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Suzette Barker thought she could steal from the most powerful Mafia boss in Philadelphia. My belt across her naked backside taught her otherwise, but as tears run down her cheeks and her arousal glistens on her bare thighs, there is something more important she will understand soon.

Vincenzo King thought I knew something about a man who betrayed him, but that isn't why I'm on my way to New Orleans, well-used and sore with my backside still burning from his belt. When he bared and punished me, maybe it was just business, but what came after was not. It was savage, it was shameful, and it was very, very personal. I'm his toy now, and not the kind you keep in its box on the shelf. He's going to play rough with me. He's going to get me all wet and dirty. Then he's going to do it all again tomorrow.

The things he says he'll do to me are far from sweet, this man I know only by his voice. They're so filthy that I blush crimson just hearing them...and yet still I answer, my panties always soaked the moment the phone rings. But this isn't going to end when I decide it's gone too far....

Stephanie Michaelson was given to me, and she is mine. The sooner she learns that, the less often her cute little bottom will end up well-punished and sore as she is reminded of her place. But even as she promises obedience with tears running down her cheeks, I know it isn't the sting of my belt that will truly tame her.

Dex Cooper: Bassist, addict, charmer. He came blaring into my world playful and demanding. Hiding his demons behind a panty melting smile. I knew he was bad for me but Dex made bad feel so good. So I played along with his games until he destroyed everything. With Dex Cooper, everything was a game but I’m done playing. Siobhan Rawlings: Fiery redhead, cherry pie, mine. She eased the cravings that ruled my body. Gave me peace from the memories that haunt me. But I knew it wouldn't last.

I am a lesser from a servant world. But even before I was taken? There was no rescue for me. The night sky isn’t the only place that’s filled with darkness. And cages look different, but they’re all the same. I might be fragile as glass, but I shielded my daughter with my own body. I’ll withstand these brutal aliens. Their leader. The one who has blades in his wrists and a fractured look in his eyes? I’m all that stands between him and Earth. But now I think I have the advantage. Because he sees through me, which means he doesn't see what's right in front of him.

She thinks I'm seducing her, but this isn't romance. It's something much more shameful. Eden tried to leave the mafia behind, but someone far more dangerous has set his sights on her. Me.

When I met Phoenix Diamonds, I didn't know anything about him except that he had a body carved from stone and a voice that left me hoping he'd order me to strip just so I could obey. By the time I learned he's the head of a Greek crime syndicate intent on making me pay for the sins of my father, he'd already mastered me with his touch alone, belted my bare ass for daring to come without permission, and ravaged me thoroughly both that night and the next morning. All I can do is try to pretend he isn't everything I've always fantasized about...

All I wanted was a date to accompany me to dinner with my parents. A decoy to distract my mother from her ongoing mission to find me a husband. What started out as another awkward dinner ended with us being run off the road. Turns out my pretend boyfriend isn't who I thought he was. He isn’t even the man I was supposed to hire. And he has secrets that might just save us from the nightmare unfolding around me.

I dared to defy him, but as this alien brute rips my clothes off and mounts me with my bottom still burning from his punishing hand it is clear what is in store for me isn't mere vengeance. It is conquest.

My roommate invited me to a party. I didn’t realize it was for a Mafia boss who was looking to select a wife. There were hundreds of women there, hoping to win the honor, but he was not my idea of a Prince Charming. He was tall, arrogant, cold, austere, and the most handsome man I’d ever seen. They called him Antonio “The Wolf” Marchesi, and the name sent a shiver down my spine. I decided to leave the party before my real identity was discovered. I climbed down a tree and slipped, and he caught me at the bottom. He held me like he didn’t want to let go.

She wasn't supposed to be there tonight. I took her because I had no other choice, but as I carried her from her home dripping wet and wearing nothing but a towel, I knew I would be keeping her. I'm going to make her tell me everything I need to know. Then, I'm going to make her mine. She'll sob as my belt lashes her bottom, and she'll scream as climax after savage climax is forced from her naked, quivering body, but there will be no mercy, no matter how shamefully she begs.

Gabe Mercer. Singer. Rock star. Broken. He was my everything, my childhood love. But he lied to me, kept secrets, and broke my trust. So I walked away and took control of my life. I thought I was happy without him - I was happy without him. But then he crashed back into my orbit, and his pull is just as strong as ever. Only this time, he’s made it clear we’re done and he wants nothing to do with me.

Nash caught me breaking into his shed while on the run from the mob, and when he demanded answers and obedience, I gave him neither. Then, he took off his belt and taught me in the most shameful way possible what happens to naughty girls who play games with a big, rough marine.

As the firstborn of the Dupree family, I have spent my life building the wealth and power of our mafia empire while keeping our dark secret hidden and my savage hunger at bay. But the beast within me cannot be chained forever, and I must claim a mate before I lose control completely....

Alexandra is a senator's daughter, used to mingling in the company of the rich and powerful, but tonight, she will learn that there are men who play by different rules. Men like me. I could romance her. I could seduce her and then carry her gently to my bed. But that can wait. Tonight I'm going to wring one ruthless climax after another from her quivering body with her bottom burning from my belt and her throat sore from screaming. She will know she is mine before she even knows she is my bride.

Ms. Wrong Number: My firefly, my light. My ever after. I was searching for closure, looking for an escape from the all-consuming guilt. Then I found her, by accident, through a text meant for a ghost. She's a small-town girl, and far too sweet for me. But like a brilliant flame, she lights up my darkness. I just have to break through the walls she’s protecting herself with and make her see she is beautiful and bring us both out of the shadows of our pasts.

Hollywood’s hottest actor meets his dream woman: A free spirit who has no idea who he is. After personal heartbreak and professional setbacks, Landon Price is running on empty. If he doesn’t take a break from the public eye soon, he’ll risk becoming another cautionary tale in a town that’s full of them. So in between film projects, Landon asks his agent to clear his schedule and then he simply...vanishes. Landon begins to recharge. And in the process of finding himself, he meets a beautiful, feisty local who challenges everything he thinks he knows.

Many a blushing lass has screamed my name in bed over the long years I've walked this land, watching over humanity even after they turned their backs on me. But I've never claimed a mate. Until Layna. When I first set eyes on this beautiful creature, she was fighting for her life against more men than I could count. At that very moment I vowed to protect her... and to make her mine.

An alpha could not tame her. Now she will kneel before a god. For endless ages I've kept this world in balance, and over the centuries countless women have writhed and screamed and climaxed beneath me. But I've never felt the need for a mate. Until today. Until her. When I touch her, she trembles. When I mark her defiant little bottom with my belt, her bare thighs glisten with helpless arousal. When she lies next to me blushing, sore, and spent, my lust for her only grows stronger. The world be damned. I'm going to claim her for myself.