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Christian Roberto Domenico Sovrano could have any woman he wants, but he's totally focused on me. He's obsessed with me. He lives to make my life miserable. It's why he asked me to pose as his fake wife for 30 days. Thirty days! In return for saving my life from the wrath of the Mafia. Oh! He also wants me to attend his family's Christmas getaway. And pretend to be his loving, devoted spouse. Guess what happens next? We get lost in the forest...and snowed in for Christmas. And have to share the same bed. But hell if I am going to simply agree to his terms.

My husband is a made man, a villain, the boss of the Mafia. He stole me from my normal life and catapulted me into the center of the underworld. He imprinted his crimson fingerprints onto my psyche and tried to set me free. It's wrong of me to be attracted to the viciousness in him. And yet I can't...won't stop until he loves me back. It's why I returned to him. It's why I allowed him to use me. But when he springs a surprise...he breaks my heart, and this time, I will not forgive him. I run from him. Only he's not the only one hunting me.

Saint Jordan Killian Black. A gazillionaire with a panty-melting smirk, and a soul as dark as his name. I wanted a child. He wanted a willing slave. I wanted someone to break me and build me up again. He wanted no emotions, no connection. A simple transaction, that's what he said it would be. I needed something in me to shatter, so I could finally live.

Michael Byron Domenico Sovrano. He took me to pay my father's debt. He married me to further his own ambitions. He touched the murkiness inside me...and brought it to the light so I could see myself through his eyes. His cruelty broke the chains that bound me. His ferocity set me free. His touch...shattered me. So he could put me back together in a form that mocked the girl I used to be. I loved him...as much as I loathed that I couldn't get enough of him. That's why I betrayed him. It's why he'll never forgive me. It's why...I must spring the ultimate surprise....

I got pregnant from a one-night stand with my worst enemy. Then I walked into the office to find out he was my new boss.... In my defense, I hadn’t planned on having anything to do with Hunter Whittington again.

He's an ex-soldier. I am the woman his friend turned his back on. He's trying to escape his demons. I am trying to get over being abandoned. The connection between us is intense, forbidden...and all wrong. My heart belongs to someone else. So why is my traitorous body unable to ignore him? Find out in Book 2 of the Big Bad Billionaires series.

I wasn’t supposed to be on the beach that night. Neither was Declan Beauchamp, the super-hot, super-bad-boy upcoming actor. He saved me from being hurt. But his life changed forever.

You are mine. That's what they tell me. Edward - my first love, who turned his back on me, and who's dark molten gaze follows me possessively, wherever I go. And Baron - my savior. My second chance. Over six feet of intensity, he's the ex-soldier, who will go to any extent to woo me. My heart beats for both. My body yearns for them. My soul....My soul cannot bear to be parted from either. I love two men. I am torn between them. But, when their past threatens me, I must choose.

Sinclair Amadeus Sterling, a.k.a. Mr. Superior Jackass with a God complex. Who also happens to be my blackmailer...gulp. Tall, dark, gazillionaire growly pants. The first time I met him, I kneed him in his very well endowed balls - don't ask! He had that tightly leashed, controlling air and a smoldering glare that made me damp in seconds. The only thing that sucks worse than his attitude is his (lack of) sense of humor! Honest. Sadly, he's also the one who could save my business from going bust. Hell!

"If you dare leave me for another - if you ever look at another man - if you ever let anyone else touch you...I’ll not let him live, Beauty. I won’t stop until I’ve ground his face into the dirt, until I’ve pulled out his eyes for looking at you, broken his mouth for daring to speak to you, until I’ve pulled out his guts, and," I glare at her, "smeared his blood on the ground." Her breath hitches and her pupils dilate. My thirst for violence seems to fulfill a need deep inside of her - one she doesn’t bother to hide from me, either. 

She turns her face and I catch a glimpse of her profile. The upturned nose, the curve of her lips, the creamy skin that glows in the late afternoon light. She throws her head back and laughs, and my heart begins to pound in my chest. Sweat beads my palms and I wipe them on my jeans. What is this reaction to her? I have not even properly met her, yet something inside me insists that I know her. She's the girl whom I have tried hard not to think about...The girl I’d gotten a glimpse of so many years ago. I have never forgotten her.

Warning: This boxset is a roller coaster ride of emotions, with possessive males, intense love scenes, heart pounding action, and twists and turns which will leave you gasping for more

Howard Hughes lived one of the greatest, most heroic, misunderstood, mysterious, bizarre, and tragic lives in American history. In this brilliantly documented biography, the mythology that surrounded that life is disentangled from the truth.

Eine vorgetäuschte Ehe mit Londons berüchtigtsten Junggesellen... eine wirklich schlechte Idee. Sinclair Amadeus Sterling, unfassbar reich und mächtig, bietet mir einen Job an. Einziger Haken? Der Milliardär verlangt von mir, dreißig Tage seine Ehefrau zu mimen. Er ist arrogant, kontrollierend – und bei unserer ersten Begegnung habe ich dem Mistkerl dahin getreten, wo es ordentlich wehtut. Das Einzige, was noch schlimmer ist als sein nicht unerheblicher Gott-Komplex, ist sein fehlender Sinn für Humor.

America’s unique prosperity is based on its creation of a middle class. In the 20th century, that middle class provided the workforce, the educated skills, and the demand that gave life to the world’s greatest consumer economy. It was innovative and dynamic; it eclipsed old imperial systems and colonial archetypes. It gave rise to a dream: that if you worked hard and followed the rules you would prosper in America, and your children would enjoy a better life than yours. Incredibly, however, for more than 30 years, government and big business in America have conspired to roll back the American dream....