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He was a monster, a killer, the type of man my brothers kept me away from.
Gio, my sister-in-law's brother and the head of the West Coast Cosa Nostra, was family and off-limits.
Maybe that was why I was so drawn to him. Violence and death clung to him like he was born in the pits of hell, and he thrived on it.
Despite everything, I started a relationship with the devil himself, and I fell in love.
I had to keep it a secret, knowing my brothers would kill Gio if they found out.
But when I discovered I was pregnant, hiding it was impossible.
To make matters worse, Gio and my brothers found themselves entangled with a dangerous new syndicate.
It was a situation that threatened to ignite chaos and conflict, involving everyone I cared about.
Including my new forbidden lover and the baby we were bringing into this hell on earth.

I needed to make some extra money. And selling my body online was the fastest way to make that happen. But then I found out my uncle was a client–and what he wanted from me was a straight-up threesome with not only him, but my father—his twin—as well.

He was my big brother… but only by five minutes. As my twin, he was the one person I was closest to. And we were about to get even closer. And tonight, my big brother and his teammate were going to make a different kind of touchdown…and that was with me.

I was arranged to marry a monster—the heir to the Italian mafia throne. I didn’t want him, but he’d take what he wanted from me, regardless. It wasn’t just for better or worse. He was also my first cousin

Fina has one plan in mind for the night… a big glass of wine and a good movie. Her uncle has other plans during his surprise visit.

She’s always been close with her brother and father. It’s time the three of them got even closer.

It was supposed to be a fun evening at the Halloween carnival, but I ended up being stalked by a masked stranger the entire night.
He found me in the haunted house and gave me that first forced touch.
He caught me at the bouncy house and used his mouth and knife on me, making me feel good, even though I tried to hate it.
And when he chased me through the woods, calling me his prey, I didn’t know if it was the fear or the excitement and anticipation that made me run faster.
His kinks were unmatched. Dark and depraved.
They were just for me.
He called me his little rabbit.
He told me to run. He wanted to chase me, to hunt me down.
And when he caught me, he’d do whatever he wanted to me.

I was happy when my father found love again.

What I hated was that his new wife was not only the same age as me but I was pretty sure she was a sea witch created solely to make my life as miserable as possible.

A wedding should have been a joyous time. Instead, I kicked back the champagne until my inhibitions were shot and let a much older man lead me to a darkened corner and give me the best sex I’d ever had.

That one-night stand should have been just that, but it was hard not to think about the silver fox who gave me more orgasms than I thought were humanly possible.

It wasn't until a family dinner when my new step-mother invited her father over that I realized the man I let screw my brains out was none other than her father.

I should have felt shame for what I’d done, that forbidden encounter that lived rent free in my head. But instead the only thought that crossed my mind was…

Take my daddy, I’ll take yours.

He broke into my house, watched me sleep.

He was dressed in black and wore a mask, telling me I could run but he’d catch me.

I knew he only wanted one thing, and he wouldn’t leave until he got it.

To use me.

It was just the tip… of his tongue on my body, his weapon at my throat. It was just the tip of sweetness and fear that held me close and refused to let me go.

I was frightened of the lengths he’d go, of how close he’d take me to the edge. I didn’t know if he’d throw me over or embrace me in the darkness.

All I could do was surrender. It was bittersweet and an encounter I didn’t know if I’d live to see the end of.

Tego dnia Linda Morris została upokorzona na oczach współpracowników i wyrzucona z pracy. Wściekły szef nie dał jej najmniejszej szansy na wyjaśnienie sytuacji. Ale kilka dni później Linda mogła uznać, że zła passa mija. Dostała zaproszenie na rozmowę o pracę, były szef zaoferował jej miesięczną odprawę, a do tego została umówiona na obiecującą randkę z nieznajomym. Nieznajomy okazał się wyjątkowo przystojnym, zajmującym i inteligentnym mężczyzną. Linda jednak nie spodziewała się, że spotka go już następnego dnia, na rozmowie o pracę. Przystojniak nazywał się Jason Shelby i został jej nowym szefem.

Jason szybko docenił kompetencje swojej nowej asystentki. Była bystra, profesjonalna i błyskawicznie nauczyła się wykonywania swoich obowiązków. Ale było w niej coś więcej. Uroda, wdzięk, wspaniała inteligencja... i ta osobowość. Pociągała go tak, jak żadna inna kobieta. Musiał ją mieć. Musiał ją zdobyć. Dla niej był gotów zaryzykować wiele, włączając w to złamanie zasad panujących w firmie. Kiedy się zorientował, że Linda odwzajemnia jego uczucia, było już za późno, aby się wycofać. Nikt ani nic na świecie nie mogłoby go powstrzymać. Wydawało mu się, że czekał na Lindę całe życie.

Linda najbardziej ze wszystkiego pragnęłaby zatracić się w namiętnych pocałunkach Jasona. Był taki przystojny, ambitny, imponujący. Miał cudowne ciemne oczy i seksowny niski głos. Linda obserwowała go ukradkiem... i coraz bardziej zdawała sobie sprawę, że romans z szefem jest niewłaściwy i świadczy o braku profesjonalizmu. Tym razem bardzo chciała, aby rozum wygrał z sercem. Postanowiła nakreślić granice.

Ale Jason był gotów na wszystko, by ją zdobyć.

Nigdy nie słuchaj głosu serca.

They didn’t care who got me pregnant… just that one of them did. The first time I saw the beasts, I’d wandered off and gotten lost. But I hadn't been alone. Not the entire time. I’d been found, just not by something that was human. Bear-beasts. They were myths whispered amongst the villagers and that parents told their children before bed to keep them inside, to make them fearful of what lurked in the dark. Seven-foot-tall creatures covered in fur, with sharp claws, fangs, and the strength of a hundred men. But the creature kept me safe and led me out of the woods. I never saw it again, but I felt it—no, I felt them —watching me. Following…

The first time I met Dmitry Petrov, he was making a deal for my sister’s hand in marriage with his brother.
I should have hated him for that alone, but when he stopped my father from hitting me, my young heart felt something new and wonderful for the first time.
It was this incurable sensation that consumed me at his protection.
But he was nearly fifteen years older than me, more dangerous than any man I’d ever met, and only saw me as his sister-in-law’s younger sibling.
And when he was arrested and thrown into jail, five long years passed. I refused to give up the notion that one day he’d see me as a woman—a woman he wanted. So I wrote to him daily, confided in him, told him about what was going on in my life, what I hated and loved. I did this all in the hopes he’d write back, wishing he’d want me the way I wanted him.
But year after year passed with no response. Until that changed. Until he wrote back. Dmitry was cruel and harsh, saying things that should have made me cry. Not make me want him more.
I knew I was playing with fire, sending a criminal pictures of myself after my eighteenth birthday, thinking about him as I did private things alone in my room. But he was a virus deep inside of me, and there was no cure for what I had.
And then my life completely changed when my brother tried to marry me off. I refused to be a pawn in the mafia world, and so my only option was to leave the only home I’d ever known.
But when Dmitry’s released from prison, I came face-to-face with the Russian mafia leader everyone fears. And he made one thing very clear.
I’m his. He’s taking me. And anyone who tries to stop him will die.

Even the beast could get the beauty… he just had to take her.
Anastasia was a Russian mafia princess.
I was unworthy to even look at her.
But that didn’t stop a bond, a friendship to form between us. She was the only good and right thing in my painful, brutal life. She was the only one who could look at my bruises and wounds and see I wasn’t a total waste of space.
But I was ripped away from her, thrust into the underground world of violence and fighting, molded and shaped to be the ultimate killing machine for the Bratva.
And that’s who I was now.
Razoreniye. Ruin.
Now, ten years later, all of humanity had been stripped from me, all the emotion and empathy that I’d once felt taken away until I was nothing more than the beast who craved blood and had far too many kills tallied up.
But they could never take her away from me. And so I followed her, watched her through her bedroom window, broke into her apartment, and held her as she slept.
I wasn’t a good man. I was carved out from the very devil himself, and although I would never be good enough for Anastasia, that didn’t mean I’d ever let anyone else have her.
So when she was forced to marry another, I did the only thing that made sense.
I took her in the middle of the night and kept her locked up until she realized she was mine and mine alone.

My father sold me off to a ruthless killer in the Russian mafia, an alliance between the Bratva and the Cosa Nostra.
An arranged marriage where I’d be at the mercy of the man who’d no doubt see me as his property, where I was sure he’d be just as cruel and violent as every other Made Man I’d known in my life.
Nikolai Petrov, known to be a sociopath and for killing anyone for the smallest infraction. And I'd be forever tied to him, an accessory he could use or dispose of any way he saw fit.
And then I found myself painted red, my wedding dress stained in blood. A man dead by my husband's hands for simply touching my hair.
I was terrified of the lengths Nikolai would go to get what he wanted… to keep me as his, but despite all of that I felt something far stronger, far more dangerous.
Need. Want. Dark and depraved desire. And it was all for the man who said I was his.
For better or worse.

Sebastian

I was a ruthless monster. A right-hand enforcer to the most powerful sociopathic vampire in the world.

The only thing that mattered was satiating my bloodthirst for killing.

When it came time to take out the Assembly, a group of demented humans who used creatures of the Otherworld for their own sick entertainment, I was ready to litter the ground with their corpses.

And I did my job well.

But when I woke up in the middle of nowhere and realized I’d been thrust into another dimension, the idea of death was a sweet relief.

But then I was found by an unlikely ally. She saved me.

This tiny Fae female with pointed ears, tiny fangs, deep red hair, and freckles that made me hungry and thirsty and dying to see every part of her.

Ada. My mate.

It was an enemies-to-lovers start, where it was her and me against everything else in this dangerous new world.

And for the first time in my life I actually… wanted something for myself. I wanted to protect instead of kill.

I wanted to love instead of hate.

I just didn’t know if I could ever be anything but the villain of my own story.

Odhran


The moment I found her, my fated mate—the only good and right thing in my dark, hollow life—she was taken from me by my enemies.


She was gone, ripped from my arms, a feeling more painful than if my heart had been torn from my chest.


I changed that day. I didn’t see myself as Odhran, loyal soldier to the king of the Scottish Lycans, any longer. I became scarred, emotionless… soulless. 
And over the decades, I became stronger, more deadly.

I turned into a killing machine, a warlord who took lives because mine had no meaning any longer.


I realized I became this male for a reason, a purpose. To take down the organization that stole and enslaved what was mine by right and fate.

And I knew that because I found her. I found them. 
They thought they could take her, keep my mate from me.

They didn’t know I’d destroy them because of it.

Adryan

I was ruthless, brutal. A sociopath by all accounts. The leader of the American Vampire Clan, a male who all feared because I was merciless.

And then I found my mate. Kayla. So fragile. Breakable. So human.

I’d make her mine, and she’d hate me for it. I wanted to give her pain with pleasure, wanted to break her skin and lick up the blood I spilled… take Kayla into me like she’d take me into her.

I’d have her surrendering to my needs. I’d give her my body but wouldn't be able to give her my heart.

How could I when it wasn’t something I had to offer, when I was nothing but a coldhearted killer?

So when the threats come to my front door, it’s time to show my female she’s mated to the most dangerous vampire in the world.

Luna

I was eighteen.
He was over two hundred years old.
I was an inexperienced vampire exploring Eastern Europe by myself.
Banner was the king of the Scottish Lycans.
He was huge. I was small. And he wouldn't take no for an answer.
Talk about a forbidden, age-gap romance.
Our meeting had been nothing short of happenstance, luck of the draw, a strike of fate, or one of the many other things people say when you meet the one person meant to be yours and yours alone.
But we were meant to be together. Fated mates by destiny.
Maybe I should have fought the attraction. Maybe I should have played hard to get. Especially when my Lycan mate was so big and burly, growly and an over-the-top alpha?
But where was the fun in that?

He didn’t have a heart… but he wanted hers.
All I knew about life was anger and violence. Pain and suffering. Kill or be killed.
I was a “fixer” for the Ruin—a syndicate for the Bratva, Cosa Nostra, Cartel, and any other organized crime faction that dealt in the darker, crueler aspects of humanity.
I was a free agent who was called upon to do things weaker men didn’t have the stomach for.
And when you surround yourself with death for long enough, soon you don’t remember what it felt like to be alive.
And then I saw her. She was a fragile little thing who tried to be strong. But I could tell she’d seen too much horror in the world, too much of the ugly within people. I should have stayed away. I’d only bring her further down into the darkness.
But for the first time in my life, I felt a stirring in my chest, this protectiveness and possessiveness toward another living person. And it was painful. It made me feel alive.
Lina tried to hide how broken she was, but I was an old friend of being ruined. She held secrets I’d find out. Because for the first time in my miserable life, I wanted something for myself. I felt something more than apathy and indifference.
I wanted to possess the innocence she clung to. I wanted to break it open and consume it for myself.
I could look into her too trusting blue eyes and knew I’d maim for her. I’d kill for her. And that became our truth when her past finally came back for her, when my present tried to destroy her.
They thought they could take the one thing—the only thing—I’d ever wanted for myself. They were wrong.
When I looked at her, I felt some of the monster that made me who I was retreat back to my black soul. He’d never leave… but he’d share the space.
For her.