Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

We're not free to give into this. She's 19, and I'm 38. And I'm her boyfriend's father. Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.

Eight years ago I fell into a secret summer fling with my best friend’s little sister before our lives went in different directions. Now, I’m the grumpy to Juliet’s sunshine on a popular dating podcast we host, and when a wealthy fan gives us a charming coastal cottage as the biggest thank you ever, we head to the town where I grew up to give it a makeover. And find the house has only one bed. Located under a mirrored ceiling.

I know better than to get involved with celebrities. Especially a Rock God like Sebastian Kane. A man who knows how to make the ladies scream, as evidenced by the leak of his recent sex tape. Which leads to my problem . . . I'm the girl in the video with him. Grief will make you do crazy things. After all, I'm the smart girl, the good girl, not the rebel. But now I'm face to face with the one man I was never supposed to see again. A man with a gorgeous dark smile and even darker secrets.

It began with a stolen almost-kiss. And ended in revenge. She was never supposed to cross my path. She was never supposed to know about the oaths I swore or the secrets I keep. But like a thief in the night, she took my heart and ran… even if she wasn't mine to possess. As a member of the billionaire Elite, I live by simple tenets. A gentleman above all. Loyalty is everything.. Secrets whispered are never revealed. And power is king.

Billionaire Atticus Price wants my father's struggling empire. Even worse, he wants me. Immediately. Irrevocably. He isn't a man who accepts no for an answer. This is a hostile takeover, and somehow I've become the price. I'll protect the people in my father's company, even as my father sells it to the highest bidder—along with me. That doesn't mean I'll be the meek bride he expects.

Not many people can say they woke up dead. Even fewer people wake up as ghosts. Guess I’m the unlucky one since no one can see or hear me, and I have no recollection of how I ended up like this. I thought I’d spend the afterlife alone… until him. The solitary man who stumbled across me during my restless wandering of the Scottish Highlands. He doesn’t want me around. I can’t seem to stay away. It turns out Ciaran has a dark secret. And I’m determined to discover exactly what he’s hiding even if it might mean the death of me all over again.

King Stanley is the vice president of an MC. Shawn Cotton is the small-town bakery owner. He's not looking for more than one night. Her bakery is failing—epically. She's the sweetest thing he's ever laid eyes on. He's everything she doesn't need. Their stolen moment together was a distraction. It wasn't meant to last forever. She could be the best thing that's ever happened to him. He could be everything she dreamed of and more.

At eight, he gave me roses. At fifteen, he gave me butterflies, and at seventeen, he gave me sanctuary. I wasn't a damsel in distress. He wasn't Prince Charming waiting to whisk me off my feet. We didn't meet by chance. He's been part of my life for years, and for most of that time, I've been under his spell.

Of all the people who could have seen me when I was at my most vulnerable, it had to be him. Caleb. My stepbrother and the golden child of our messed up blended family. We barely know each other, but for some reason, he takes care of me when an incident at the club leaves me helpless and alone. He hates me as much as I hate him, but something about his bossy attitude and unflappable calm soothes me. I don't want to want him, but no one has ever made me feel the way he does.

Years of abuse, neglect, and downright torture at my uncle's hands have stifled and shut down the shifter side of me. After all, nothing good can come from unleashing the feral beast inside of me that's fighting for release. But then, everything changes. Suddenly married by arrangement and trapped in a new pack with strangers, the wolf inside me refuses to hold back. And Dayne, the alpha, doesn't make it easy to stifle my beast—or my desires. I'm clawing at the cage, hellbent on shifting. Can I resist the sexy, cold-blooded alpha who tempts me or will I be caged inside myself forever?

It's the dog's fault, really. If this untrained Great Dane I'm walking had any manners at all, I never would've ended up here: With my leash wrapped around the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. Lucky for me, the guy is a good sport about it. (Although his joke that “Dogs take after their owners” hits a little too close to home when Rufus starts humping his leg.) He leaves me with his business card and a smile that makes my knees weak.

I should have run before they caught me. I'm just trying to survive my sophomore year at college. Now I'm caught in the crosshairs of four men who leave terror in their wake: Cav, Kaspian, Axe, and Wilder. They stalk the halls of TFU, their presence marked by unexplained disappearances and hushed fears. The puppeteer, the bogeyman, the phantom, and the hellhound. They want something from me, something I don't even know I have. A jewel, they say, tied to my family's past and drenched in centuries of violence.