At the mercy of the fierce warriors, Roxy feared for her life...until a white stranger claimed her as his wife. His well-fitting buckskins outlined every detail of his tall, muscular body, and the smoldering look in his dark eyes left no doubt of his desire. To secure her freedom, the Indians declared Roxy must share this man's bed along with all the intimacies of a married couple. Could she possibly trust the rough-riding frontiersman to introduce her to the pleasures of being a woman? Torn between duty and desire, society and survival, Roxy was sure of only one thing: he must win her heart before she would fully surrender to being...CALEB'S BRIDE.

    Wild. Reckless. Those were the words that passed through Serena Ward's mind at the moment Julian Raynor entered the gaming Hall. If anyone could penetrate Serena's disguise as a tart--and jeopardize the political fugitives she was delivering to freedom--it would surely be London's most notorious gamester. Yet when the militia storms the establishment in search of traitors, Raynor provides just the pretext Serena needs to escape to an upstairs bedroom. But Serena is playing with fire...and before the night is through she will find herself surrendering to the heat of unsuspected desires. Seductive. Fiery. Treacherous. She had used him for her own scheming purposes, then thrown his generous proposition back in his face. Julian Raynor, a man who had ruthlessly enjoyed his share of women, did not much care to have the tables turned on him. And when he discovered that the passionate beauty who had played his wanton prisoner in bed was none other than Serena Ward, the proud daughter of his bitterest enemy, he saw his chance for revenge--not only on the man who had singlehandedly destroyed his family, but on the woman who haunted his dreams.

    After The End, governments eventually reformed, but countries split into smaller factions. The United States is long gone, replaced by ten distinct territories. Commander Tiernan Archer rules the Northwest Federation, where Madison Cole has lived all her life. Her beauty enchants him, and he requests her as a one-night companion. Madison has an amazing night with the commander, but is dismayed when he wants her to be his personal companion and return with him to Seattle-Archer. Her family needs her, but he gives her little choice about becoming his reluctant companion. At first, it seems impossible that she could ever be happy with the man who forced her to give up her life, but feelings grow between them. Their relationship reaches a fragile new level that could deepen to something neither expected, if betrayal and treason don’t separate the lovers.

    

    She hasn't done anything wrong to me. She seems nice actually, sweet. She’s attractive, that's for sure, but she certainly isn’t trying to capitalize on it. A baggy sweatshirt and a pair of jeans? Maybe it's the UGGS that get under my skin. The screaming designer label on her sweatshirt. Maybe it's the fact that I haven’t stopped fantasizing about what she might look like underneath it.Lauren Percy:Why is he being so rude to me? He has a face that has that boy charm. Dimples, big brown eyes, sandy hair, clear skin. But as I travel to his chest, I can see this is no innocent boy. Through his white t-shirt that grips his biceps, I see the black ink of tattoos. Where I come from, I have never seen a tattoo up close and personal. His hands are calloused, his fingernails slightly bitten, and he has a slight scar on his collarbone, but it’s hard to see under the hemp choker he’s wearing. He's sexy as hell.Colton Masters: “You done staring, Princess?”Lauren Percy: Damn it. Why I am so drawn to him?*****Play Only For Me is a standalone New Adult Romance of two college music majors discovering themselves but ultimately discovering that true love and dreams can come with sacrifice, and that happy endings are not always one-note, scripted, already-heard songs.

    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.

    “The house of horrors,” as I called it, was being blackened by flames. The heat from the fire warmed me, chasing away the frigid cold that had chilled my insides since the night I’d watched my daddy drown my mommy in the claw foot tub she’d loved so much. He’d brought me a doll the day after; as if a new toy could make up for losing a mother. I’d hated him since that day, had wished death upon him a million times and finally my wish was coming true. The monster, my father was dead. There was no way he could have made it out of the house, not after I’d put the sleeping pills Lennox had given me in the drink he’d demanded I fix for him after he’d finished violating me. Unsurprisingly, I felt no remorse about playing a part in his demise because he’d deserved to die. Too bad everybody else wouldn’t feel that way. They would mourn him because they didn’t know the truth. To the citizens of our small town my daddy had been the sheriff. An upstanding citizen. A good guy. To me…he was a murderer. A rapist. A child molester. A monster. I hated him. I was glad he was dead. The sounds of siren had just gotten close enough to hear when suddenly my body became abuzz. Lennox. I could sense him. Turning away from the fire I searched the darkness. I found him perched in his tree house two doors down. I called his name, barely above a whisper. Acting as if he’d heard me, he flicked the Zippo lighter he carried everywhere. In the brightness of the flame, his face became visible for a split second then disappeared. A tiny smile came to my lips. He’d done a horrible, horrible thing for me and for that he'd always have my undying devotion.

    Even though she can never be more to him than a servant, no matter what his heart wants. He is not the man she believes him to be, and his secrets are best kept hidden behind his titled façade.Christiana soon discovers that the lad she once adored has grown into a formidable stranger, a soul-hardened veteran of the Alexandrian Crusade with an appetite for debauchery and little else. She resolves to use his weakness by offering herself in exchange for freedom. But Beckett masters her body with a skill that makes leaving him seem a punishment--until his intended bride enters the picture.When Christiana is abducted by masked horsemen, her rescuers are even more frightening to behold. They are led by a mysterious knight in blackened mail. With little thought to the consequences, Christiana rewards the dark knight's gallantry. Too late she realizes whose heart she's broken. Warning: Chivalry forsaken for fleshly pleasures. A knight, three obliging wenches, and an envious witness to the bed play. Spanking administered by a demanding lord. And a maiden who discovers that, indeed, size does matter.

    Please be advised. This book is 452 pages long. ROI & REIN DU SANG BLURB Alexandre Marseille was born during the Hundred Year War in France, a member of the royal House of Valois. His parents, both ruthless underworld monarchs, instilled endurance in their children above all else. Yet, while most of his family perished over time, he remained a survivor. For a 400-year-old vampire, staying in power has its share of challenges. Alexandre has now established his empire in New York City, living an opulent life and running a successful law firm. But his ultimate goal is one alone: to find his soulmate, his bestowed Blood Queen. Once he sets eyes on Venus Anderson, Professor of Art History, he will stop at nothing to get her, and the relentless, sensual pursuit begins. Venus Margaret Anderson remembers vividly what it was like to be human. To smell the yellow Jessamine flowers and feel the warm sun on her flesh in the South Carolina heat. But being human sometimes meant she wasn’t treated humanely at all ... for Venus once lived as a slave, on a plantation owned by a cruel master. Until the day she made her escape to freedom, changing her destiny forever… The two twisted soulmates are bitten from the same bloody cloth, but it will take all the demons of Hell and all the prayers in Heaven to convince Venus that Alexandre is not always the ruthless monster he appears to be. Separate, they are forces to be reckoned with; together, they are an explosive power couple destined to leave an indelible, blood-stained mark upon the world. But, with all good things, there are those who wait in the shadows, working their black magic to drain and destroy this love at the onset, casket officially closed... Will Venus step into her destiny and become the Reine Du Sang she was born twice to be? Will Alexandre Marseille prove to her he is capable of love, and that he can provide the sacrifice, training, and protection she so desperately deserves? Turn the pages of this bloody, hell-bound book to find out!

    Today, he's a murderer. Yesterday, she was America's sweetheart; the wholesome first daughter of a beloved former president, a rising star without so much as a whisper of a scandal attached to her name. Today, she's an accomplice. Vanessa doesn't know why these words flew out of her mouth when Charles is accused of murdering his wife in cold blood, but she's said them, and she isn't taking them back. "He was with me all night." Power Games is unsuitable for sensitive readers.

    He's my best friend, protector, and self-appointed guardian rolled into one.A solid rock I can always rely on. The first person I can count on to show up when needed. The one guy who proudly proclaims he can read me like an open book.And yet...he remains oblivious to my feelings for him.But maybe that's a good thing. Because as much as I want him to know what I feel, I don't want to risk our friendship. I can't risk losing him.So I do the next best thing I can think of: say 'yes' to a date with Foster Allen. He's cute, funny, and seems like a great guy. In short, the perfect candidate to help me move on.Now, if only Weston would stop acting like a possessive boyfriend around him...

    One world sees me as a successful business man. Owen Mason, an upstanding pillar of the community. My brothers back home know the real me. Brick, a member of the Lost Souls MC. One of the last people you want to see come through your door.I’m no good for her and nine years too old, but I’ve had a thing for Eva Kennedy for way longer than I’ll admit. One night is all it takes for me to lose focus and take what I’ve always wanted. I know I owe my pound of flesh for what I’ve done, but it’s done now and she’s mine. I don’t care about anyone that thinks they’re going to stand in the way of that. I’ll put you to ground for coming between me and my woman.I’ve been in love with Brick since I was a little girl, but he doesn’t know it. I didn’t think he knew I existed in the first place. However, I find out a lot during one of my epic Eva situations, that Brick is sent to get me out of. I’m stuck in a bathroom the night Brick bursts the little bubble I live in. Now I don’t know which way is up from down. I just know that everywhere I turn he’s there.I just hope he makes it when I really need him. This one moment is the only one that counts.Source: Bluesaffire.com

    

    He calls himself Poe, and he invites only the most corrupt to his game.The invitations arrive with masks made of human skin. Participants must dress for a masquerade ball and go to a specific nightclub where a riddle is given. Each hour, a guest will die, if the riddle isn’t solved. No one can contact the police.However, Poe makes a grave mistake by inviting two people—Shadow and Lyric.Shadow towers over most, wields power like the devil, and holds the city in his hands. Wanting to be steps ahead of this killer, Shadow joins forces with the one person he believes can discover Poe’s identity—Lyric Blue. Once, she was Shadow’s lover and the brain of his operations. But then Lyric chose her morality and pushed him away. Still, there’s an enduring attraction that weaves them together. United, they attend the ball, ready to beat the game.Secrets are revealed. Bodies pile up. Every death from an unsolved riddle comes with a clue. And a story unravels, exposing victims and betrayal that no one could have ever imagined.

    No woman's heart is safe from the Silver Devil. From the moment he sees the beautiful Felicia, he must have her. Overnight he changes Felicia's nightmare world of tavern drudgery into an erotic adventure as his royal mistress. He is the Duke of Cabria who holds his subjects in constant fear. He is troubled. He is ruthless. And Felicia is hopelessly in love with him - though at times he seems like the devil incarnate.…