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The chance of a lifetime. A forbidden love. Are workplace romances always so complicated? Amy got her dream internship, and on her first day, she catches the eye of her boss. Older, controlled, and refined, he instantly makes her heart flutter.
His kindness entices her, his wealth intrigues her, but his touch is what keeps her going back for more. But he's the one man off limits to her, the one man who can show her a world she's only dreamed of.
She isn't prepared for the intense feelings she has for him, but when they're finally alone in private, can she really submit to her boss?

As a Navy SEAL, I do the sh*t no one else can handle, and I'm good at it.

But I keep thinking of the one that got away. The one I let get away. A scorching hot one-night-stand, and suddenly Rebecca is in my blood. When my best friend dies in the line of duty, I realize I gotta get out if I want any hope of having a family. If I want to have a future.

So I find her. I need her to give me a second chance. When she tells me our tryst started a family for us, though? I can hardly believe my good luck.

I never expected the war to follow me home. I never expected to have to be this...

She knew where this path would lead her...

Angela is slipping back into old habits and falling for dangerous men who are sexy as hell.

She promised herself she was going to turn her life around, to be a good girl and let go of
her wild past.

Then, the last person in the world she wanted to see waltzed back into her life.

Years ago, Jamal ripped her heart out and tossed it on the ground. But he's back, beefed up from prison and wanting to make amends for
dumping her.

They make amends, but when Vitaly, a Russian biker with a...

"You will be my woman for a year, servant to my whims and desires. I will not hurt you, unless you want me to."
I'm in deep to the Mafia. My father was the one who made the deal, and when I inherited his club, I also inherited his troubles.
Ivan wants to save me, or so he says. More like he wants me to be his slave for a year. After the one-night stand I had with him, though, would that be so bad? With his impossibly hard body, and the way he always makes me scream...
But he's still a monster. He's a criminal, and something so much worse.
And yet I can't stop the tingling...

I was supposed to protect her. I'll kill them men who took her. I'm leaving my dark past behind me, where it belongs, and it seems like fate has finally smiled on me when she comes into my life.
Innocent, pure, and with a bright future ahead of her, she's the girl I always wanted and never deserved.
Then, those scumbags steal her right from under of my nose.
But they don't know who I am, or the lives I've taken. They're out to make some quick cash by selling a pure bride, and there's no way I'm going to let that happen. Not to her.
I have to risk everything to save...

All I have to do is spy on Dimitri Brokov. "The" Dimitri Brokov. Billionaire, CEO, Russian Mobster, and my step-brother.
I can have it all. A fling with the hot, tattooed and totally off-limits jerk, half a million dollars and, best of all, the sweet taste of revenge to mend my broken heart
I'm supposed to be in control, but I keep going back for more. His hands on me are addictive, the danger he's in thrills me. And when he ties me to his bed so I can't run, we share more than a night of passion; we share a purpose. A mission. One that threatens everything we thought we knew.

You're not supposed to fall in love with your arresting officer.

Officer Declan Riley was hot as hell. I noticed that, even as he was leading me to the arrest vans. The cops wanted us on prostitution charges. We were just ladies serving drinks in the near nude. In Sin City, you'd figure that was barely a crime... except for the fact that we were caught surrounded by mountains of coke.

It was all over for me, except Officer Riley saved my hide.

One kiss, one date, one broken condom.

That Valentine's Day changed my life forever.

"I was sent to kill her."
There was one rule for this job. No witnesses.
Then I saw her. She wasn't supposed to be there, and I can only imagine what those dirtbags had been planning for her with her gorgeous blonde hair and her deadly curves. So I did the one thing I knew I shouldn't: I killed every a**hole in that room and I took her as my prize.
I don't save people's lives. I'm a killer, a hired hitman for the Russian mob. But I tell her to trust me, and I mean it. I'm not going to let anyone take her away from me. I'd sworn off women long ago, but I can't resist her long...

She was the girl that got away. Now she thinks I murdered her dad.

Cherry LaBeau. More like Cherry Bomb, the way she walked back into my life, accusing me of killing her father.

She's a fiery mystery from my past, and this time, I'm not going to let her get away.

But first, I have to prove to her that we're lookin' for the same person. That whoever killed her dad has been screwing with my club and the people I care about most. So I'm going to find the scumbag who hurt my Cherry, and my club, and I'm going to make them pay.

Even if I have to turn back to my former hitman...

She's terrified of me. She should be.
I'm no saint, but apparently even killers have limits. When the Bratva hired me as security for the night, I didn't know it was a flesh trade. I could have kept my cool, done my job, but then I saw her. Pure as a lily, dressed in skimpy lingerie, and being auctioned off to the foulest men in Brighton Beach.
I'm not used to this white knight sh*t, but I did what I had to do. I outbid those pieces of trash and bought myself a bride.
What the hell do I do with a sweet, subservient woman who's been trained to obey her husband? I can think of...

Out of the darkest evil will come the strongest love.

The Bratva is changing, but whenever there's change, there's resistance. I have to prove I'm one of them or else I'm dead.

I wasn't prepared for what they wanted. They gave me a young and beautiful woman, to defile and break.

With a gun to my head, it's not like I have a choice.

I've never met a woman like her. Damaged, just like me, but with a clever mind that she knows is a dangerous weapon, and curves for days. Every second I spend with her, it becomes less about business, less about the darkness I'm trying to leave...

"You will be my woman for a year, servant to my whims and desires. I will not hurt you, unless you want me to."

I'm in deep to the Mafia. My father was the one who made the deal, and when I inherited his club, I also inherited his troubles.

Ivan wants to save me, or so he says. More like he wants me to be his slave for a year. After the one-night stand I had with him, though, would that be so bad? With his impossibly hard body, and the way he always makes me scream...

But he's still a monster. He's a criminal, and something so much worse.

And...

She's terrified of me. She should be.

I'm no saint, but apparently even killers have limits. When the Bratva hired me as security for the night, I didn't know it was a flesh trade. I could have kept my cool, done my job, but then I saw her. Pure as a lily, dressed in skimpy lingerie, and being auctioned off to the foulest men in Brighton Beach.

I'm not used to this white knight sh*t, but I did what I had to do. I outbid those pieces of trash and bought myself a bride.

What the hell do I do with a sweet, subservient woman who's been...

"I was sent to kill her."

There was one rule for this job. No witnesses.

Then I saw her. She wasn't supposed to be there, and I can only imagine what those dirtbags had been planning for her with her gorgeous blonde hair and her deadly curves. So I did the one thing I knew I shouldn't: I killed every a**hole in that room and I took her as my prize.

I don't save people's lives. I'm a killer, a hired hitman for the Russian mob. But I tell her to trust me, and I mean it. I'm not going to let anyone take her away from me. I'd sworn off women long ago, but I can't...

She needs to behave, or I'll be forced to punish her.

Delaney Underwood is sexy as hell, with a killer body, wicked smile, and a spoiled rotten demeanor. She's a pampered rich girl, thinking she can get anything she wants, whenever she wants.

It pisses me off. I've struggled to survive, and I have the scars to prove it. Delaney's going to make me a wealthy man, once her parents pay to get their precious angel back.

But every time I look at those sassy lips, I wanna put them to good use. Delaney has gotten under my skin and she knows it. Even before I...

She was the girl that got away. Now she thinks I murdered her dad.

It took me years to get untangled from the Bratva -- the Russian mafia. But I've gotten my life together, with my Club behind me. Sure, we still operate outside of the law. It has to be like that, because we're up against something far worse.

Then she shows up, asking about her dad's murder. She's a fiery mystery from my past, and this time, I'm not going to let her get away.

But first, I have to prove to her that we're lookin' for the same person. That whoever killed her dad has been hurting...