C.S. Berry

I’ll do anything to find the person responsible for what happened. The one who stole something from me I’ll never get back. They took away my peace and replaced it with terror. I can’t let my stalker win. If my men and I can’t trust each other, we’re nothing. I would do anything for them.

I’ve been claimed –the last and they want all my firsts. The four horsemen of Sherman High have decided I’m theirs. Theirs to have in every way they want. Except I don’t want to be the toy of the rich boys. I mean, I’ve never even been kissed. I’m not special. Unnoticed. Unwanted. Untouched.

I used to think my future in pro hockey, my motorcycle between my thighs, and my friends were all I needed. But she changed all that. She thinks she’s above it all. She thinks she can move into my father’s house with her gold-digging mother. She thinks she can do no wrong, but I saw her that night.

He was a ghost from her past –the one person she’d trusted most. And now he’s back. Nico isn’t the gentle soul who used to be her childhood best friend. He’s just like them –the boys who have claimed her.

Hunted by a stalker, I agree to place myself in the hands of my four protective, demanding bosses. As danger lurks, their possessiveness grows. Every sensual encounter is more intense and explosive than the last.

My new job is more than I bargain for. Four demanding, billionaire bosses. Four gorgeous men who make me feel more than I could ever imagine. If I sign on the dotted line, they say I’ll be theirs. Theirs to protect. Theirs to have. Theirs to dominate. New apartment. New wardrobe.

I might be falling deeper in love with my four protectors, but my stalker is getting closer. Blake, Seth, Noah, and Cooper are mine–even if no one else can know. I’ve never known jealousy until now. I’ve never felt claimed until them.

I’ve played every game the Devil’s trio wanted. I’m willing to give them everything, but I want in. On their revenge. On my revenge. I’m done being other people’s pawn.

We were willing to pay any price, until the price was her. Revenge always has a cost, We thought it’d be worth it. That we could bear any price. Willingly bleed for it. But when it becomes clear the price is her, all bets are off. She’s ours and no one takes what’s ours.