Sherry E. Rushing

When I started working at Salacious Players’ Club, I never expected to end up on the auction block ready to grant a date to the highest bidder. This club is not really my scene. I’m not the kind of girl rich guys take home. I’m more a piano playing, van-living, free spirit kind of girl.

My enemy doesn’t make the rules behind closed doors…even if he’s my boss. Cade Armanelli might be an infamous hacker with billionaire status who operates better alone, but I earned my spot working alongside him...whether he likes it or not. It’s precisely why I’m on the first plane to an undisclosed location for our cybersecurity team retreat. I’m ready to prove to our company that I can handle anything…except sharing a cabin and a bed with my meticulous, elusive boss. He’s antisocial. Ruthless. Enemy number one.

Roundman, president of the Hellions Motorcycle Club, has kept the chaos surrounding the Hellions contained for the last 30 years. When the dangerous side to their business comes knocking on his only child's doorstep, he realizes that his precious daughter - Delilah ("Doll") - isn't safe anymore.

After years of sabotaging my body and blaming my family for the loss of my love, I've refused to be a part of our Mafia involvement. Then my usual Indulgence service arrives, and for the first time in years, my body comes alive. I can feel. The only problem is the girl in my arms. The one I crave is not the girl I ordered. No, it's my stepdaughter.

A year ago, my best friend received an exclusive invitation to join an elite brotherhood at Kingston University. He went into Hawthorne Hall for his initiation—but never came out. I intend to find out why. The brotherhood would never knowingly invite a female into their ranks. So what if I forged my father's signature on the recommendation? With a name like Elliot Ashford, they'll never see me coming. I'll endure whatever hell these brutal brothers put me through because I have no intention of backing down or bowing out gracefully. It won't be pretty.

Winter Simmons received the surprise of her life when she discovered that the man she had been dating for the last two years was actually Viper, president of The Last Riders. A high school principal, Winter has no intention of ruining her reputation in the community to be with a man who betrayed her trust. Unforgiving, she turns her back on him.Determined to find his brother's killer, Loker James kept his identity as president of The Last Riders a secret from Winter.

Beth Cornett is the town good girl, so staying out of the way of the motorcycle club's dangerous members is a no-brainer. Unfortunately, Beth manages to catch the eye of Razer, who has every intention of tempting her despite her misgivings. When her worst fears are realized, Beth is left heartbroken and determined to forget her walk on the wild side.Razer will not change for any woman, not even Beth. He realizes his mistake too late, however, and she is not about to forgive and forget.

Notorious Mafia enforcer and right hand of the Cosa Nostra, Maximo DiMarco has always looked out for me. He’s my protector. My brothers’ best friend. My crush—with the body of a god and the mind of a devil. And I am just a spoiled Mafia princess. At least that’s who most people think I am. They don’t look at me long enough to see the real me. But he sees....

The Beast had Belle. Killian Black has me. How I got here doesn’t matter, even though he says it does. Says it was my choice. He doesn’t get it, though. It wasn’t ever a choice for me. And now, he’s changing the rules. The agreement was one month. For 30 days, I’d be his. He’s no longer satisfied with my body alone, though. He wants my soul, too. Wants every part of me. And even though I can pretend I’m safe when I lie beneath him, this man does something to me. Something wicked. A thing that will break me.

When you've been told your whole life that something is sinful, you have two options. Avoid it like the plague, like it has the power to destroy all that is good and pure. Or become as fixated upon it as Eve was upon that apple. I'm sick of the push-pull of terror and temptation. It's tearing me apart. I just want a bite of the apple. More than a bite. I want to devour it. Have its juices spill from my lips. And by apple, I, of course, mean sex.