When Caroline Randall showed up at my door with the Italian mob after her and nowhere else to go, I took her in. Then I took off my belt and taught her what happens to naughty girls who get themselves in over their heads and need their best friend's dad to bail them out.

He made me his before I even knew his name. When a gorgeous brute with piercing eyes and a body meant for sin washed up at my lakeshore beach, everything about him screamed out in warning. But I was still soaking wet and ready for him when he stripped me bare, his mouth, his hands, and his belt all demanding my complete surrender.

On a dark, stormy night, a stranger stripped me bare in my own hotel room, spanked my ass red, and then pinned me to the bed and turned my most shameful fantasies into raw, filthy reality.

Until today I knew Nico Marciano only as my godfather, the man who provided for me since my father's death when I was a little girl. But when I witnessed a brutal mob killing and my life was put in danger, I quickly discovered that he's also one of the most powerful mafia dons in Sicily.

When Valerio Royal decided I would be accompanying him to his private island, he didn't ask. He just dragged me onto his plane bound and blindfolded with my ass still sore from a spanking. Then, after he finished making me come until I almost passed out, he asked me to marry him. Supposedly it would be just a temporary arrangement, a way to save his business empire in return for some desperately needed cash for me, but I've seen the look in his eyes when he's inside me.

When I caught her sneaking into my home, I thought Raven was just a girl doing a silly sorority dare, so I set her bare ass on fire with my belt and then taught her a much more shameful lesson. My seed was already dripping down her thighs before I learned she's my enemy's daughter. That's when I decided I would be keeping her. And that I'd be making her my bride.

Birthdays. I loathed them. Especially when my best friend’s present included a tarot card reading. Skeptical, when I was warned I’d meet a dangerous wolf who would change my life, I laughed. Dating was the last thing on my mind. However, the young woman was right.

Maxwell Powers swept into my life after my father was gunned down, but the moment those piercing blue eyes caught mine, I knew he would be doing more than just avenging his old friend.

D'Artagnan Conti was born into poverty, raised to be a soldier in my father's savage regime. I grew up in luxury, longing to escape my family's cruel machinations, and the young man with sapphire eyes and the voice of an angel became not just my forbidden crush but my everything. Then he was taken from me, killed in a brutal attack by our enemies. Or so I was led to believe....

Ruthless and brutal, I was considered nothing but a cold-hearted beast, a man with no conscience, incapable of caring for anyone. My family's dark, mafia regime had a merciless hold on Miami, our wealth and savagery well known. There was no room for emotions, no heart of soul allowed and that was fine by me. When I was notified I'd been willed my estranged grandfather's ranch in Colorado, it became just another acquisition in my powerful estate.

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.

When he invited me to join him for a drink, I thought Alessandro was an ordinary guest at my family's hotel. I didn't know I belonged to him until he told me right there in the restaurant. I thought I had a say in the matter. But when I stood up to leave, it just earned me a sore bottom for the plane ride to New York, where our wedding was already planned for the next day. But I was soaking wet for him before he even walked me down the aisle.

Elizabeth "Bitsy" Thayer considers herself a modern-day woman with a 1950s flair. Mixing in her penchant for pin-up style day dresses and a bold red lip, she's in her last year of law school, living on her own in an apartment she loves, and dating a respectable guy. If only her boyfriend were the one starring in her dreams each night. No, that honor goes directly to her brother's roommate, teammate, and best friend: Henry "Hank the Tank" DuBois.

Piper Green was known as a bookworm, her nose always buried in the pages of some novel or textbook. She had grown used to being called that, even by her college bully. But one fateful night, everything changed. While at a football game, Piper stumbled upon a group of drunk men harassing a young girl. Without hesitation, she stepped in and saved the girl from harm's way. As fate would have it, the girl turned out to be none other than the sister of Piper's bully.

After a car wreck on an icy winter morning, I had no idea the man who saved my life would turn out to be the heir to a powerful mafia family, let alone that I'd be forced into marrying him.

Meet Randi Burnett—she’s brilliant, she’s beautiful, and she works for the bride. Missing groom? Intoxicated in-laws? Crying ring-bearer? You name it, she wrangles it. Too bad her personal life isn’t thriving like her side gig as a bridesmaid for hire. Recently dumped, Randi throws herself into her biggest challenge yet when she’s hired as a maid of honor and pretend best friend for an ice queen bride. There’s just one problem—the best man is infuriating, overprotective, and anti-marriage.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Hattie Murton never dreamed of TV stardom. A straight-from-a-fairytale encounter with a casting agent somehow landed her a part on what she’d thought would be a one-off pilot for Leicester Square…

He made me his before I even knew his name. When a gorgeous brute with piercing eyes and a body meant for sin washed up at my lakeshore beach, everything about him screamed out in warning. But I was still soaking wet and ready for him when he stripped me bare, his mouth, his hands, and his belt all demanding my complete surrender.

When Caroline Randall showed up at my door with the Italian mob after her and nowhere else to go, I took her in. Then I took off my belt and taught her what happens to naughty girls who get themselves in over their heads and need their best friend's dad to bail them out.

She began as my obsession. I made her my possession. As the oldest brother of the most brutal crime family in Chicago, whatever I want is mine to take. Including her. The first time I heard Emily Martin play, the strains of her cello soothed the beast inside in a way nothing ever has before. With a single look at her angelic face, she became my obsession, and from that moment on, I knew nothing would keep me from making her mine and mine alone. But taking her captive wasn't enough. I needed her complete submission.

When I caught her sneaking into my home, I thought Raven was just a girl doing a silly sorority dare, so I set her bare ass on fire with my belt and then taught her a much more shameful lesson. My seed was already dripping down her thighs before I learned she's my enemy's daughter. That's when I decided I would be keeping her. And that I'd be making her my bride.

When Valerio Royal decided I would be accompanying him to his private island, he didn't ask. He just dragged me onto his plane bound and blindfolded with my ass still sore from a spanking. Then, after he finished making me come until I almost passed out, he asked me to marry him. Supposedly it would be just a temporary arrangement, a way to save his business empire in return for some desperately needed cash for me, but I've seen the look in his eyes when he's inside me.

Emily Porter saw me kill a man who betrayed my family, and she helped put me behind bars. But someone with my connections doesn't stay in prison long, and she is about to learn the hard way that there is a price to pay for crossing the boss of the King dynasty. A very, very painful price.... She's going to cry for me as I blister that beautiful bottom, then she's going to scream for me as I ravage her over and over again, taking her in the most shameful ways she can imagine. But leaving her well-punished and well-used is just the beginning of what I have in store for Emily.

When he invited me to join him for a drink, I thought Alessandro was an ordinary guest at my family's hotel. I didn't know I belonged to him until he told me right there in the restaurant. I thought I had a say in the matter. But when I stood up to leave, it just earned me a sore bottom for the plane ride to New York, where our wedding was already planned for the next day. But I was soaking wet for him before he even walked me down the aisle.

If you're forced to come to an arrangement with someone as dangerous as Jagger Calduchi, it means he's about to take what he wants, and you'll give it to him...even if it's your body. I got caught snooping where I didn't belong, and Jagger made me an offer I couldn't refuse. A week with him where his rules are the only rules, or his bought-and-paid-for cops take me to jail.

Maxwell Powers swept into my life after my father was gunned down, but the moment those piercing blue eyes caught mine, I knew he would be doing more than just avenging his old friend.

Our first meeting was at a nightclub, and it was something straight out of my most romantic fantasies. My ovaries exploded at the sight of the Russian God. And by God, I mean he was ripped, tall, dark, and deadly attractive. There were enough sparks between us to light up a city. Then an explosion blasted through the nightclub, and we got trapped together for three hours, sharing our most personal details...everything but our names. Two years later, our second meeting is the complete opposite of the first. It's clear Misha Petrov, a Russian enforcer for the bratva, despises me.