When he drinks, he drinks hard. When he wants a woman, he makes sure she knows it. When he opens his mouth, it’s either to piss someone off or to turn someone on.You can normally find him with one hand on a bottle and one hand on a woman, trying to forget his past. Harley Evans is a twenty-one-year-old year old college student. She's a good girl who fell hard for Dylan, who’d promised her forever. But Dylan, Bach’s best buddy, lied.He enlisted in the Army, crushing Harley with equal parts anger and sadness. She’d already lost her father to that choice. Heartbroken, she falls back into depression. Stuck in Crystal Gulf all summer with little to do, Harley needs a distraction. Enter Bach, sexy as f*#ck distraction, ready and willing. Dylan’s not all bad though. Before he left, he asked Bach to watch out for Harley, knowing she’d never go for a guy like Bach. She’s too good for him. Too good for anyone. But Dylan was wrong. He never should have left them together. Bach is there to pick up the pieces Dylan left behind. Soon pieces aren't enough. He wants more, needs more Harley.DESTROY ME is dark, sexy, heartbreaking, and intoxicating.

    I’m a man with no shame. I’m a lover with no soul. What am I? You’re a loner with no friends. You’re a beggar with no place to go. You’re a face with no name. Who are you? It doesn’t really matter what I am or who you are. Everyone has sin in common. But I pride myself on doing it better. Through the eyes of another, I am envied. If they only knew the wrath I have endured. Greed can be a motherfucker, but it is what makes us strive to be better. Lust can make you burn, but without it you would freeze to death. Some of us are a glutton for punishment and want to feel the pain that reminds us we’re still alive rather than overcome by sloth. The lure of these seven deadly sins is like an addiction. And I intend to indulge in each of these unforgivable sins.

    All it took was one bad decision,A need to numb the pain that threatened to tear me apart.He was someone I trusted,And he made a decision that would forever ruin me.They used to be my best friends,But after that night, I never wanted to see them again.Now they hate me and will stop at nothing to watch me suffer.But what do they know about suffering?After what I’ve been through,Everything they throw at me is child’s play.One more year and I’ll be free of them,Never having to be reminded of that fateful night.A lot can happen in a year...

    Intended for mature readers. I thought one hot night with Max Hallowell was harmless. I never expected it would force me to face my past or bring back the man who swore he’d never let me go. Now Max wants to help me. Wants to save me. But if I let him, he’ll be destroyed. A woman with a secret past. A man determined to protect her. A dangerous passion that could cost them both everything.

    He devours the darkness with a cocky grin and no f**** to give. His immoral obsessions barely keep him content in a life of chaos and havoc until he finds himself craving more. Addie doesn’t need the risk that comes with Zane... that is until her perfectly orchestrated life takes a sudden turn and she’s left with nowhere else to go. She's sunshine and charities, he’s bullets and ecstasy. Will he step out of his hell and into her bed knowing it’ll mean that he’s dragging her into the depths of his criminal world?

    He was charismatic, gorgeous, intriguing and so brilliant that no other person could compare. People believed he’d simply quit. In truth, he’d gone underground.I found him after being stolen from the streets. I was thrown into his new world, his fantasies, his decadent chaos, and I found myself fighting just to stay alive.He seduced me while tormenting me.Made me a star while keeping me hidden from the public’s eye.He asked me one simple question before shoving me in front of the glittering lights and dark lens of his camera.One question, requiring only one response:Fuck or Die?***This book is dark romance with all the trigger warnings imaginable. This is the first of Lily White’s Dark Exclusives and will only be available on her website and Smashwords. Uncensored. Raw. Compelling. This book should only be read by those who truly love the DARK.*

    Always waiting.They call me Priest, and I’ll make you repent for your sins.But I won’t be able to protect you from mine. Do I scare you, Cohen?Does my mere presence heighten your pulse and warm the blood in your veins?Do I stir the deepest parts of you? The parts you buried deep inside long ago?Admit it, Cohen, I’m a thrill, scattered within the deepest layers of your mind.Always tempting. Always enticing.You found me in the woods. You were a danger, and I was naive.But now I want the wolf that hunts me. Call it a truce. Call it a surrender.He needs justice. I need answers.It’s us against them.Cohen may have claimed me, but Sanctum wants to own me.They plan on collecting.But so am I.

    . .Journalist Sophie Ryder has been following Emery Lockwood’s story since she was a little girl. There has always been something in his haunted eyes that she couldn’t resist and now, when she’s certain he holds the key to solving a string of kidnappings, she’ll do anything to speak to him. Even if it means venturing deep into the seductive world of the Gilded Cuff, a luxurious BDSM club on Long Island’s Gold Coast and Emery’s personal playground.From the moment Sophie enters his shadowy, sensual domain, Emery Lockwood knows this tantalizing new little sub was meant to belong to him. However, Sophie wants more from Emery than just pleasure . . . she wants his past. And that is something he isn’t willing to give—no matter who is asking. But every moment he spends with Sophie, Emery feels his control slipping and he knows it’s only a matter of time before he surrenders to her heart, body, and soul.

    She's learned to lose herself to her nights, forgetting all her day time woes as she charms every man she meets. It's easy enough to do when she doesn't let her feelings get involved. Then Ari Sharapov walked in and changed everything. Working for his father's law firm has left Ari with very little control over his life, so when he meets Valentine for the first time, he sees a girl who is desperate for someone to take care of her. To take over her. So what he can't get for himself in the day time, he'll simply take for himself at night. But when power struggles lead to real feelings, who's actually controlling whom? Some relationships are better left in the dark.

    Not in the physical sense, you must understand, but very much literally. He was persistent, resolute and tenacious. His ruthless greed to annihilate me was utterly disturbing. I am sure if he had hierarchy, the man at the top would have dragged his arse into Hell’s prison for his unscrupulous methods. I was just fifteen when I first became aware of what he was capable of. This initial taste of him set the playing field for how my life was to be lived – for want of a better word. He mocked me, showed me mercilessly how he played the game and how he liked to cheat at said game. He ridiculed and taunted me until, six months later, he won and took something of so much importance from me that I would never be the same again. His second visit was, in my eyes, so much more cruel and heartless. I know we’re talking about the Devil here, and yes, you have a right to say he had no heart but even then, even when I was so utterly broken, I begged to differ and hoped – no, prayed – that somewhere deep in the caverns of his black, tortured soul there was something that beat and confused his emotions once in a while. The third visit was somewhat different than the other two. He tried, and at first succeeded to bring me to my knees once and for all, but then something happened. God finally intervened and altered Satan’s intention; he sent hope and morphed the Devil’s minion into an Angel, hoping to break and shatter the anguish and suffering. He gave the ability for me to feel pleasure in pain, order in the chaos and light in the darkness. But in giving me a reprieve, he also gave me something that would finally and ultimately obliterate me. He gave me the capability to love, therefore giving me the ability to be destroyed. And Satan made sure that I was destroyed. Cruelly, viciously and sadistically. I am Mae Swift, and this is the story of my decimation. ***WARNING*** This story doesn’t contain hearts and flowers, it doesn’t even contain the word ‘love’. It isn’t for the fainthearted, nor those who want romance and happy ever afters. It’s dark, in fact it goes beyond the dark realms of misery and despair. It contains disturbing scenes of sexual violence, cruelty and torture. It also includes self-harm, pain addiction and brutalisation. Please bear this in mind before purchasing this book. Thank you.

    Debauched. Delicious... Is she ready to go under his knife?Leila Vaughn is a tax lawyer at a prestigious London law firm. And a whore. She didn't take the night job just to pay off her debts-- an affair with an older man once stirred a pit of darker desires. Now her year as an escort is almost over, she's ready to lock up her alter- ego, Charlotte, and be normal once again. What's bad is that her colleague, Matt, just caught her out. What's worse is that their boss Joseph is with him.Matt wants to rescue Leila. And she should want what he does--monogamy and escape from the city--if she's going to be normal, right? But her boss is as familiar with the slippery world of escorting as she is, and that makes him hard to resist. In London's tightest circles, he's known as the Chairman of the Whored. Bold, sharp and ruthless, he's everything Leila is trying not to be--so why can't she say no to him?Three jobs left before she pays off her debt. Two men playing games she can't handle. One alter-ego, banging against the mirror. In a dark hotel room, the glass is about to break...WARNING: Contains clever lawyers with a penchant for violence, and an alter-ego like Tinkerbell on meth.

    Conditioned. Sold to the enemy.My name is Blaire. I'm head of security to a man who controls the Russian underworld in Europe. His name is Maksim and he's my master. He bought me ten years ago and conditioned me with brutality to worship and protect him. And I have protected him. I've slain everyone who has tried to do him harm. Everyone but a man he loans me to; a man who threatens to break me and everything I believe in. You're going to need a strong stomach and a strong heart to follow my story, because take my word for it, it's no fairy tale.

    Jeremiah Copeland and Daly Edwards have a history. Even though he grew up a criminal struggling to care for two younger siblings, and she’s the pampered daughter of a power-hungry senator, they formed a bond that nothing could break. Only a lack of trust ripped them apart. Seven years later, Daly has reason to believe that Jeremiah’s brother is in trouble. She reaches out to Jeremiah the only way she knows how: at his BDSM club, The Underground. But one look ignites a heat she thought had cooled forever. As Jeremiah takes control of her body once again, Daly quickly loses control of her carefully rebuilt world. Too much has never been enough between them, and as danger swirls in the shadows, Jeremiah forces Daly to recognize what has never changed: She still loves him. His command is that she return her heart—and he will make her obey. Too Much is an erotic romance intended for mature audiences. Includes a special message from the editor, as well as excerpts from other Loveswept titles.

     Clearly, I’d been wrong. It all began the night before I was due to start my final year of school—the night of my eighteenth birthday. Since I had been considered “missing” for three years, I had failed to finish off the last year of my education. This was why I needed to let loose a little. I was turning eighteen and was finally legal to drink, so, why not? The next morning, I would be going to school with a bunch of ladies three years younger than I was. Even if it was for no other reason, I felt this entitled me to have a little fun. The night started off well enough: Girl meets boy. Girl gets dared to buy boy drink and kiss him within fifteen minutes of receiving said drink. It sounds like it would have been plain and simple, right? Wrong. I had no idea that his kiss would be the kiss to end all kisses. One taste of him, and I was lost for the first time in all my eighteen years. But I wasn’t meant to feel anything… Three years of living in Hell had taught me that. But, this man … just … awakened me. I went home that night feeling both alive and scared shitless at the same time. However, that wasn’t the worst of it. The very next day at assembly in school, we were all introduced to our new headmaster… None other than the very same man who had—just the night before—locked lips with me in the most hypnotic, take-your-breath-away kiss I had ever had. Yeah, I am seriously screwed. He’s a forbidden fruit that I long to taste again. No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to get that kiss out of my head. So badly, I want to escape him, his presence, his ... everything. It seems, however, that the universe has other ideas. *I don’t want anyone to feel misled, so I’m adding a sort of disclaimer to this book.* To my longtime readers: You all know what sort of books I write and what to expect (even if it’s the unexpected). Darkness is a defining element of most of what I write. That’s why I would like to introduce HEADMASTER to you as being unique among my books. It is a contemporary romance novel with threads of dark woven through it. It’s not what you’re used to, but if you like this genre as well and are willing to give me a chance, it is my hope that you’ll enjoy it for what is, since it can’t properly be compared to anything else I have written to date. To new readers: Welcome, and please take this statement in reverse. HEADMASTER is the tamest I’ve written, but if you enjoy it and a also enjoy books that have a little more bite, I hope you’ll enjoy the others as well. Happy Reading!

    After my mom forced us to uproot our life and move to a fancy new town, I’m effectively the outsider. Still, somehow a charming jock and a dangerous bad boy catch my attention. Not even a week into our new lives, something is wrong. The man my mom works for is hiding something, and I think my crush’s family, the Scotts, are a part of it. More than one person has gone missing here. Midpark might look shiny and new, but underneath it lies a darkness no one can deny. I’ve been lied to, used and discarded. I can’t trust anyone around here. Everyone has their secrets…and some of them are deadly. The rich have their vices, and when they have enough money to cover up their crimes, it’s always people like me who end up paying the price. Feisty is the first book in the Midpark High trilogy. There are steamy scenes, along with multiple love interests. Everyone in the book is 18 years of age or older. Just as a warning, future books in the trilogy will get darker. A High School Bully Romance