***Warning: Contains scenes of an adult nature, and a hero so mouth-watering, he will put you off chocolate*** What happens when the worlds of two tortured souls collide? Angelina Bradshaw has always believed that she does not need a man in her life. That's what she has been telling herself her entire adult life. She feels worlds apart from her family's dreams for her to meet a man, settle down, and have babies. She certainly can't be doing that because love just gets in the way. She has a 'go to' guy and that's enough for her. Living in rural Cornwall, she is bored and in desperate need of...

Most fairy tales end with a happily ever after. This is not a fairy tale. He is not her Prince Charming about to whisk her away into the sunset. This is a story about betrayal, lust, desire and, ultimately, revenge... And revenge can only lead to one thing. TYLER He was my stranger, my visitor, my shadow in the corner of my room. He stalked me, watched me, knew everything about me. But all I could do was sit and wait. I waited for him to visit me night after night. He was becoming my addiction, my craving, my obsession. He knew every inch of me, but I knew nothing about him. His calls himself...

How could anyone move on from a betrayal so devastating, it cut down to the bone and rooted itself deep within? You could never forgive such heartache... Or could you? From the moment Tyler was six, she fell in love with that cocky eight-year-old boy with the black spiky hair, captivating blues eyes, and scruffy uniform. From the moment he punched a boy for hurting her, Tyler knew there was no going back. They were always meant to be together... Always. Then everything changed. The stage was set like a tragic Shakespearean play, and Tyler's and Dean's world-as they knew it-had ended. Or had...

After the devastating loss of her parents and subsequent depression, Olivia Brown decided a move from her parent's family home in Cambridge to a house in London would give her the fresh start she so sorely needed. Living off her inheritance, Olivia didn't need to work, but she knew she needed something to make her feel like life was worth living. Painting was her one true love, but that wasn't enough. So she started a part-time job in a bar, and the rest of the time she spent at a local soup kitchen, feeding the homeless. In the mornings, she bought hot beverages for her homeless friends, but...

I used sex to help me forget. To help me numb the pain. Because for those few minutes of pleasure, I could shut it all off. The reminders of all that I had lost. All that I had endured. Of all that I saw die before my eyes. I slept with a man I can't get out of my head. It was supposed to be a one-time thing with no attachments and no commitments. No names were exchanged, no phone numbers swapped. And that was fine by me... until I lay awake at night, dreaming about that man's caress. Wanting and yearning to feel his touch once more. But one day, my fantasies of seeing this man become an...

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be held hostage by an Italian stallion? My name is Clara, and I am part-owner of a brothel called "The Castle." My empire is my home which I've worked hard to build a life from. A future. But one day, the infamous Luca Belatoni stepped into my office and demanded that I pay him protection money. Of course, I refused. Of course, he wouldn't take no for an answer. Now he is in my castle-holding me hostage. Trying to control my mind in business and my body in bed. Neither of which I will allow. No matter how much his caramel eyes and Italian words...

Murderous thoughts. Those are what I had once Isabella walked through the door and revealed to me who she was. I needed an escape. An escape from my thoughts, an escape from the hurt, and an escape from ... him. I was a broken woman, but I was never going to break my resolve. I grew up being a fighter because I had to. No man could ever bring me down... Not even Luca. But, I had to admit, I never thought my heart would break as much as it did that day. Of course, I fled, but I was a fool to think he would ever let me go. He always told me I was his ... no matter what the cost. He was...

I had the perfect school, the perfect friends-the perfect life ... At least, that's what I thought. But you changed all that. You are always there ... Always watching ... Always waiting in the shadows. You send me flowers and messages. You stalk me, trace my every movement... Until that one day, in a silly game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, when I finally get to feel you-have a taste of you ... It left me wanting more. One catastrophic day, my wish is granted. Just past my eighteenth birthday, tragedy strikes and I watch my family die before my eyes. You are there. You rescue me. You choose my...

I'm not a good person. In fact, I'm a real bitch. If the opportunity arises, I will take your husband, give him the best sex he's ever had, and laugh behind your back once I'm done with him. I do not put on airs and graces. I just take what I want whenever I want it. I am the abused who has become the abuser. I live for power because all power had been stripped from me for years. Now that I have it back, I feed off of it like it's my primary sustenance, and I don't care who I hurt in the process. Every woman hates me, but do you know what? I don't give a shit. You won't like me. I'm not here...

On my fourteenth birthday, I was promised to a very wealthy man... A domineering man. A powerful man. On that day, the first of two transactions were made with my very unloving parents. I became his possession. Something to own. Something to keep. An object intended only for his desire, his pleasure, and his ... indulgence. Although promised to this man, I at least remained safe ... untouched ... pure. I was to be his and his alone. On my eighteenth birthday, the second transaction took place. I escaped... But he came for me. Now, I'm his. He owns my body and my soul. And, as if all of that...