Once upon a time there lived three men bonded by darkness and pain. Each fighting a past that wants to drown them. All of them damaged and broken. None of them complete. Until her.

After finding out the baby his fiancée is carrying is not biologically his, Theo Reeves leaves town and vows to never come back. That is until, 22 years later he returns to handle his late mother’s estate. The hatred of being back in his hometown drives him to a dive bar just outside city limits. A night he planned on spending alone and drinking away the memories, is interrupted by a blonde half his age he can't help but be drawn to. Something about her green eyes and the way she despises this town nearly as much as he does, has him wanting to make some reckless decisions.

After years of sabotaging my body and blaming my family for the loss of my love, I've refused to be a part of our Mafia involvement. Then my usual Indulgence service arrives, and for the first time in years, my body comes alive. I can feel. The only problem is the girl in my arms. The one I crave is not the girl I ordered. No, it's my stepdaughter.

Carrie might be lost, but she's exactly where she needs to be—in the big tattooed arms of a hot possessive mountain man. This obsessive alpha knows how to treat a city girl right!

My mother is getting remarried and I was originally thrilled. Not only was I getting a new stepfather, but I’m getting a stepbrother too. My enthusiasm left when I saw Tanner Lawson walk into the room. He’s my new stepbrother. My new filthy-mouthed, dirty-talking, obsessed-with-me stepbrother. I’ve always been a good girl. But my tattoo-covered, rule-breaking stepbrother is bringing out a new side of me. He knows how to push every button. He says we’re family now and we have to share everything. This is so wrong. It’s so filthy. But why does it feel so good?

When Ashton moved to London, it broke my heart. I was only fourteen, but I was in love. I haven't seen him in four years. But now my father is getting married, and he's back. My feelings haven't changed, but I have. I'm not a scrawny little girl anymore. I have thick hips and curves. And once my father's best friend sees them, well, let's just say he becomes more caveman than best man. He can't take his eyes off me during the ceremony. He can't keep his hands off me during dinner. And every chance he gets, he's pulling me into storage closets and kitchens and alleys to..."celebrate".

Wherever I am, I'm the biggest guy in the room. People don't just gawk when they see me. They keep their distance, which is fine by me. Why do you think I bought a fixer-upper in the country? I don't mind the manual labor, just like I don't mind the solitude. I've got my own business and projects, and no room for anything—or anyone—else. That is, until an angel shows up on my doorstep, clutching a month-old advert touting a room for rent in my house.

My dad is in big trouble. He owes money to the most powerful man on the East Coast, and he can't pay. When I approach Mr. Connolly and try to take over the loan, he has a different idea. He's willing to wipe off the debt if I submit to him. I have to do what he commands, when he commands it. I think this over-the-top alpha male is a little obsessed with me. Good thing I love every second of it...

There was a fire in the break room. And I started it. Mr. Wallis is going to kill me. He takes one look at me and my blushing cheeks and says he's going to punish me his way. We're far enough from civilization that no one can hear me scream. Or moan. Or beg for more.

Eriu Quinn is off-limits. Too young. Too innocent. And far too forbidden. Her father is the head of the Irish Mob. And I'm just her bodyguard tasked to keep her safe. She's my job, but she's also a maddening temptation. One I need to stay away from. But I underestimate that feisty little spitfire. She creeps under my skin. Pushes all of my buttons. Until I unravel...