Always Alchemy

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.

I've always shot for the moon, but if you'd told me I'd be earning seven figures at twenty-four, I would never have believed you. And if you'd told me that I'd earn every penny of that success by selling my body and my soul, I'd have laughed in your face. Still. Here I am at Seraph, an elite agency that recruits only the most well-educated, accomplished and discreet women. Our area of expertise? "Full service" executive assistants to the most powerful men in the world.

They say family is a circle of strength. But when mine is ripped away from me at the hands of a monster, my strength is all that’s left. I’ll give my last breath before they take anything else from me. Even if I’m the one they wanted all along. Find Silas Black. Those were my father’s last words. So I did. Only, I found so much more than just a man who was prepared to help me get my revenge. I found a tortured soul who in return gave me hope. But I also found his broken sons. One hates me. One desires me. And Silas wants to save me.

With one glance at her in the club, I’m ready to claim her for the night. Dark, flowing hair. A smile that causes my heart to pound. Eyes that pierce my soul. And a perfect body that makes every part of me pulse. She’s addictive. Electrifying. Consuming. I’ve never wanted anyone more. Our eyes meet, but she looks right past me. She isn’t here for me. She’s here for the music. For the first time in my life, a woman makes me work for it. Her indifference fuels the fire inside me. The result? One night. No names. No introductions.

My whole life, I’ve been groomed as American royalty, raised to be the perfect daughter of the wealthy elite. On my sixteenth birthday, my father bought me an Aston Martin. And on my seventeenth birthday, the Feds took everything away. With my father in prison for fraud and nothing left to our name, my mom and I are forced to move to a tiny house across town, and I transfer to Slateview Public.

Liam McLaren: London's most ruthless financial hotshot and the big boss at Ashbury Thornton Equity Group. Just whisper his name and even the city’s toughest traders break out in a cold sweat. And lucky me, Gemma Jones, as the head of HR at his company, I’ve got a front-row seat to the McLaren Show. Brooding intensity, perfectionist demands, and a glare that could stop your heart mid-beat. Every. Damn. Day.

Warned as a girl to keep her kisses to herself, Greer Galloway wants nothing to do with kisses—or love. Twice she's ignored the childhood warning and kissed a man, and both times ended in gutting, miserable heartbreak. Now she's sworn off all romance forever, determined to teach her classes and do her research and live out the rest of her days alone.

Ella, a desperate, newly single goth girl with a mountain of debt, would do anything to see her parents this Christmas… the problem is, her parents live on the other side of the world. So, when she's granted access to The Naughty List—a marketplace for dirty proposals from rich strangers—she opts to take everything and anything she can get. She thinks she's a good player, getting five-star reviews like a good girl and climbing the ranks, until she stumbles onto The Naughty List's most daring group of all… The Hardcorers.

Gabriel Wolfe, the fallen dark angel and club president of the Hounds of Hell MC. His life has been infused with darkness and trauma since the day he was born, forcing more than just desensitization to violence and chaos. Forcing him to crave it to feel stable. Secure. Whole.

After being a soldier, working as a bodyguard should have been simple: Keep the owner of DC’s ultra-secret club safe, don’t think about his midnight eyes or his devil’s smile, don’t surrender my body to his wicked desires. But I underestimated Mark Trevena and the power of his dark, seductive world. I underestimated the hold he’d have on me, the way I would do anything for him at all. And so when he asks me to escort his soon-to-be bride home, I can only—miserably, broken-heartedly–say yes.

I fell for your lies, and you sucked me into your twisted game. You made me crave your taste, hungered for your full attention. I gave you everything, only for you to go ghost. You hollowed my heart, sending me into a spiral of self-destruction. Revenge found its way to replace you. Even if you're my new stepsister, I'll make sure hating me is your new addiction.

As the eldest son of Austin’s most prominent preacher, I’ve lived my life on the virtuous side. No scandals. Flawless image. Clean reputation. That’s the way it must be if I’m going to take his place someday. But everything changes when I find out my father is a VIP member of a local kink club.

My name is Abby Lee, or BayAreaAbby, according to one million followers on Social Share. There are quite a few perks to having that kind of following, but each month I put together a local community donation event and it’s my favorite thing to do. December’s theme, “Support Your Local Fire Station,” was no different.

After my fiancé dumps me because “chubby girls aren’t wife material,” Beckett, Tristan, and Ryder insist on joining me for the drive back to my hometown. No big deal, right? I can handle a week with the men I’ve secretly crushed on for years. At least, that’s what I tell myself… until I accidentally confess that I’ve been dying to break free of my ‘good girl’ persona and explore my wilder side. Instead of laughing, they propose a deal: while we’re on this trip, my body is theirs to play with. They’ll teach me everything, and I can live out all of my dirtiest fantasies.

Being a romance writer means drawing inspiration from many things, and when I met Dallin, I knew I had the perfect muse. He was everything women read about—tall, tattooed, and irresistibly delicious. Oh, did I mention successful too? He swept me off my feet and right into his bedroom where he awakened things in me, I had only ever written about. He was the bad boy who rode a motorcycle, and I was the good girl next door, yet together we were perfect. Or so I thought. Dallin wants to share me.