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Corey isn’t like the other explorers who have entered the long-lost dragon temple deep in the Sumatran jungle. Whereas to his eyes, their predilections are hardly discriminate, he longs for a partner—a woman who will be his equal, who might love him as much as she challenges him.

As a little girl, I dreamed of finding my own Prince Charming—just like in the story my mom used to read to me. But as a woman who grew up living a life that was anything but a fairy tale, I never expected it to happen to me, and certainly not in the bordello I worked at in Las Vegas. When our eyes locked, I knew, in another life, Liam could easily be my Prince Charming, but in my world, those kind of men didn’t exist.

Serving cocktails with morning sickness is bad enough. Stumbling into a mob hit? Nightmare. Running is my only choice. Although I never expected to run into him. Alek. The hook-up I can't forget. The guy I saw murdered was his brother. And he'll do anything to find the killer—even if that means keeping me under lock and key until I I.D. the shooter. Now, he's the only one standing between me and a bullet.

Aggie is a witch in hiding from her coven and the magickal world at large, after her virginity contract was sold at birth to an incubus, a demon who would surely kill her during the inheritance ceremony. Now turning forty, her magick is tired of being contained, and attracts the attention of a few nearby supernaturals, all vying for her attention: Karl, a grumpy, self-effacing vampire who fusses like a mother hen, Luka, a rowdy werewolf with golden retriever energy, and Quinn, a player warlock with a pet hawk. If they can sense her, then surely her jilted betrothed can as well.

One night. That's all it took. A stolen kiss that turned into a deal with the devil himself. Daniil Zorin—cold-eyed heir to the Chicago Bratva. Ruthless. Merciless. The kind of man who takes what he wants… and what he wanted was me. He offered me a bargain soaked in danger. Be his wife for a weekend. Wear his ring. Play the part. In return, he'd bankroll the dream I was too desperate to give up. I told myself it was fake. That I could survive him and walk away untouched. But nothing about Daniil is fake.

Jacob Callahan is nothing like the guys I know from college. He’s powerful. Stern. And most of all, he’s big. Every time I crane my neck to meet his eye, every time I see his bulk fill a doorway…I melt....

He was the sunshine I craved. The laughter I couldn’t contain. My first thought when I woke in the morning and the last image I saw before I went to bed. But now Griffin Hathaway hates my guts, and he’s my new roommate. Yes, it’s that painful. It’s my freshman year of college, and I’m doomed to repeat the same mistakes, live the same lies, and stare at the same gorgeous face for a year. We clash from the start, no surprise, but what he doesn’t understand is that I’m not the girl he dropped like a bad habit.

Five steamy tales of femdom goodness. Enjoy older women teaching lessons to 20-something men and women, bratty and naturally submissive alike.

When I let my most embarrassing secret slip to the person I wanted it kept from most of all. Damn you, tequila. I'm a grown woman. I turned thirty this year, and I've been running my own business for the last decade, a dream I made a reality all on my own. I have an amazing group of friends. Life is good. I'm happy. Well, except for one little problem I'm still a virgin. How did this happen? How did I manage to live this long without ever making it past second base? I don't know. Maybe it just never felt right. Maybe I was waiting for something. Or someone.

A spicy Formula 1 romance pairs a journalist with a mysterious Team Principal, perfect for fans of Drive to Survive on Netflix and readers of Hannah Grace or Sarah Adams. After a decade in journalism, Natalia Evans has reached the pinnacle of her career-lead reporter for Auto Racing Journal...

She was a stunning woman in the prime of her life, her cold calculating intelligence matched in equal parts by her beauty. She was tired of the same old games men play, not looking for anything, until she met him. He was an attractive younger man, recently out of work, dumped by his girlfriend and looking for a place to stay. Together they would explore a side of her too long repressed, and a side of him she knew was there the moment they met, even if he didn't. Being confined in a box under her bed wasn't what he'd been looking for, but house rules were house rules.

He didn't ask for my name. He told me I was his. One night. That's all it took. A stolen kiss that turned into a deal with the devil himself. Daniil Zorin—cold-eyed heir to the Chicago Bratva. Ruthless. Merciless. The kind of man who takes what he wants… and what he wanted was me. He offered me a bargain soaked in danger. Be his wife for a weekend. Wear his ring. Play the part. In return, he'd bankroll the dream I was too desperate to give up. I told myself it was fake. That I could survive him and walk away untouched. But nothing about Daniil is fake. Not the way his touch brands me.

I've been kidnapped by an incubus. It doesn't matter that he's my betrothed—I'd been running from him and my coven for the past two decades. My mother finally found me and betrayed my location. I won't blame my boys for this. It wasn't their fault. I wasn't going to be able to hide my magick...

When my twin brother, Sebastian, sold me out and orchestrated a hostile takeover of my company, I thought I had hit rock bottom. But then I received a taunting email from Ethan offering me a position as his PA, and it was like salt in the wound. All I’m missing is a little tequila and lime. Trouble is, I don’t have any other options. The sweet, geeky boy I used to know is gone, and in his place is a ruthless businessman who seems to have one mission in life – to make me miserable. And now he’s my boss. My very engaged and annoying boss.

Her brother's best friend is not only the hottest man Michelle Dennis has ever seen, he's the one man she hopes to avoid after leaving town eight years ago. Of course he's the one waiting at the airport. Worse, he made sure they're staying in the same house.

These four MMF short stories bring the heat with the kind of immersive writing that takes you right into these characters’ worlds, from the hard streets of the LA underground crime scene to an Australian vacation, to a London college town and a luxury NYC loft. Each story is completely different from the next, but they all share one thing—whether it’s their first time or a long-term thing, these guys are bi and they don’t hold back.

Luna: Five years ago, I saved the world, but no one knows it. Ten years ago, I nearly destroyed the world’s economy, and some people won’t let me forget it. I have good friends who are helping me get back on my feet, after I screwed up big time, writing a dangerous piece of malware so I could draw a paycheck. Graham and Oz are sweeping me off my feet, to help relieve the stress. When a major tech blog runs an anniversary piece on my mistake, all eyes are pointed at me again. This time, if I go down, everyone who supports me will go with me.

Ramsey’s family is local royalty. Basically the Kennedys around here. And, he doesn’t have a problem using his money and connections to work the system. It’s the reason he and I didn’t work out, years ago. Then, I make a mistake - I let a night of fun and relived memories lead to inviting him and his best friend-slash-campaign manager into my bed. With their smoldering looks and magic fingers, it’s a mistake I’m tempted to repeat.

Moody lighting, intimate corners, and pulsing, magnetic energy is what makes a club the place to be for a hot night. You're invited to four different club experiences where secrets are kept and nothing is off-limits. Have a hot minute? Drop in on these sexy shorts from Alyssa Turner, Kate Briggs, Gwen Dylan, and Stacey Wallace.

My two best friends have each found their perfect threesome. I don’t have an issue with the fact they both have two boyfriends. I would like a taste of the same for myself, though. When two guys hit on me in a bookstore, I’m tempted to ignore the fact that Fred and Barney are obviously fake names. I’ll be their Betty.