner, Viktor Saltanov, must go undercover at the infamous Age Play resort, called simply The Institute. Here at The Institute, time is rolled back and Andi finds herself forced to relive painful trauma from her past in order to pursue her case. Meanwhile, her partner is showing a whole new side of himself that Andi never dreamed existed. Born and bred in Mother Russia, Viktor Saltanov is 6’5, muscular, and as stoic as they come. But now he has become Andi’s sole support, protector…and disciplinarian. Letting her partner spank her and touch her in ways she never dreamed of is slowly breaking down Andi’s defenses, taking her to a vulnerable place inside she’s been trying to suppress for years. Can the two of them navigate the traitorous maze of lies and deception and find a deeper truth about themselves? Or will their experience at The Institute destroy their relationship forever?

    She'd managed to get fired from nearly every job she ever had thanks to running her mouth. After being unable to come up with her portion of the rent, her roommate has finally had enough. If she can't stick with the next job that she gets, she'll be forced to move out.Jack Kemble is a multibillionaire playboy who doesn't take no for an answer. When a chance meeting lands Jennifer in his office, will she be able to bend to his will, or will her resistance make life a living hell for the both of them?

    New York was a long way away from Charleston, and for a recent graduate from the Charleston School of Law, a high powered New York law firm was the perfect way to pad her resume. But more importantly, it was away from him.It’s not that she didn’t love him. No, love was never the problem. Benton Frazier gave her the firm and controlling hand she’d grown so used to having. The only real problem was that her lover, her master, her best friend just couldn’t be monogamous.Liz could have easily taken a local job offer in Charleston. However, since her brother waited for her to graduate, it was now his time to pursue his fashion career, and what better place than New York City. Now that her parents were gone, Palmer was all she had. Everything seemed to be falling into place… until she met Carlton. And now, all she can think about is him.Carlton was dreamy. Handsome, rugged, and well dressed. Deep brown eyes the color of chocolate, and the silken voice with a hint of an English accent that simply drove her crazy. Most importantly, Carlton had it all; a partner in a prestigious law firm, old family money that left nothing out of reach. He was perfect. But even this perfect man came with baggage.Follow Liz as she navigates through the Seven Deadly Sins. Is Benton out of her life for good? Can Carlton’s past not get in the way of their future? Where will her heart take her?Excerpt-I bent low to pick it up when a thick hand appeared in my vision in front of me, grabbing the hair band just before my fingers touched it. “Here you go.” My mind registered the voice instantly. The smooth English accent made my skin flush. Thick, muscular hands held my hair band in front of me. I looked up suddenly, my face now level with his crotch where I couldn’t help notice the bulge there, even through the Amosu slacks that covered it. “Thank you,” I moaned as I carefully studied the hair band in his outstretched palm. I hesitated to touch him again; the memory of the feel of his hand yesterday warned me. With the delicacy of a bird I pecked it from his hand.“You’re welcome Liz, are you ready to start your first day?”I frowned, how did he know it was my first day? “Yes, I am,” I flustered. “Do you work here too?”He laughed as he towered over me, “As a matter of fact I do!” Again his mammoth size and deep, dark appearance sent shivers through my blood. There was a foreboding that came with this man; it screamed to me to stay as far away from him as possible. He no longer donned the casual attitude that he’d worn yesterday. His suit alone cost more than my entire education. It was black pin stripe affair, and beneath it a starched white button down complimented a red power tie. Black leather Italian made shoes that were large enough to be used as flotation devices matched the belt that accented his waist. Clearly fashion wasn’t something he ignored; Palmer would have an absolute fit to see his suit!With my hair back into some sort of control I stood and shoved my tennis shoes into my bag. Standing in front of him I smiled politely, “Well, it’s good to see you again Carlton.” I walked away from him towards the bank of turnstiles and elevators, flashing my badge at the security guards as I passed them. The elevator doors opened and I filed inside along with twenty of my new co-workers. Carlton was the last person to climb aboard before the doors closed.

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    The truth was: she was nothing of the sort. Even the name was a lie. The woman most men fantasized about, a domme, a walking wet dream, and a master with a whip, Tessa Saint took charge and delivered on that fantasy. But Emmy--the woman Tessa became once she walked out the door of the club--was getting tired of the game. It was time to try the vanilla life. The door read: Nathaniel Walsh The truth was: the man was an open book Emmy was interested in reading. Nathaniel was instantly attracted to the enigma of Emmy, and against her better judgement she lead him into her world of whips and blindfolds, kink and domination. Having a man unencumbered with perceptions of her lifestyle, Emmy could not resist Nathaniel at the tip of her lash, his willing bedroom submission. The door read: Club Imperial The truth was: Emmy hid there in the dark for a reason. She should never have left the comfortable shadows. Her secrets would find a way to the light- and it was only time until Emmy's lies were torn away and the truth revealed. Nathaniel wasn't ready for that. Neither was she. **Content Warning: Contains explicit content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Contains BDSM themes, Erotic content and language. 18+ Audience**

    For years, her sole focus has been the business. It isn't until she's forced to work side-by-side with the man she's always considered her nemesis that she begins to realize there's been very little life and breath in her days. Pierce Maverick awakens a ravenous beast inside Lauren, a beast to whom she willingly gives the reins every Sunday. Under the guidance of Pierce's talented hands, Lauren comes to know pleasure in ways she'd only dreamed about. But pleasure often comes with a price, and the price Lauren may have to pay could destroy everything she's spent her life building - as well as a relationship she's only begun to comprehend.

    All she sees is a handsome older man who invites her into a private world of dark desire and firm discipline.Trent Shepherd came back to his old home town for business, not to fall for the inexperienced woman with the irresistible curves. But when he meets Christina for the first time, he can’t let her go, no matter how much he knows he should.As their passion starts to overwhelm their control, Christina realizes there is one thing she needs that she's never needed before. To call him Daddy.Billionaire Daddy’s Little Love is a small town DDLG romance featuring an alpha billionaire hero who loves disciplining his innocent Little and her sweet curves. You’ll find some power exchange, some punishment, and a little age play. As with all Daisy March books, the Happily-Ever-After is guaranteed.

     Everything is built on fantasies here. There’s a surreal feeling in my bones like I’m a second away from waking up from the most vivid dream I’ve ever had. I’m not sure if I want to wake up and escape, or sleep forever and live here. And that is why everyone needs to know about him. Darko Aralica…one of the most dangerous tools in The Underground’s arsenal. He gets inside your head and switches off your inhibitions, cuts off all common sense. With him, I found myself doing things I’d never dreamed of doing—of even wanting to try. Darko found his way inside my fantasies and exploited them one by one. He appears cultured. Refined. A gentleman even. But that’s how he gets close enough to strike. And when you’re in his arms, it’s too late. Because you no longer care if damage is done. You’ll beg him not to stop taking you apart. My exposé will show everyone the truth. But the truth doesn’t always set you free.