Kaden The Excalibur has a new escort joining the force, and she’s all mine. For now. Cal, the owner, had to swear to me he was telling the truth: she’s a virgin. Who wants to be a professional escort. And Cal wants her to spend a week with me before she’s auctioned off to the highest bidder. I’m supposed to use my sizable... skills… to train her how to please a man—without taking her innocence. I’ve never broken my word, and she’s not here for me, but I can’t let another man touch her. Grace It’s crazy, but I have to. I need the money. And, I need what Kaden is teaching me. The things that man can do with his hands… and his mouth… and his… I’m surrounded by luxury and wealth while I’m with him, and I’m getting used to being in his bed. Even if we can’t go all the way. But when Calvin insists on testing how well Kaden has trained me to please, I’m not sure if I can go through with this. Backing out means I can’t get my siblings out of the foster system—and it might mean losing the man I’m falling for.

    I've had more responsibility on my shoulders than anyone else I've ever known. I'm not a woman; I'm a mother without having a child, a provider, and independent because my life made me that way. Now, my life seems to be changing better than I ever let myself dream possible. Can I keep the one person in my life I want, or will he choose to walk away because life happens when you least expect it?Killian 'Bounce' GravesI'm the Enforcer for Kings Vengeance MC. I do my job and take it seriously. The club is my family and my life. I don't want an ol' lady and kids aren't even a blip on my radar. I didn't grow up with good role models and I won't bring a child up the way I was. being a member of the club and working at Legacies, our strip club, I get all the women I want and don't need any complications. Until one woman changes the way I want to spend my life. Can I keep her? Or will someone's past rear it's ugly head to ruin us before we get started?

    I'll be keeping her as my bride.As her thong is ripped off and my belt lashes her beautiful bare backside for the first time, I can tell Maggie Dudek is finally starting to realize that defying a man like me has consequences.Painful consequences.Rigging a high-stakes poker game put her in danger, but that's not why she's face down on my bed. She's here because my future bride needs to learn that her husband expects to be obeyed.Soon her already well-spanked bottom will be sore from a much more shameful lesson, but her screams as she is punished will turn into moans of submission long before I'm finished with her.The more she fights, the more delicious her surrender will be...Publisher's Note: Reluctant Surrender is a stand-alone novel which is the second book of the Reluctant Brides series. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

    He doesn't even smile- until her. She's independent, stubborn, strong and she won't be one of his toys. He's not like other men; he takes what he wants and he wants her. There are whispers he's a gangster...that his family has ties to the Italian Mafia. No one dares to cross him until a hit is put out on his newest obsession. What they don't know is just how crazy he really is when it comes to her. He'll do anything- even go to war. *Complete standalone, HEA, NO cheating, available on all platforms*

    

    

    With a deputy sheriff with him, who is convinced you're an intruder.Even worse?He had every right to do it. Even though the house is yours--oh, and he's your neighbor and catches you in every other embarrassing moment until you're convinced the Universe is against you and this new life you have to start.And did I mention that he's drop-dead gorgeous?And exactly what you do. Not. Need.But the heart makes its own rules and a girl has a choice.If he's worth the risk.CALEBTalk about a cluster.She invades a house she claims is hers, while I'm responsible, so, of course, I have to rush in.And she's standing.Naked.With that towel.Doesn't stop there. Just when I'm pulled in other directions, trying to keep my uncle from driving the company into another version of cluster, this girl disrupts. Everything.It's not enough that she's beautiful.That she belongs here more than any woman I've ever known.She has to disrupt the privacy in my cove.The routine of my life.When I need to focus and stop thinking about what she looks like.Naked...

    My life is set and my empire is ready for me to become the Don I was meant to be; until a new girl comes into my city with a saccharine voice and a dark soul. Everything changes when traitors are revealed and old wounds are reopened. The angel becomes the Reaper and I’m willing to end anyone she points me to. _____I am the orphan from Texas fighting to make my life my own. I put my plan into motion; seeking a new life and finding answers for my past in New York. Everything was going as planned until secrets are revealed and blood must be shed. My name is Anastasia Romano and I will have my retribution. _____**TRIGGER WARNING**Before continuing on, please be aware that the Dark Renzetti series contains graphic violence, power control, explicit sexual content, kidnapping, and attempted sexual assault. Each book is on different levels in terms of triggers but all contain them. This book has cussing, alcohol, cigarette, and drug use and is for mature readers only.Thank you!

    Deathmatch.A fight to the death.One winner, one loser.The prize?Her.I didn't like people in my space and now here she was.We both belong to the mafia.When reality comes to slap us in the face revealing things that we didn't know, I'm forced to make a decision.Do I protect her or let them kill her?

    My heart now belongs to him- Antonio Robert Heart, the underboss of the Heart Syndicate that governs over New York and its five boroughs. He rules with an unwavering hand yielding the blade of his knife, but when his strong hands touch me, I become liquid. I melt into his all-consuming prowess.The thing is, he doesn't want me... even though he craves me. AntonioI don’t date. I don’t love. I don’t want marriage and I do not want children. I only allow myself companionship when the desire is there.Lilah Tomlinson was supposed to be one night-one hour at the most. I was a fool.My desire for her prevailed and I let her in... only to find out she has betrayed me. That muscle in my chest, the one she has penetrated and brought to life, it shrivels with the worst kind of anger: WRATH.***This book is a dark romance with strong sexual content and violent scenes. If you are uncomfortable with either of these situations please do not read! 18+Chapter OneANTONIOHer lips feel incredible. Her smile is one of many I have seen gazing up at me from the spare room floor of my penthouse. She licks the corner of her lip. Her smile turns mischievous. I see a glint of craziness flicker in her pupils. Oh, yeah, the next hour or two will be fun. What she doesn't know is that her time is limited. I'll use her just like she is using me. She uses me for who I am-for the stature and clout I hold predominantly in the state of New York, but across the country as well. The society girl just moved up the ladder a couple of notches by getting to spend the night with the infamous Antonio Heart, the bad boy of New York City. Though, she is only getting a couple hours out of me. I sound arrogant as fuck, I know, but it is what it is and will always be that way. I use her only for what she was genetically born with. There will be no insta-love at the end of this transaction. She is disposable. I'll throw her out before she can take that post orgasmic breath. My fingers grip the brown hair at the back of her head. I let my knees relax and sink into the rhythm of her ministrations, allowing her to freely perform for me. Because that’s what this is. A performance, an act… it’s all fake. I need what she has, and she wants what I can give her. I'll give her that minute she needs to make herself feel good. Then I'll take over. No one but one man governs me. Whether she thinks it or not right now, I am in control. I am always in control. I let my eyes close, letting myself feel what's happening to my body. Damn. It's been a minute. I release a breath, relaxing further. Between being exhausted of spending time with self-boasting, fake women that fall into the starfish position and wait for the magic to happen when they get here, and redoing my newly acquired club, Temptations, I can't remember the last time I actually enjoyed a blowjob. Another minute passes before I’ve had enough. She is lucky I have let her have this long. I hear the familiar chirp from my phone sitting on the edge of the mattress, alerting me of an incoming message. I ignore the first chirp but then three more consecutive alerts sound. My blood starts flowing, becoming a virulent serpentine gliding through my veins. Not from the woman on her knees in front of me, although she is pretty talented with her tongue, but because I know that those consecutive messages are ones I have been waiting for. I need to move this along. She’s playing with me, which was fine for the moment, but now it’s not. I’m halfway there. My fingers twist in her overly stiff hair she primped to what she thought was perfection for a night out club hopping. I knock her hands away from my swelled length and let my hips take over. The repetitive flexing of my hips progress to a faster speed as the seconds tick. She lets out a long moan. My phone chirps again and again. My shoulders tense because of the alerts and my thighs mirror my shoulders. I am close. I can feel it in my bones, they got him. I need to hurry this along. With three more thrusts, I plunge as deep as I can with a release so strong my knees almost buckle. She gasps at the sudden unexpected surge of salty heat. No warning was needed. She knew what she was down there for. My energy is momentarily zapped. My breathing is still heavy when in one swift moment, I pull from the warmth of her mouth, tuck myself away, refasten the zipper to my slacks, and lunge for my phone. I hear her whine from behind me. I take the steps away, creating more distance. Always alert, I hear her fumble. I turn back and glance at her. I shouldn’t have turned my back on her to begin with. My screen comes to life with the print of my finger and so does my lineage. A lifelong blood oath is now rapidly flowing through my veins with the speed of revenge as its leader. I’m re-energized from the thrill of the business that awaits. I survey the woman that holds my semen in the hollow of her insides. “Time to go.” I reach down and grab her purse off the bed and toss it to her. Her mouth flaps open, becoming unhinged. Quickly, she snaps it shut. Her eyes become slits and her jaw tenses, clenching with each fuck you sentence forming in her head. Before she can formulate those words, I advance in her direction. “I said it’s time to go. I won’t tell you again…” I add insult to injury when I can’t remember her name. Honestly, I don’t think I even asked her what her name was. It didn’t matter, she won’t get a second go with me. I have my regulars. They know the deal.I’m in. I’m out.“You don’t even know my name!” She slaps her purse against her thigh.“No. Now get out!” ********I slammed the gearshift into first gear. My black Testoni-covered foot hits the accelerator with force. With a jerk of the wheel, I peel out into the back alley, black tread left behind to melt into the asphalt. I speed through the city streets, heading towards the warehouse that holds my men and the man they captured–the rat that betrayed the family. The closer I get to my second home the more the usual smell of iron and sea air fills my senses. The metallic sting is an igniter to every fiber of my being and a catalyst for an explosion of electrifying currents that snap every nerve ending. Every single time that distinct smell fills the air, it punches me in the gut and brings me right back to my first kill–the day I became a Made Man. It was the same day I made my boss proud and my father mournful. My cherry was popped with a man who betrayed the family. A man who pledged his allegiance to protect and serve. The price for his disloyalty was his life. My father gave me the honor and without a second glance, at the age of fifteen, I took the offered gun from my predecessor, the one he had engraved with my name, the one I still have today sitting in my safe at home, and I put a bullet right between the rat’s eyes as I recited our family motto. Family is everything.Family protects you.Without family, you have nothing.If you betray one of us, you betrayed all of us.

    Brainy brings bossy to his knees.Eve Slater is brilliant. She’s also my former intern, one I did my best to ignore because she was off limits and waaaay too tempting.She’s even more delectable now and the reigning queen of gaming tech in Seattle. Our chance encounter at Club Temptation ignites a fire between us.It was just a kiss. Nothing but a kiss, and it nearly brought me to my knees. She’s not off limits any more, and I’m not about to let her slip away.I’m accustomed to money, power and influence getting me what I want. Except Eva doesn’t care. Before I know it, I’m fighting for her, fighting to win the only woman who wants me for everything except my image.

    

    Yesterday, I was just a CIA languages geek, safe behind a desk. I thought I wanted a taste of the action.Then I met him.Luka. Arms dealer. Russian mafia. A man who'll kill to get what he wants. And he wants me.Now I'm on a plane to Moscow with orders to "accidentally" run into him again. Seduce him. Sleep with him.I can’t control myself when I’m near him. And if he finds out who I really am, I'm dead. 18+ due to steamy scenes. Trigger advisory inside book.

    Accepting her fathers offer to love and protect her was an honor. And I would honor that until the day I died. No matter the outcome of it all I’d never stop loving or protecting her. I’d begun this journey running for my life the night he saved me. I was scared and desperate for salvation. Now… he’s my world, the air I breath, the one and only person I’d ever allow to hold my soul in the palm of his protective hand. Love isn’t easy, but this love… this love is inconceivable, irrevocable, undeniable, unyielding, and immortal.

    Hades incarnate.They say he stole me.Usurped my fiancé and filled the cracks in my heart with empty promises.Imprinted his crimson fingerprints on my psyche and tried to set me free.They’re not wrong, per se.Except it was my choice to stay.KalTo most, Elena Ricci is an innocent.Goddess of springtime, lover of poetry, angel of my nightmares.Little one. Persephone personified.They say I ruined her.Shattered her virtue and devoured her soul like a succulent pomegranate.Embedded my evil as deep as I could possibly get and tried to set her free.They’re not wrong, per se.Except it was she who ruined me.**Promises and Pomegranates is a full-length, standalone, dark contemporary romance based loosely on the framework/characters from the Hades and Persephone myth. It features mature themes, explicit scenes, triggers, and strong language. If you’re not a reader of the genre, this book may not be suitable for you. Reader discretion is advised.