robvan

I’m a Nightmare, a creature that feeds on fear, and I’m capable of boundless cruelty—which is why my services come at a steep price: the life of the person who hired me. As such, the only people who hire me on are those brought to me by fate, like Mina, a woman so desperate for revenge that she’s willing to spend her own life to get it. I don’t usually care why I’m hired. Human affairs don’t matter to me. Food is food, and a job is a job. Mina’s enemies will get what they deserve—and I’ll get what’s mine. Her beating heart.

For most, a plane crash means the end of life. For Dusti Dawson, it's just the beginning...Dusti and her sister Batina survived the crash, thanks to a couple of brothers who are equal parts menacing and muscled. She'd be grateful...if they hadn't turned out to be delusional kidnappers, who believe Dusti's grandfather is some monstrous halfbreed creature bent on murder. Turns out Vampires, Lycans, and Gargoyles do exist - and they've been crossbreeding to form two hybrid races.

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!

From the FBI’s former assistant director, a shocking journey to the dark side of America’s highways, revealing the FBI Highway Serial Killings Initiative’s hunt for the long-haul truckers behind an astonishing 850 murders–and counting.

Laura's a beautiful, curvy goddess and if I don't do something today, I'm going to hate myself for the rest of my life. But I'm her boss and I'm twice her age. I want her though, and I can tell that she wants me, too. I've got to make my move and make her mine.

I left my hometown for a reason. Coming back was never part of the plan. But the job I came here to do is more important than my tortured past - and everything I left behind to escape it. Now I'm a federal agent, working a case deeply rooted in the community, and his club is in the middle of an investigation I'm about to crack wide open. I don't want to fall for him again. I can't get hurt again. But the harder I fight this attraction, the harder it becomes to resist.

INSTA-LOVE LIKE YOU'VE NEVER SEEN . . . ANNABELLE WINTERS STYLE! We were two nameless strangers sharing a smoke on a dark highway. Though as I walked back to my truck I wish we’d shared more. Still, she's married to some fancy big-city surgeon, and so I tell myself that walking away is the right decision. But now fate crosses our paths again . . . And this time I don't walk away. This time I make a decision: To heck with keeping promises, I decide . . . I'm gonna keep her instead. If you've read my other novella series, you know how crazy my stuff can get. So get ready for drama, madness,...

One, two, three, four...I declare a deadly war. Five, six, seven, eight...I can't keep my mind straight. Nine, ten...I'll hunt her down and make her mine again. I'm not the kind of man to take dares lightly. They tend to make me more...insane.... She's in the place I escaped from. And my mania is on overload. I'm frantic. I'm reckless. I'm murderous. My mind is chaos. I can feel her, sense her, and scent her. Her fear. Her madness. Her need. My instincts are on overload. And I'm not the type of hunter that uses a gun.

I deal with highs and lows, but somehow, I end up making the best of it. My family disowned me, but family is the reason why I’m in Vegas. Even with my inability to think straight, I end up being in charge of a bunch of runaway mental patients. Hence, The Asylum. A sanctuary for lost causes. Where crazy can roam free, and compulsions can be let loose. My nephew says as long as it stays at The Asylum, we won’t have problems. What fun would it be if problems didn’t exist? And my problem is in the shape of a dancer, twirling on the front lawn in the middle of the night.

How can a human who is set to gain a significant inheritance have anything in common with a foul-mouthed, satanic-looking security specialist? Smoke regularly wafts out of this guy’s nostrils and his shiny barbed tail juts out in the air behind him as he prowls across the military hanger. But…I’m enchanted with Idun’s deep voice, his massive bare chest, and those epic thighs. This Hyrrokin is a handsome red devil and oh so touchable. And I want my tongue in his mouth, immediately. Unfortunately, Idun thinks I’m a spoiled party girl and wants nothing to do with me.