Kerrigan Black is the hard drinking, hard partying and even harder working frontwoman for the riot grrrl band Sugar and Cyanide. She keeps her relationships simple - she doesn't have them. But she has sex and a lot of it. For Kerrigan, it's not about the orgasm; it's about the power she wields over her partners. Kerrigan doesn't do love. At least, she didn't until her bandmate and best friend-the one woman she can never have.

"You're pretty, for a fat girl." That's nothing Claire Howard hasn't heard before, and there's part of her that doesn't care, that thinks it's okay to love herself just the way she is. Then there's that other voice in her head, the one that plays on a constant loop that gets louder whenever people scrutinize her dinner order, snicker when she needs a belt extender on a plane, and outright laugh when they see her with her the kind of man they don't think fat girls deserve.

I caught the attention of a monster. I didn’t ask for it. Didn’t even see it coming. But the moment I do, it’s too late. Killian Carson is a predator wrapped in sophisticated charm. He’s cold-blooded, manipulative, and savage. The worst part is that no one sees his devil side. I do. And that will cost me everything. I run, but the thing about monsters? They always chase.

I always imagined Death's final kiss would be cold. It wasn't. Four years later, I can still remember the exact shade of his skin: a blue so pale it looked like moonlight. I dream of his touch. Mostly, I paint the man under the heavy cowl, including those perfect lips which ruined mine for anyone else. I'm obsessed with him.

I was never supposed to see him again. Him being the man wearing the perfectly tailored suit, who oozed an intoxicating mixture of wealth, rebellion, and sex appeal. One night. No strings. No names. Still riding the high from last night, I walk in to meet my new client, and he’s wearing that same dangerous smirk. Yes, I’m consulting for Callahan Sharpe. That Callahan Sharpe. Billionaire heir who abides by no rules, bucks convention, and is determined to complete one final project to honor his late father’s legacy. Luckily, and unluckily for me, I’m tasked to help.

The eligible dragon shifter males must hunt a handful of females. It's first catch, first serve. The biggest problem is that the females are human. Despite feedback to the contrary, Coal thinks they are weak and breakable. In his opinion, not capable of surviving the hunt, let alone the mating that will follow. He doesn't believe that a lowly human is capable of birthing him a royal heir, so why has his brother, the king, tasked him with claiming one?

Just an innocent bet. Okay, well, maybe a bet to rob the three most virtuous girls in town of their purity isn't exactly innocent, but there's no way we could have known how it would all turn out. How much trouble it would bring. But what the hell were an Amish girl and her sisters doing in the middle of Bright Falls, anyway? I mean, it seemed almost too easy. She was a sheep and I was the wolf, and it was time for me to feast.

The only thing harder than being a princess is being the daughter of the devil. Includes Lucifer's Daughter, Snowballs in Hell, Hell's Revenge, and Vacation Hell.

A song changed her life forever. Roxana Nights was late to another gig, thanks to her first love, and drummer. She left him years ago but he won't let her go. Then she hears a voice that captivates her. Trevor Malone recently moved to Seattle with his band. Music is his only passion, until he lays eyes on Roxana. The pull to her is irresistible. He's terrified she won't accept the beast within. A rival werewolf pack followed Trevor's band to the states. Unwilling to let grudges die, they target Roxy.

Every time I close my eyes, I see those who are about to die, and I’m unable to do anything to stop it. Until one day, when I try to save yet another victim, something inside of me just…flips. The shadows rise, and they’re hungry. All I ever wanted was to be normal. Instead, I found out just how different I am. I must learn to control my powers in order to take charge of my life. Because if not? Well, there are angels out there hunting me.

Shame. It wounds us. It damages us. Or, for the few poor souls out there like me...it defines us. I'm the son of the devil himself - the most feared mob boss who ever lived. I was cursed from the moment I took my first breath. I hate him...and I never wanted to become him. And I sure as hell never, ever, wanted anything of his. Until her. My name is Ricardo DeLuca.

Taylor. I’m on a quest to prevent my revirginization. My dry spell has become a drought, and I’m this close to buying batteries in bulk at the wholesale store. But fortune smiles upon my neglected lady parts when I meet a man who looks like a model for a gym commercial, acts like he might have a few manners, and kisses like he can’t get enough of me. Bain. I’m not looking for a mate. Not now. Maybe never. But sex? Yes, and often. Until I meet little blonde Taylor with the perfect pink lips, the lushest peach of an ass, and a taste for my whiskey.

I'm not a one-night stand kind of woman. I'm especially not the woman who has a few drinks at a concert and ends up in bed with my childhood celebrity crush, Eli Walsh. However, that's exactly where I find myself. What's a girl to do after a drunken mistake? Run. I grab my clothes and get away from the powerful, irresistible, and best-sex-of-my-life superstar as fast as I can.

There’s a thin line between hate and tolerance, and it seems to sit squarely between us. Lola Bell could easily bring an army of men to their knees, as long as she never opened her mouth. She’s soft in too many ways. A people-pleaser who goes the extra mile. Some might call her an easy target. In short, she has all of the qualities that I despise. But when it comes to me, she doesn’t hesitate to fling her poison arrows my way. She has every right to her feelings. Over the years, I’ve given her plenty of ammo. Yeah, I hate Lola. But it doesn’t stop me from wanting her too. When she makes me a proposition I can’t refuse, there’s just one problem.

Being dragged through a mirror, naked and screaming, onto an extraterrestrial ship was bad. Finding out I had been sold to a huge alien male who looks like the devil was worse. But learning he wanted to trade me to an intergalactic petting zoo was the worst of all! Now I'm whizzing through the galaxy with a robot butler, a trio of nib-nibs (they're like tiny green monkeys), and one huge, muscular, and very grumpy alien.