Vlad Kuznetsov is a psychopath—a killing machine. Experimented on from a young age by a mad scientist, he cannot feel anything. No pain. No remorse. No regret. His violent episodes make him a danger to society, so he’s learned to live in the shadows. Alone is safer. Alone means control. Until her. Assisi Lastra. The little nun with fire in her eyes. She should fear him—everyone else does. But instead, she stands toe-to-toe with the devil and dares him to feel.

I think I always knew I was going to die young. Like I had this… silent, invisible clock ticking down to my final moments plastered above my head. Maybe that’s why I was so reckless, crazy. Why I sought after adventure. Why nothing scared me… Except, there was always this… feeling I couldn’t shake that something was in the darkest parts of every corner, under every bed, closet, or room, like a ghost watching me. Waiting to take me. My own, personal reaper. But it was always only during a lightning storm that I could see the outline of my reaper. No scythe.

Welcome to Lionswood Prep, the world's most elite boarding school. Here, old money reigns supreme, and if you can't flaunt your weight in designer labels, you'd better get used to sitting alone. As a poor scholarship student, I know these rules better than anyone. I've perfected the art of pretending I don't envy my classmates' limitless wealth just as well as I've mastered blending into the background.

Welcome to the Lilydale Foundation Center... home of second chances. At least, that's what they tell us it is. It's basically a glorified prison and asylum for the deranged with good alibis. When the police pulled me out of my burning home, along with what was left of my Father, I was deemed broken — even if I was the reason the fire started. So, here I am at my new home. They think they can save us with their fancy facility. But what insane person decided it was a good idea to put a bunch of young, unhinged people together?

She betrayed him, and now he wants revenge against the sister who became his forbidden obsession the second he laid eyes on her. After she sends him to prison for years, he’s free and ready to haunt her.

There is no way back. There is no way. No way back. Not from what we’ve become; Bloodthirsty, vengeful, vile. Some women strive to make their men better, I VOW TO MAKE HIM WORSE. With each life we take, we fall deeper into our own sinister desires. We were never looking for a way out, but in this prison? There is no way back from what we’ve become.

I see her jotting down notes in her little notebook. Psychopath. Deranged. No empathy to be found. She doesn't yet understand just how right she is, but she will. I'm obsessed with her. She consumes my every waking thought. The problem is, she's my therapist. Can she break through to me, or will I end up breaking her?

Obsession was a five-letter word. Ten years in the making. And her name was Emily. But the real question was who was I? When my pretty little pet leaned forward, offered me a view of her cleavage, and tried to make a deal, I said why the hell not? Five days. Thirty minutes. She could ask me anything to her heart’s content. Anything but my name. She had to figure that one out on her own.

She's become my obsession. I hate her for it. I took her for another reason. But now? Now I don't think I'll let her go.

The hunt is what we all crave. Some of us are prey while others are predators. My name is Bree Walker. He calls me little mouse. His name is Mikhail Smirnov. The man without a face. People see him as nothing but a ruthless monster but in him I find salvation. You see I need the beast in him to feel, without it I am simply the walking dead. Let the hunt begin.

It’s complicated. Two years ago, he broke my heart when he left me to do his father’s bidding. After months of crying, I finally accepted he was gone and wasn’t going to look back. That maybe he’d never loved me at all. I never wanted to see Luca again. Now, a cruel twist of fate has signed me over to him in a heartless deal. I’m his. He thinks he did me a favor, but I feel like I’ve been given a death sentence. He doesn't want to get married because he still loves me. No, he did it for money. More power.

Ronan: This world was never meant for me—a shadowed figure wandering, fueled by carnal desires until I am destined for hell. And I embrace it wholeheartedly. But then she came into the picture after my successful hunt at a local coffee shop. She offered me a simple act of kindness, and in that moment, I was consumed by her. My obsession with Everly knows no bounds, and there is no escape. Her fate is to become one with me, bound by darkness and consumed by our twisted desires.

I love the dead—a passion for them if you will. There’s nothing like cutting, collecting, and storing parts of them in jars. Can you keep a secret for me? What I’m doing is immoral, but I’ve found someone special to love. If anyone were to find out… You know what? Let’s hope that never happens, because it’s Illegal!

From the moment I spotted him on the side of the road, I knew he was trouble. Now I'm kneeling at the mercy of a masked devil with my boyfriend's blood on my hands. He tells me to call him Saint because he saved me... that I should be thankful he spared me a worse fate. I'm tempted to fight him or bargain. But when Saint tells me to run, a twisted part of me wonders if he'll chase.

A masterpiece of unruly auburn curls, fiery eyes, and a spirit that can set the world ablaze. She is also the unfortunate driver I have to exploit to make my escape. I've been many things in my life—convict, murderer, psychopath. But the one thing I've never been is attached. She is supposed to be a means to an end. A less conspicuous way to travel. But amidst the chaos, we find a twisted serenity in each other's arms, making me want to keep her forever... if we can survive this.

Murderer. Unhinged. Remorseless. Insane. I’ve been called it all while rotting away in a maximum security psych ward, imprisoned for my crimes. When I’m given a chance to escape this hell, it’s an offer I can’t refuse. I’m transferred to Blackwood Institute, purgatory for the dangerous and disturbed. The deal is simple. Complete the three-year experimental program and you’re free to leave. I have no such intentions. People like me; we’re born to die. There’s no life for me out there. I’ll do whatever it takes to end my pitiful existence.

I never meant to lie to my parents about my job—I only wanted to make them proud. So when Dad asks me to return to New York to manage the renovation of a townhouse he owns, I can't say no, even though I'm in way over my head. But the real challenge comes in the form of Kyle, the gruff and ruggedly-handsome foreman, eighteen years my senior and my father's best friend. We clash on everything, except for the chemistry that sizzles between us—chemistry he stubbornly denies.

Three steamy age gap mafia instalove romances full of spice and feels.

She is beautiful. I'm obsessed with her. I will light the world on fire before anyone takes her from me.

I love the dead—a passion for them if you will. There’s nothing like cutting, collecting, and storing parts of them in jars. Can you keep a secret for me? What I’m doing is immoral, but I’ve found someone special to love. If anyone were to find out… You know what? Let’s hope that never happens, because it’s Illegal!

For the Love of Layla is a dark psychological stalker romance…Her—How do you cope when you find out the person you entrusted your heart to is a monster? A wolf in sheep’s clothing. I did what I thought was the right, logical thing... I ran. Little did I know nothing was ever going to be that easy and he had no intention of letting me go. Him—The day she left she took a piece of me, hell she took everything I ever was and ever dreamt of being. I've always been a little...different. Inflicted with a chronic need to fixate on things.

Elowen is cursed: she kills with a brush of her fingertips. Her worst fear is hurting the boy she cares for—and her second-worst is the attention of the Raven Lord. Maelor is the lethally beautiful leader of the witch-hunters. And now, he seems like he knows her secrets. When he arrests her, her only hope is to survive a series of brutal trials. Ninety-nine out of a hundred will die, and magic is strictly forbidden. Strangely, Maelor is immune to Elowen’s touch. The Raven Lord claims to want to help her. But as she spends more time with him, she discovers he has a dark secret of his own.

After Evelyn’s father was brutally murdered with no justice, she takes it upon herself to take down those responsible. Just shy of her 18th birthday, she is recruited for a special ops team, where she is given the resources she needs to take down the monster who killed her father. With her trusted team of Badger, Arrow, Buddha , Zombie and Chief, who have all been affected by Ricci Enterprises, work together to find, to hunt down, and eliminate the Butcher. What she wasn’t expecting?

From the moment my twin sister set her eyes on Matteo, she decided he was the one. We were just kids, but that didn’t matter to her. In her heart, she believed they were destined to be together. So when their arranged engagement was announced, no one was surprised. At least, that’s what I thought. But lately, something had felt off. Wherever I went, Matteo was there. Lurking in the dark, concealed in the shadows, always watching.

Creating our fantasy jars filled with love notes of our secret desires was a way to revive the monotonous routine that had become our marriage. But pulling that little piece of paper with my husband's most desired secret was a shock I wasn’t prepared for.

This is what I have been training for. Finding my mate after months of practicing the art of wooing the human who is scientifically best suited for me. I am too old to feel this nervous about meeting her in person for the first time, but that won't stop me. Now when she wakes up, I just have to convince her we are meant to be. Will she still accept me after taking her away from Earth?

They tricked me into a dark and unholy union. Three bastards in witch hats, leather pants, and iron masks. These supernatural stalkers have claimed me for their coven. They won't go away. These assholes will. not. leave. All because I fell for an urban legend: touch the Witch's Tree on a moonless night and discover magic. Wholesome magic like: kinky rituals, blood sacrifice, and jizz potions. Oh, and a forest god who eats people—while they're still alive and screaming. Send help, and I'll send cupcakes.

I want her dead. Everything within me howls to destroy that pretty little mortal so that I can claim her deliciously tarnished soul. When I’m done with her, she will be writhing underneath me, sinning like a bad little mortal should. But no matter how much I long to kill her now, I must wait until she completes the Death Trials my father, The Devil, challenged her to win. Only then will she claim the title of ‘Deaths New Pet’, and I become free to do whatever the hell I want with her.

In retrospect, it might not have been the wisest idea to hand in my V-card to a hot librarian I picked up at my mother's cocktail party. In my defense, the man has a French accent, gray hair, and knows a lot about books. I was probably naïve to expect a call after that, but when he didn't, it hurt to accept he didn't feel that same connection I did. If that isn't a sign you need to make a change, I don't know what is. Too bad the change I get is six months in a remote French chateau, working as a nanny to an adorable little girl—who happens to be the daughter of the single dad I had sex with.

The Devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He is beautiful—an enigma. What we are doing is sick, but no one else touches me like he does. I want to run from the darkness that consumes my soul, but in the dark, he's there. My fallen angel.