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Hooking up with Quincy was a no-brainer. The sexy hot-shot Navy pilot wasn’t on my SEAL team. I thought she’d be safe for a one-night stand. I realized too late she wasn’t a one-and-done for me. But now she thinks I’m a player. Okay, she knows I’m a player. Which is why she won’t go there with me again. Quincy’s on my team. We live in the same bunkhouse. We’re friends. I don’t want to screw that up. Being near her is pure torture. I don’t know how much longer I can last Before I risk the biggest mistake of all—losing her.

I crave her scent. I can’t stay away. Nothing can keep me from claiming the new waitress at the diner. Except for her other mate, the scent match I didn’t know existed. He’s a stranger to me and our pack, but now we must work together.

We see a female, we want her. But she’s a wolf biologist prepared to expose us to the world. We scent a female, we claim her. Except we can’t claim the one who could destroy our pack. We touch a female, we give her two marks. Yet we can’t mark her without sharing everything. Because in the Two Marks pack, shifters share. Two cowboys for every mate. If she can ever be ours.

The innocent young actress has a bright future ahead of her, so long as someone doesn’t break her first. Someone like me. Every weekend, she gives herself to me fully. Without question. Without hesitation. She’s mine to command.

She’s a human. Forbidden. My brother’s widow. But deep down, my wolf believes she's mine. Before my brother died, he made me swear to stand by his human mate and their son. It's been 10 years since his death, and I've done my best.

Junior Tacone ist gefährlich, das wusste ich. Ich habe für ihn gearbeitet und mich um seine Mutter gekümmert. Nach dem Job dachte ich, ich wäre sicher. Aus den Augen, aus dem Sinn. Außerhalb seiner Reichweite. Dann aber musste sich sein Bruder eine Kugel einfangen und Junior brauchte eine Krankenschwester.

They bought me at auction - claimed me as theirs. Two purple, horned males with massive chests and arms as thick as my waist. They’re taking me to Zandia to bear their young. The only trouble is, I’m already pregnant...and if my former master finds me, he’ll tear me to pieces once his young is born. My new masters are firm but kind. They give far more pleasure than pain. Their planet is beautiful. But when they find out my secret, I have no doubt they’ll cast me out, and my life will be forfeit...because no human female with a bounty on her head survives a lunar cycle alone.

The Zandians have taken back their planet. Now they need brides. All human females have been assigned to mates. Yes, mates, multiple. I've been given to three handsome males - cousins. Huge, purple and horned, they act like they want to eat me for breakfast. After what I've been through with previous slave masters, I don't know how I'll survive this. But I have to. It's adapt or be sent off-planet, which would mean my death, considering I'm wanted for murder. My mates cannot find out I'm not able to reproduce.

After one loser boyfriend too many, Melissa Bell swore she was done with bad boys, but when her ex puts her life in danger it is a buff, tattooed, dirty-talking alpha shifter who shows up to save her. More disturbing still, her rescuer makes it clear that he regards Melissa's safety as his personal responsibly, and defying his instructions soon earns her an embarrassing spanking. Though she should be furious, her body's reaction to the tough, handsome wolf's stern dominance demands more.

It started with a small deception.... Now, five long months later, Ashley's alpha shifter fiancé still thinks they've been trying to conceive a baby when she's secretly been taking the pill the whole time. When he finds out, there's going to be hell to pay, and that means a thorough, humiliating punishment and a bottom that will soon be sore both inside and out.

She killed to escape her former slave master. Stowed away on my ship. Injected me with poison. Now she’s been remanded to me for probation. It’s my job to watch her. Rule over her. Discipline her. It’s up to me to decide if she’s worthy of asylum on our planet. And I’m dragging my feet on the decision. Because stars know, I like her right where I have her. In my home. In my bed.

It's the Zandian Lights festival, and the king declared a free-for-all. All human females may mate without petition. Without multiple partners. Without promises. Two warriors have pledged themselves to me, but I can't get excited about becoming their bride. There's only one purple-skinned male who excites me - Mykl, my master and supervisor. The gruff male with a dislike for humans. But I've also seen heat in his eyes, a tilt of his horns when he looks at me. So this holiday, my only wish is to snag his attention. And maybe even his heart.

Cambry doesn't believe the aliens' propaganda for one minute. The Zandians may have saved her from one death, but they planned to send her to another. She bides her time, waiting for her chance to get away and find her brother, enslaved by a different species. The only thing she didn't count on was Lundric, the tempting Zandian warrior who, for some reason, decided she was his female.

Don G hat mir einen Auftrag gegeben—ich soll seine Tochter finden. Sie zur Vernunft bringen. Sie nach Hause holen. Die Mafiaprinzessin in meine Obhut zu nehmen, wird mir ein Vergnügen sein. Aber sie wird nicht nach Hause gehen—sie bleibt bei mir. Denn obwohl sie einer anderen Familie versprochen war, hat Jenna Pachino schon immer mir gehört.

Seke has no interest in owning or training a slave. Not even Leora, the beautiful human who had captivated his thoughts and fantasies since her arrival on their pod. As the Zandian Master of Arms, he has a war to plan and new troops to train. He can't be tempted by the breathtaking human slave, who, according to Prince Zander, grows aroused by punishment. Yet he can't allow another male to bring her to heel either. Not his Leora.

I’m a desperate man. One week out of prison and trouble found me again. When a mafia hitman comes after me, I end him with my bare hands. But the beautiful florist witnesses my crime. Now she’s my prisoner. I can’t let her go. My soul's unsalvageable, forever living in a den of sin. But the rest of me knows what it wants. And I want her.

There’s a story out there buried in the muck, and Jordan Walsh, coming from a family of esteemed reporters, wants to be the one to dig it up. But it’s 1955, and the men who dominate the city room of the Chicago Tribune have no interest in making room for a female cub reporter. Instead Jordan is relegated to society news, reporting on Marilyn Monroe sightings at the Pump Room and interviewing secretaries for the White Collar Girl column. Of course, that all changes the moment she establishes a secret source inside Mayor Daley’s office.

For as long as she could remember, Becca dreamed of a dominant man to take her in hand, and Zac, the handsome Marine she met at her sister's wedding, filled the role with aplomb...for a weekend. Then the fling came to an end, Zac went off to war and died for his country, and Becca learned she carried a child who would be born without a father.

My career is on the line here. King Zander demoted me. The planet is in crisis over a viral epidemic affecting the human half-breeds. If I could get my hands on the genetically modified human, she could be the answer to both problems. But I didn’t expect to fall for the feisty little female who stole my heart while I stole her body.

I was born blind. My genes are defective. Unsuitable for breeding. That’s the only reason I don’t claim the alluring human we rescued from a slave auction. I have no intention of mating her, especially since she’s meant for another. But when she calls me Master, I can’t help but take command. And command I will.