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Selene Haddad works for Naiad Novels, the hottest serialized fiction app on the market, tasked with writing never-ending romance stories. It's a dream job, minus one aspect of it—having to work alongside Daniel Santiago, the company's disgustingly charming acquisitions manager… and the man who screwed her out of a massive payday. Selene is certain nothing will ever change how she feels about Daniel, but when a dare at Naiad's annual holiday party leads to them falling into bed together, she starts to discover that maybe he's not so bad—if she can look past their professional differences.

Imprisoned on false charges, I find myself facing years in the worldship's brig. But when the Darrvasons, a race of powerful aliens in need of females, demand a sample of human women to examine, I'm offered up as a patient. In exchange for my cooperation, I'll be released from the brig, the false charges dropped. Obeying Dr. Zahhn, the musclebound alien who examines me, however, proves a challenge.

Innocence Claimed contains all three books in the sweet, filthy, and oh-so-wrong in the best kind of way Innocence Claimed series.

What's worse than having a drink dumped all over me on my birthday? Sucker punching the guy that did it… And then finding out he's a dangerous Bratva boss. I went to the Velvet Lounge to celebrate my 21st birthday, and escape my father's iron grip. He secretly betrothed me to his client's son… Now, I'm expected to marry him on my birthday! Instead, I bumped into Andrey Belov. Actually, he crashed into me, spilling his sticky, sweet drink all over me.

My life unravels when my abusive husband hires the notorious Hunter to kill me. To complete the job, he needs me at Holloway University. That's where I meet Valentine Grant. Dangerous, brilliant, and ruthlessly charming. He revels in mind games—and I'm both his subject and his prey. To him, I'm just a pet. But it doesn't take long for me to see the truth behind his façade. To see him for what he really is—who he truly is. Our relationship is twisted, all-consuming, and utterly doomed. In a world like ours, love can't survive. I can't survive.

In retrospect, it might not have been the wisest idea to hand in my V-card to a hot librarian I picked up at my mother's cocktail party. In my defense, the man has a French accent, gray hair, and knows a lot about books. I was probably naïve to expect a call after that, but when he didn't, it hurt to accept he didn't feel that same connection I did. If that isn't a sign you need to make a change, I don't know what is. Too bad the change I get is six months in a remote French chateau, working as a nanny to an adorable little girl—who happens to be the daughter of the single dad I had sex with.

The man whispering those words in my ear isn't just a powerful mob boss, he's the brute who stripped me bare, whipped me with his belt, and claimed my virgin body roughly and shamefully in front of his men as I screamed and begged and came for him until I collapsed in his arms. I should hate it when he calls me that, but all I do is blush as I wait for him to make me his all over again.

I woke to the soothing sound of a peaceful serenade...except there’s nothing peaceful about being kidnapped after being sold to the Devils of Sin. This never should have happened, because I did everything right. I accepted the invitation, attended the masquerade in the depth of the forsaken forest, and danced with whomever requested. The longer one remains, the more debt is cleared from the family name, so I danced through the night. I survived to the final note—and let me emphasize the survive part—but I’m starting to realize where the real problem lies.

Jack Masterson wanted to be a cop like his dad—what he got instead was kicked off the force for doing the right thing. Sometimes fate can be cruel. Now, Jack works a crappy job as a bank security guard. But when a bank robber unloads a shotgun in his face, Jack raises his hand…and stops time. In an instant, he’s gone from rent-a-cop to Time Knight. As the sixth son of a sixth son, Jack’s drawn the attention of a sultry succubus and a horny angel, and now he’s got both heaven and hell talking dirty in his ear. It’s high time for Jack to get laid and get paid.

There are many things I never thought I'd find myself behind; the barrel of a gun is one of them. I feel the tingle, the rush, as it slithers down my skin. I feel the cold. Too many deaths—one of them will be the death of me. Julian is determined to make me pay for someone else's sins. And I'm struggling not to succumb to his mercy, not to fall to my knees and beg. But as my legs give in, as my muscles strain and my voice weakens, I keep the handle of my knife tight in my grip. My mother's suffering collides with mine as I use my last breath to take away the ones who stole hers.

He gave me everything I wanted, right down to the sparkly pearl necklace and the wild, crazy ride on his North Pole, but this sexy Santa has a dark secret. For years, he's been watching me while I sleep, and he knows how much I can take. I always thought Santa was about spreading joy at Christmas, but I couldn't have been more wrong. This filthy Santa prefers to spread something else, and as long as he's willing to give, I'm more than happy to take.

Every man who meets Rainey wants her. Having lived a life of sex, drugs, and manipulation, she is a temptation with far too many secrets. When psychologist, Justin Redding, is assigned to Rainey's case, he has no way of knowing the tale of debauchery he will encounter. On a twisted path of love, loss, and murder, Rainey leads Justin through the events of her life. Death follows Rainey.... Justin fights to discover her secrets....

My life was perfectly fine. Well, at least up until the night I found out my boyfriend was sleeping with half the damn town. With nowhere to go, I holed up in a motel with whatever I could fit in my car. But not even twenty-four hours after moving into said shit hole, a burly stranger breaks in wearing a skeleton mask. It couldn't get any worse, right? Wrong. Because now this masked man is demanding I move in with him until he gets what he wants—and the thing about cowboys and ranchers? They never back down from a challenge.

Oli is not happy with his lot in life as a thrall, a slave to the noble family he has served since birth. If he believed in the old gods, he would curse them to their faces that a thrall is the most he could ever be. Few even worship the gods anymore, yet Oli is tasked with tending to their altar at the foot of the oldest tree in the nearby wood—where he is happy to defile it whenever the noble family's son wants him on his knees. After his most recent tryst, however, he learns how real the gods are.

After discovering the reality behind my current situation, I'm spinning. My friends are keeping their distance and I have no one except the Cardinals. Did they plan it that way? Isolate me so they have me all to themselves? But when their ultimate goal to pull me into their web is revealed, I realize that I have more power than I thought and that these four men might just be my salvation instead of my damnation.

I love Halloween so much it's scary. After a heartbreaking year, I need some candy, role-play, and wicked thrills. So why not turn one spell-binding night into a week of forbidden fun? Fortunately for me, my husband thirsts for my spooktacular plans. So do our partners, our paramours, our sixsome of love and laughs. We're known for our holidays, and with eleven of our friends coming, this one is sure to have lots of bumps in the night. Just how far will we go to thrill each other?

When my ex cheated on me, I vowed to get back at him the only way I knew how—by seducing his three best friends, the school bullies. Xander is the handsome Ivy League-bound rich boy. No girl can resist his cold demeanor, and his icy presence only draws me in closer. Class clown Bryce may be funny, but he's also a star footballer bully every girl at the school covets for his gorgeous looks and intimidating physical size. Then there's Dane, the school's bad boy whose razor-like snark makes his tongue almost as sharp as his chiseled cheekbones.

Mortals got the myths all wrong. Olympus is a fantasy. Titans are mere stories. And Eros? Not the god of love, but the goddess of manipulation. Her arrows don't merely incite passion. They shatter hearts. She stalks, hunts, and twists desire for her amusement. Humans are pawns in a cruel game of control, playthings in a world of elite power. Until she targets him.

City of Fractured Souls, book two: If you’re banished to the shadowy realm within Ripthorn Mountain, you die. The mountain’s fractured magic seeps into the bones of humans, slowly draining the life from their bodies with every step they take. It has been a death sentence for as long as anyone in the kingdom of Nighthelm can remember. And now, it’s Sophia’s fate.

I'm his captive … and I want him to keep me. I was only a child when everything changed. Too young to understand, too old to forget. Broken and damaged. I thought nothing good could ever happen to me, but 10 years later, something did. I met a man. He swept me off my feet and swooned me into his bed. Cole's touch was perfect. His lips were made of velvet obsession. They helped me forget the memories that burned me from the inside out. For the first time in forever, I was happy. Then he locked me inside his home. He told me it was for my safety. And it was so easy to believe him.