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“Now, we become adventurers....” Von Dominus continues to build Zagorath into a lair worthy of an evil overlord. When a new item brings another realm to his fingertips, it’s time the dungeon did a little diving of his own.

The only thing Jag loves more than his custom bike is Ivy. He's wanted her ever since he could remember. However, through the years, he's had to watch her date anyone but him, since she avoids dating bikers like the plague. Instead, she gravitates toward the complete opposite: geeks and nerds. Something Jag will never be. Smart and independent, Ivy wants to be the property of no man.

Life is a b*tch. Keeps screwing me over, and I take blow after blow, sucking it up, giving her the finger. Don't get me wrong: I love women. Especially one woman - Madeline. She's gorgeous, she's sexy, she's goddamn perfect. Plus - minor detail - she has a boyfriend already. Not that she'd want anything to do with the likes of me. Apprentice tattoo artist, former homeless person, covered in ink, without a penny to my name. And sort of cursed.

When Bridger Cole sings, the women of America think he's singing to them. No one needs to know every lyric is inspired by his best friend's little sister, the woman who annoys him and makes him want to grow old in matching rocking chairs at the same time. But when the press catches wind of a new woman in his life, Bridger's management is quick to use the opportunity to repair his wicked rock star reputation with the public. Use his lifelong frenemy in a good-girl changes the bad-boy ploy? Easy. Watch her sing in his kitchen each morning and become besties with his dog? Harder.

Princess Corla was supposed to be my soul mate. But we were star crossed. Two ships passing in the dark. Meant to be together, but never able to be together. At least that’s what I thought. But it turns out my life is a lie, evil forces are out to get us, Harem Station is spinning chaos, and the soul mate bond won’t protect us.

There are three of them. Three boys. We’re friends, neighbors, our lives linked through disaster, fear, and pain. I love them all. Not sure I can live without them. Can we just stay friends? Can we ignore the desire flaring when we’re around each other? Can I kiss one and not the other? I can’t choose. Don’t want to choose. And I’m not sure they can, either. This story will either end up in heartache, or as any story should - in a happy ending.

What to do when a bossy billionaire makes an aggressive bid to get you knocked up with his baby?Say no, and return to your perfectly normal, baby-free life. Or you could do what I did, sign the Bossy Jerk's illicit contract, and sell yourself into sexy servitude. Clearly, mistakes were made... Now I'm tangled up in a dizzying mixture of business and pleasure with Hunter Mendelssohn, the sexiest man to ever pull my hair while delivering multiple Os. This is supposed to be simple—He wants a very devoted, very pregnant fake fiancee to convince his dying mother their family line will live on.

Let's get one thing straight - I'm not your usual bad boy billionaire. I'm actually a nice guy. A very nice guy who also enjoys turning a woman over my knee and spanking her ass until she begs for mercy - AKA a good, hard, hold-her-down-and-teach-her-who's-boss f--k. I'm a gentleman in the boardroom and a dominant in the bedroom. I've also been secretly in love with my sweet, sexy, too-innocent-for-her-own-good executive assistant, Jane, for the better part of two years.

For thousands of years, the Darkness has chosen its champions—granting power, feeding ambition, and demanding sacrifice to those it favored. The Vampire Paul is not this champion. He is, however, cunning and patient. Ryet, cursed by his demonic transformation, is bound by blood to Syrsee, a witch whose very existence fuels his hunger and his torment. Each drop of her blood brings him closer to becoming the monster he fears, even as their connection grows intoxicatingly intimate. Is it love between them? Or just an addiction?

Jazzy Simon used to be a pro at reading people. That is until she met Finn Walker, the broody musical genius behind the country’s hottest rock stars. As media correspondent for a new rock and roll documentary, Jazzy is there to get the paycheck her family desperately needs. For an added bonus payment, she'll expose a little scandal on the side. But as she spends more time with the guarded single dad whose dedication to his daughter lights her heart on fire, Jazzy’s ability to read people goes out the window.

My new master is intense, intimidating, and wildly unpredictable. Sterling’s secrets are of the dark and dangerous variety - there’s no doubt in my mind about that now. But I still can’t figure out what he truly wants from me. I can’t let myself be drawn in by his generous, wickedly sexy side. Serving Sterling is something I can survive. Falling for Sterling would destroy me - body, heart, and soul.

Buy her. Seduce her. Destroy her. That was the agenda. But that was before I knew Trudy Potter. Before I tasted her, touched her. Before she reached into the darkness and made me smile for the first time in years. Before I fell like a star from the sky for her clever mind and incomparable heart. Too bad we were doomed from the start. She’ll never forgive me for the lies I’ve told, and I can’t love a woman whose brother destroyed my family. I already know how this ends - in pain and chaos.

When I met Cruz Vega, it was love at first sight. He was my forever and always, my port in the storm, my one true love. Everything was so perfect—until a cruel twist of fate robbed us of a future. Then, I was navigating uncharted territory, merely surviving without really living. Until August Harper. The hot-as-hell, tattooed chef swaggered into my restaurant and took over my kitchen. Then, piece by piece, he claimed my heart, too. That wasn't enough for him, though. He wanted all of me. As everyone knows… when you play with fire, you get burned.

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

Piper Flammia knows two things: She is the best park ranger in all of Alaska, and Colin Relik is a jerk. All she has to do is stay away from the man and focus on her dream job. So what if her one-night stand with Colin was amazing; she hasn’t heard from him in months. Who cares if she keeps running into him? She can definitely stay away from him. Even if her body has other ideas.

I was her first love, and I’m going to be her last… On paper, I have it all—good looks, good friends, a killer business, and women throwing themselves at me from every corner of the globe. But I can’t get one woman out of my head.

Pop rock princess Ellie Walker is an expert at navigating the world of rock and roll. She’s the sunshine girl who befriends even the wildest of rockstars and fans. Except when it comes to Tate Hawkins. The grumpy, annoyingly sexy drummer of Perfectly Broken tilted her world once, but now spends his free time shooting her with dagger eyes. She has no idea why, and she certainly doesn’t care. The kiss was a mistake, and she’s over it. She’ll just keep avoiding him and wooing his best friends and bandmates until he’s red in the face.

Eyes on the prize - get the job, get into school, get my career on track. I’ve got too much on the line to lose my head over my boss, or his roommate's seriously fine ass. And definitely not both at the same time. Sizzle is a full-length stand-alone bisexual menage romance including MF, MM, MFM, and MMF lovin’. No cheating, no cliffhangers - nothing but the naughty good stuff!

What to do when the male "escort" you hired to take your virginity turns out to be a jaded billionaire playing games with your body... and your heart? As a card-carrying Good Girl, I'm the last person anyone would expect to end up in a "Reverse Pretty Woman" situation... I'm the sweet, shy one, not the type to hire an escort to show her the ropes in the bedroom. I'm also not the type to lie to my family, sneak away to New York City for a week of no-holds-barred pleasure, or enjoy being told what a "good girl" I am when I get down on my knees for a gorgeous, commanding older man.

Tonight, my virginity goes to the highest bidder.... This obviously isn’t the fun, romantic first time I’ve always imagined, but it’s the only way to raise the money to save my sister from her abusive ex. The best I can hope for is that my buyer won’t be a creep. And that he won’t hurt me. But I’ll confess, by the time the auction is over, this lifelong book nerd is shaking in her high heels and itchy lace corset. And then I meet him. Sterling.