Jackie Moore

Fed up with play kink, Grace Warner moves to an island that embraces voluntary enslavement to be with a man she met online. Within hours of her arrival, everything is ripped from her, and she quickly learns play is preferable to reality.

Down on her luck, Boadicea McGee is desperate for a job. Bills to pay, a roof to keep over her head, and vultures for parents leave her with few options. When her best friend offers her a dream opportunity, she has to weigh dreams against survival and her own morals. The pay is good, the people are nice...but working in a BDSM club just isn't her thing. Angry, repressed, Bodie is afraid of who she'll become in that environment, especially when one man in particular gets under her skin.

I didn’t know I was a captive. How could I? I didn’t have my memory. He could have told me anything about the world, and he did. And I believed him. Until the day a mysterious stranger showed up, killed the man I’d believed was my husband, and decided to take me with him. I don’t know what he plans to do with me, but it can’t be anything good. But hey, at least the world still exists.

Night lasts a thousand hours. Forty sleeps - an endless desert of time when no one cares what happens to you until daytime. Helene has given up. Only concern for her sister's grave medical condition tethers her to the world she dreams of escaping through death. If only she could bring herself to end it. Caught out at night getting medicine for her sister, Helene is captured and taken as a slave for Gabriel, the mysterious ruler of the city.

I wanted the fairy tale. Was that too much to ask? The attractive man with his life fully together, who loved me. Babies. The white picket fence. But men had other ideas. They wanted to waste my time and all my good eggs. They didn’t want to commit. They wanted to sleep at my house, eat my food, and have a mommy bang maid. They wanted me to be their mommy and never complain about it.

Claire was held captive for 43 days by a man who did unspeakable things to her. Three years after her escape, she gets her revenge. The only problem is, she's got the wrong man. God help her if he escapes.

Six years ago strangers broke into Juliette’s house; she was home alone. She kept her eyes closed, praying that if she didn’t see anything, she wouldn’t be killed. No one harmed her. In fact, one of the thieves protected her. Now Juliette’s dreams are haunted by him. Christian has waited to take her, resisting the urge each night. It always ends badly with human pets. They’re too fragile. The longer he can wait, the better, because the moment he takes her, the clock on her life starts ticking down. Then she’ll be gone forever.

I'm starting to want them both, not just my protector... the villain as well. After an eviction notice and one too many apple martinis, I wake, stripped bare and alone in a cell. No, wait, not alone. My evil garbage fire ex, Andrew, who suggested he'd let me stay with him "for a price" is here, too. He's the whole reason I lost my job. My head is throbbing, my vision fuzzy.

A sexy contract killer in a high-stakes capture fantasy? Yes, please! Astrid believes she'll never be free of her abusive husband - until she walks in on his murder. His killer is unable to take her life but refuses to set her free. Will she come to enjoy her new cage and the man with the keys to it?

Everyone thought I was married to the perfect man. But if Conall Walsh were perfect, I wouldn't have killed him. I thought I got away with it until I received an anonymous note at the ballet company I dance for: You were a very bad girl. If you don't want me to report what I know about last night, meet me at the old opera house after rehearsal. I will tell you the price of my silence when you arrive. If you speak of this or bring anyone with you... no deal. But his price isn't money. It's me.