A word whispered in fear and respect. A name to avoid at all costs. Until I see something I shouldn't and come face-to-face with it.Abducted. Held against my will. A prisoner of a war I know nothing about.But my kidnapping is more than a case of mistaken identity, and my captor is more than a stranger.He's the heir to the devil.A ruthless cartel prince who takes everything and promises nothing. I should hate him, but the deeper Valentin Carrera drags me into his corrupt world, the harder it becomes to resist either one.He's determined to take more than my freedom.He wants to own my soul.I'm at his mercy. A plea that means nothing to a man whose hands are stained with blood.Until that stain?That blood?It becomes mine.And I'm no longer a prisoner of war.I am the war.*The Carrera Cartel books are all standalones and can be read out of sequence. However, if you prefer to avoid spoilers, it's highly recommended that you read them in order.

    Is Wulf’s father trying to interfere with his wedding again, or is this something much worse? Wulf von Hannover raised his much younger sister, Flicka, from the time she was a small child. Just when Wulf and his bride, Rae Stone, are supposed to marry in an extravagant wedding and social event of the year in Montreux, Switzerland, his sister is thrown into a car and abducted. Is Wulf’s father trying to derail the wedding again, or is this a much more sinister crime? And if Wulf’s father is behind the kidnapping, how did he know, once again, where they were staying and everything about their plans? This thrilling conclusion to the trilogy of epilogues about Wulf von Hannover and Rae Stone was previously published in the Red Hot Holidays Boxed Set, but this edition does have a small amount of added material. Yes, new material. Longer material. Sexier material.

    So I can't touch her. But nobody said anything about looking. Molly O'Brien is perfect. Sassy mouth with sultry lips. She can't fight me forever. That's what I do for a living, Kick other guy's butts. Take what's mine. MMA fighting is my way out of the family’s mafia business. And I won't let anything stand in my way. But Molly's letting her guard down. And I’m not afraid of taking a risk. Her brother, my family, her hate of my sport. This is about to get real interesting. Good thing I like a challenge. Knockout is a fast-paced, steamy romance that will have you cheering and sometimes cursing from the sidelines. Buckle up for a big-hearted alpha athlete/MMA fighter, unforgettable chemistry, and an inside look at Boston’s sexiest mafia family. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and a heartwarming, sizzling hot HEA. **The Doyles is a new mafia romance series. If you can't get enough Irish mob romance, check out this contemporary romance series today!

    But they lost touch and her dreams of a lasting love died. Now that she's back, Kaitlyn won't risk her heart again. But fate has other plans. She and Connor reconnect and he realizes the pendant makes her a target. As a government agent, Connor is conflicted between his duty protecting Kaitlyn and feelings he never got over. As the two race to find a centuries' old treasure, they discover first loves aren't easily forgotten.

    Getting rid of the man who stole from me. Who tried to ruin me. Falling for her wasn’t the plan. But now I have to have her. I’m supposed to be driving her away—when what I really want is her by my side. In my arms. And in my bed. Can I get my revenge and get the girl? Only if I’m ruthless.But will she forgive me if I am? Ruthless Boss is a romance novel with steamy scenes, no cheating and a very happy ending.

    His gaze steals my breath.Even if my heart thinks this could work, my brain knows better.We say “I do” with his brother’s blood on our clothes,and the bars of my gilded cage slam closed.Our wedding vows are forever – ’til death do us part.But with enemies closing in from all sides, death might be closer than we think.Please note: this book contains dark content that some readers may find distressing.

    Fifteen years later, Joey La Torre, the Don's brother himself, shows up unannounced at her massage studio and wheedles his way into a date. She has no interest in aggressive, macho men like Joey, or so she tries to tell herself, but her body just doesn't get the message. When Joey takes her in hand with a firm bare-bottomed spanking, she ought to be furious, instead, she's aroused. As she explores her physical desires to be dominated, she tries to keep Joey at arm's length emotionally. Joey knows he wants Sophie for keeps from the moment he walks into her life. She is hot, classy and full of fire, even though submission turns her on. But his involvement in the mafia is a hard limit for her, bringing to conflict his own dedication to the Family, the code of silence and his relationship with his older brother. Can he reconcile his duty to the organization and his growing need for Sophie to remain in his life permanently?

    . . Nicknamed Sweet Abelli for her docile nature, Elena smiles on cue and has a charming response for everything. She’s the favored daughter, the perfect mafia principessa . . . or was.Now, all she can see in the mirror’s reflection is blood staining her hands like crimson paint. They say first impressions are everything . . . In the murky waters of New York’s underworld, Elena’s sister is arranged to marry Nicolas Russo. A Made Man, a boss, a cheat—even measured against mafia standards. His reputation stretches far and wide and is darker than his black suits and ties. After his and Elena’s first encounter ends with an accidental glare on her part, she realizes he’s just as rude as he is handsome. She doesn’t like the man or anything he stands for, though that doesn’t stop her heart from pattering like rain against glass when he’s near, nor the shiver that ghosts down her spine at the sound of his voice.And he’s always near. Telling her what to do. Making her feel hotter than any future brother-in-law should. Elena may be the Sweet Abelli on the outside, but she’s beginning to learn she has a taste for the darkness, for rough hands, cigarettes, and whiskey-colored eyes. Having already escaped one scandal, however, she can hardly afford to be swept up in another.Besides, even if he were hers, everyone knows you don’t fall in love with a Made Man . . . right?This is a standalone forbidden romance.

    I’m going to hell. I can hear the nuns now, condemning me, and I deserve it. How could I have let Maxwell Brandt kiss me? A man I found disgusting at the way he treated woman—as if they were disposable, to be used then thrown away. It didn’t matter who he was, or how much money he had. He was a horrible person. Who the hell am I kidding? I’m just as bad because I let him kiss me. Then I did the unthinkable and kissed him back, with a hunger I’ve never felt before. All of this while my fiancé was in the same house. It was a horrible mistake, one that can never happen again. I love Kevin. I want to make a life with him, not be used by a man who won’t remember my name a month from now. What Kevin and I have built is real and I’m not throwing it all away. It didn’t matter if no other man, including Kevin, had made me feel the way Max did, it was wrong. Despite the fact Max keeps coming back to entice me, I stand firm. I won’t cheat on Kevin. I won’t become that person, no matter how badly my body wants him. I don’t want to want him. Until the moment he drops a bomb that destroys everything. Kevin has been cheating. His words destroy the illusion I’ve been hiding behind, because I know he’s telling the truth. Knew it in the way Kevin has gradually been pulling away... late nights out with the guys, his disinterest in me, and the way he’s twice pushed back the date of the wedding. I hadn’t wanted to believe, had been willfully blind to preserve the promise of a future with a man I believed I loved. All I want is to hide and lick my wounds, but Max won’t let me. With Kevin gone, he demands I fulfill the promise of that kiss. I don’t understand how a man like him wants a plus size woman like me, when my own fiancé refused to date me before I lost weight. Yet, he does, refuses to go away. In a rush of anger, pain, and hunger, I give in. The feeling of being wanted by a man like Max wiping away the humiliation of Kevin’s betrayal. Maybe a fling, a rebound affair, is exactly what I need. No promises, no expectations, and no broken heart. At least, that’s the way it started. Max Out of curiosity, to get a look at the fiancée who put up with a cheating weasel like Kevin Jarvis, I find myself looking into the bright green eyes of a woman who makes my body hard with longing. Then the weasel does the unimaginable and introduces green eyes as his fiancée. Even though she looks at my hand like it’s a grenade about to go off, she takes it and we both feel the attraction. We’re both in deep shit now, because I know she feels what I feel and I’m about to go after her, fiancé or not. I don’t care if she stays with Kevin. I just want her body. Besides, it won’t last long, desire never does and I don’t want her clinging after it’s over. Only, the bitch keeps pushing me away, denying us both the satisfaction our bodies crave. Her sanctimonious refusal as she uses Kevin and her engagement ring as a shield pisses me off. I didn’t want to drop a bomb, but if it gets me what I want, her in my bed, then I’m not going to flinch from it. I need her to satisfy this craving that’s eating me from the inside out. I’ll make her pay for making us both wait. I’m not her ex, and I’m sick of paying for his stupidity. Her body makes my body ache and I want her exactly as she is. Only, inch by inch I’m consumed by my need. I warn myself to pull away, sure this won’t last, can’t last. But letting go isn’t an option, no matter how hard I try.

    I didn't know his name. We never made eye contact. There was no connection between us at all.But I could feel him.The tingle down my spine. The command in his presence. The snap of tension in the air around him. That was the first time I saw him, and I was captivated.The second time was different.He was in the mysterious back elevator of my apartment building. Our eyes met for a fleeting second before the doors closed, and I was staggered. My breath was robbed. My senses on high alert. My body hummed.That was just the beginning.He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…Cole Mauricio

    Too bad I already passed her off to my brother.That’s what happens when I try to find a way around my meddling grandma’s crazy plans. No one gets the best of GeeBee!Now Harmony is with my brother, the rockstar. And even though it’s a fake relationship, I don’t stand a chance of winning her back. Especially if she finds out I blew her off to begin with.It’s possible Harmony likes me, but I have to keep my attraction hidden. Otherwise, my brother might not record her song on his album. I can’t risk revealing my true feelings when Harmony’s future success is on the line.Self-control.I must exercise self-control around Harmony.And I absolutely, positively can’t ever kiss her again.Especially when she’s trying out a new kissing technique from that how-to article…You'll love this laugh-out-loud romantic comedy from USA Today bestselling author Tamie Dearen!Grab your copy now!This rockstar romance is the first of the Underground Granny Matchmaker romantic comedy series--lighthearted, fun-filled stories of finding love with a little help from grandma!

    Now eighteen and gorgeous, she’s ready to make her own way in life. When she meets the man of her dreams, she quickly realizes that dreams can be deceiving. And when Reno discovers that his daughter’s boyfriend is the son of one of his most notorious enemies, and is a gangster himself, all hell breaks loose. Reno, Sal, and Tommy Gabrini partner up, with an assist from Mick Sinatra, to protect the family. And a war nobody saw coming will change all of them forever.

    He didn’t do it alone. Surrounding himself with a rogues gallery of contract killers, fixers, and enforcers, he built one of the richest, most powerful crime empires in modern history. Who were these men? Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Anthony M. DeStefano takes you inside Gotti’s inner circle to reveal the dark hearts and violent deeds of the most remorseless and cold-blooded characters in organized crime. Men so vicious even the other Mafia families were terrified of them. Meet Gotti’s Boys …   * Charles Carneglia: the ruthless junkyard dog who allegedly disposed of bodies for the mob—by dissolving them in acid then displaying their jewels.   * Gene Gotti: the younger Gotti brother who ran a multimillion-dollar drug smuggling ring—enraging his bosses in the Gambino family.   * Angelo “Quack-Quack” Ruggiero: the loose-lipped contract killer who was wire-tapped by the FBI—and dared to insult Gotti behind his back.   * Tony “Roach” Rampino: the hardcore stoner who looked like a cockroach—and used his gangly arms and horror-mask face to frighten his enemies.   * Salvatore Gravano: the Gambino underboss who helped John Gotti execute Gambino mob boss Paul Castellano—then sang like a canary to take Gotti down.   Rounding out this nefarious group were the likes of Frank “Franky D” DeCicco, Vincent “Little Vinny” Artuso, and Joe “The German” Watts, a man who wasn’t a Mafiosi but had all of the power and prestige of one in John Gotti’s slaughterhouse crew. Gotti’s Boys is a killer line-up of the crime-hardened mob soldiers who killed at their ruthless leader’s merciless bidding—brought to vivid life by the prize-winning chronicler of the American mob.

    But is it still a shotgun wedding…if I used to be in love with the groom? Growing up, Gray Petrokov was my closest friend and confidant. Then he left town and broke my heart into a million pieces. Now he's back and waiting for me at the altar. But Gray's transformed into a tattooed hitman with a cocky smile, a dirty mouth, and the biggest, um, gun I've ever seen. I'd be crazy to still be in love with him. I'm not the kind of girl who takes orders, even from a Bratva boss. Even when I'm carrying his secret baby. So, I'm planning on being a runaway bride. But what will I do if he catches me? Gray I never wanted innocent Kat to be touched by my criminal lifestyle. But now she's in deep. And that's all I can think of: being deep inside her. That, and keeping us alive. Kat was too good for me, too good for the things I've done. So I pushed her away. Now she's caught up with the mob and I'm her only hope. She's looking at me like I'm a killer—and she's right. My feelings for her haven't changed. Call me crazy. Obsessed. An animal. But if she finds out I've been lying to her…she'll run. Now that I've had a taste of her, I'll never let her go. I'll chase her, hunt her down, claim her as mine. No matter what. Shotgun Wedding is a standalone romance novel with no cliffhangers and no cheating, but one seriously bossy, seriously big Bratva hitman. Due to the tattooed guy's dirty mouth and dirty deeds, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

    Partially submerged by a lake and largely buried by mud, weeds, grass and trees, Kascade is lost in time. Until it emerges one summer evening—vibrant, busy, teeming with life. Leigh Peters strolls along the shores of quiet Lake Kascade at sunset as she often does. A check of her watch shows that sunset is only minutes away. Reluctantly, she turns from the lake to head back to her car, but she never reaches the parking lot. Dr. Jeremiah Cook finds a woman who claims she is lost, not in place but in time. He believes her to be mentally unsound, but he wishes to help her, as a doctor must. He simply does not know how. Though Jeremiah cannot imagine what to do with the confused woman who claims she has traveled through time, his heart tells him that he must protect her at all costs.