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Dr. Duke Potter is no hero. Nor am I some damsel that needs saving—if that’s what we’re calling it. But that’s exactly what Duke thinks he did when he found me on the arm of a short-tempered congressman, arranged to be married. I should have told him the truth. Unfortunately, this isn’t the first time Duke and I have caused a scandal. This time, though, we have more than just our reputations on the line.

Dominique Price wants me. My body. My mind. My soul. And he can have me—behind closed doors and away from prying eyes. As long as he helps me forget my pain, and promises to stay the hell away from my heart, I'll be his. And for a short while, he'll be mine. But we're playing a dangerous game. One whose rules are swiftly being ignored. I want him. Need him. Might even be addicted to him. Only, happily ever after was never in the cards for us. And it looks like I'm the idiot who forgot that.

She was a broken angel who had the light beat right out of her. He was the man responsible for her life, her protector.... He never expected to fall for the fragile woman, with soft eyes and lips that begged to be kissed. He knew what she saw when she looked at him, a ruthless fighter, a man with a broken past, too far gone to be reached, sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness. Still, somehow her light reached him, the innocence inside her called to him and the moment her soul touched his, he was tamed, ensnared in her love.

Secrets. Lies. Betrayal. Mine and Sebastian’s relationship wasn’t built on the foundation of trust. It was built over war. A ruthless war that exposed who we really were. Enemies. Imposters. And Lovers. Sebastian and I would never be friends—not after what we did. But we could pretend—especially for the million-dollar prize—in a cutthroat film competition that would set our careers in motion. We needed this win to fix our reputations. But that’s not what happened.

Maximo Giovanni Santaro is a king. A real king, like in the old days. The kind I didn’t know still existed. The kind who commands obedience and punishes any hint of defiance from his subjects. His Majesty doesn’t take no for an answer, and refusing his royal command has earned me not just a spanking that will leave me sobbing, but a lesson so utterly shameful, that it will serve as an example for anyone else who might dare to disobey him.

The resistance sent them, but that's not really why these four battle-hardened Vakarrans are here. They came for me. To conquer me. To master me. To ravage me. To strip me bare, punish me for the slightest hint of defiance, and use my quivering virgin body in ways far beyond anything in even the very darkest of my dreams, until I've been utterly, completely, and shamefully subdued. I vow never to beg for mercy, but I can't help wondering how long it will be until I beg for more.

They say romance died when society collapsed. They were right. It's brutal out here. My last date had no teeth. He took me to the Great Tire Fire and roasted a rat on a stick. I was convinced I was going to die alone at the tender old age of 22 until I saw Max. He was wearing a freaking skull on his head. It was terror at first sight. But like bacteria on wet socks, Max will grow on you. And this obsessive alpha might just give me the best happy ending you can get in this nightmarish hellscape.

No kissing. No cuddling. No blah, blah, blah. He wrote the rules onto our skin - every ink stroke tragically smeared by the lines we’d crossed. He claimed it was the only way we could be together - the only way we wouldn’t destroy our families. But there was an exception to his rules - one he never saw coming. All I needed was opportunity and a sunburn. The girl who played by his rules is gone. This girl...is not his “friend”.

I’m cursed. Yes, really. I broke a boy’s heart, because he wasn’t romance hero material, and his nonna cursed me to live out my favorite plotlines...without the happy ending. Consider my track record: Second-chance romance? Turns out my old flame returned home to cook meth, not take care of his parents.

My name is Mara, and I want desperately to become a mother. All of my dreams were dashed when the world was promised hope but instead became a place of danger, death...and monsters. Nevermores, human but feral and lethal creatures with a thirst for flesh, have arisen from the ashes of human hope. Now co-inhabitants in this new world, I am gaining ground in my understanding of them just as I am forced to face a new threat from the local militia.

Yeah, Cody’s got a lot of rules, and I have a few of my own. But the minute Cody walked into the bar where I work - I knew I’d break every last one of them. That’s why I can’t tell him I’m his Morning Girl. I’m head over heels for that broken-down cowboy, and he only wants one version of me. I take what I can get from him: scraps of friendship and his eyes on me every morning, but soon the secrets and lies grow out of control, and the only thing I know for sure is I love him.

An alpha could not tame her. Now she will kneel before a god. For endless ages I've kept this world in balance, and over the centuries countless women have writhed and screamed and climaxed beneath me. But I've never felt the need for a mate. Until today. Until her. When I touch her, she trembles. When I mark her defiant little bottom with my belt, her bare thighs glisten with helpless arousal. When she lies next to me blushing, sore, and spent, my lust for her only grows stronger. The world be damned. I'm going to claim her for myself.

They came hoping to find a new home after their own planet was destroyed, but Earth was dying, as well, and most humans saw their arrival as an invasion. Now, two decades later, the Veilorians have been banished to the District, a fenced-in area on the outskirts of the last known livable land on Earth. Most people do their best to pretend they don’t exist, but not everyone.

Holdar doesn't do commitment. Even his latest security job as bodyguard to a pretty, spoiled—and annoyingly adorable—heiress won't last, which is just as well. The sooner he gets away from her innocent smiles and tempting curves, the better. Trish is desperate to escape her father's gilded cage, even though her latest bodyguard is the biggest, most intimidating—and most enticing—male she's ever met. Then, her disastrous attempt at freedom leads her straight into his massive orc arms.

One woman bred to save the world.... Dr. Elaine “Lainey” Randolph was born with one sole purpose: To prevent the past. With her brilliant mind and unwavering spirit, she works tirelessly to solve the equations that will finally unlock the mystery of time travel. Then, she will leave the post-apocalyptic future her grandfather created and travel back in time to prevent his calamitous actions. When handsome military captain Hunter Rhodes appears at Lainey’s remote scientific hub, he offers her protection.

Led by a man with a taste for torture and a love of suffering, Sebastian and I are confronted with the seemingly impossible obstacle of escape. Caged and kept from our allies, our opportunities for freedom dwindle. There is only one way to save us both. I am forced to unearth and embrace the dark side of my heart.

When we arrived at the compound, we believed we had found our safe haven at last. For the briefest of moments, their medicine and science lulled us into a false sense of security. But within the bowels of this haven, where the cure for Nevermore is being developed, there lurks an evil that is far worse than anything we've already encountered. Sebastian is used as a test subject, a process that, instead of curing him, is slowly killing him. As his heart falters, mine must draw upon new strength if I am to fight our way out of the compound.

They rescued her. They tamed her. Now they will ravage her. Though the aliens were the ones I always feared, it was my own kind who hurt me. Men took me captive, and it was four Vakarran warriors who saved me. But they don't plan to set me free.... I belong to them now, and they intend to make me theirs more thoroughly than I can imagine. They are the enemy, and first I try to fight, then I try to run. But as they punish me, claim me, and share me between them, it isn't long before I am begging them to ravage me completely.

Born at the beginning of the zombie apocalypse to the head of the CDC and the leader of the new world, Jackson Star has always known that he would one day rule. But as Jackson and his father creep closer to achieving their goals, things slowly begin to unravel.

Twisted Mind is a dark and disturbing look into Jackson’s brain, and the inner-workings of the CDC. It will give readers a glimpse of the future, as well as answer questions that have plagued us from the very beginning of the Broken World series.

With a lucrative freelance career and a loving family, Deborah Earle has a life many women would envy. But her daughter, Amanda, is heading to college soon, and Deborah worries about having an empty nest. She thinks another child might be the answer. Her husband, Richard, however, may not be willing to start over so late in life.