Kieran Murphy is an Irish mob boss and one of the most powerful men in Boston. When he walks me home, people step aside out of respect for him. He could have any woman he wants. So why does he have eyes only for me? Is it how he has to lift my chin with his fingers to keep my eyes level with his when he scolds me and how I cover my bottom instinctively when he tells me that I've earned a spanking? Or is it how I quiver at the thought of everything I'm too ashamed to beg him to do to me? Maybe it's all of those, but I'm pretty sure there's something else too.

It's not every day your dean is a 6'4" dark god with ocean-blue eyes and a dimple. Just looking at him makes my heart pound and my stomach flutter. He's intense, filthy, and forbidden. Not to mention, he's my sister's ex-boyfriend. If I were smart, I'd walk away. Lines are getting blurred. Boundaries are being tested. And rules are about to be broken.

I need a beast. So, that’s exactly what I get. Elijah "The Beast" Stoll. Former football player, former school god, Jacksland town legend. He’s my cousin’s best friend and it’s time to pull in a favor. Maybe if he picks me up after school and I’m seen with him, they’ll lay off me a bit. It’s a pretty good plan. But what I don’t take into account is how protective the beast is. And how utterly obsessed he becomes with me. The football team is screwed. And if I’m lucky, I will be too.

I'm going to teach her what happens when you tempt a dominant professor. I shouldn't be looking at her like this. She's my student. She's 19-years-old. I'm way too old for her. Everything about this is inappropriate...The obsession has taken over. I'm its slave now. She's the teacher's pet and I'm about to give her a lesson she'll never forget. She'll learn that her professor is a possessive one and this won't be done after the semester ends. Because I'm never letting my pet go.

The feral monster will have to be put down. And he'll bring me down with him. My mate is the only one who can save me. But she's not here and I'm running out of time. In desperation, I go to an auction. When I catch a whiff of her delicious scent, my bear nearly loses it. And when I see her on that stage with other men bidding on what's mine, my bear wants to destroy everything and everyone. I won't let him. Not this time.

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.

I didn’t know bridesmaid was code for babysitter for the bride’s brother, but if that’s what my best friend needs of me for her dream wedding to go off without a hitch, that’s what I’ll do. Even if Theo Monroe has been a pain in my rear since third grade. Even if he should be responsible enough to not wreak havoc at his sister’s destination wedding.

I was upgraded to first class on a flight from London to New York. The food, champagne, and service were impeccable. The blue-eyed man sitting next to me, even better. He was suave and intelligent. We talked and laughed, and something clicked. Fate took over and the plane was grounded, and we had an unexpected stopover for the night. With no plans, we made our own.

An arranged marriage isn’t the worst fate for a princess like me. Especially because I’ve been in love with my intended groom since we were children. But when my prince shows up with an American girlfriend instead of an engagement ring, all arrangements are off. The clock is nearing midnight; I won’t turn into a pumpkin, but if I’m not wed by summer’s end, I’ll forfeit my kingdom. Just your typical royal dilemma. Out of sheer desperation, I make a deal with a devilish duke. Rafe de Silva is the prince’s rival and has a plan so ridiculous it just might work.

My new assignment at work: Test out toys. Yup, that kind. Well, technically, it’s to test the app that controls the toys remotely. One problem? The showgirl who’s supposed to test the hardware (as in, the actual toys) joins a nunnery. Another problem? This project is important to my Russian boss, the broody, mouthwateringly sexy Vlad, a.k.a. the Impaler. There’s only one solution: Test both the software and the hardware myself...with his help.