Genres : Steamy

Falling for your new boss is a bad idea. Getting pregnant by him? Even worse. Especially when he runs the Bratva. He saved me from a creep at the bar, then handed me his business card. Damien Morozov. Impossibly rich. Impeccably controlled. The kind of man whose world should never collide with mine. So imagine my shock when I walk into my new job… and find him behind the desk. The man I thought I’d never see again. I thought...

It started with an undercover job… And ended under the covers of three outlaw silver fox bikers. I was supposed to infiltrate the Black Wolves MC… Not ride the three rough ex-military suspects. But Atlas sees through me the moment I walk into his den. And Garrett shows me the ropes in their bar, then ties me up with it. Then there’s Silas… watching, waiting silently as he stalks his prey. Getting claimed by a possessive biker was never the...

My bestie swore it was a self-care gift. She failed to mention it was anatomically correct, eight inches long... And accidentally set to “turbo jackhammer mode.” I open a package on my front porch, And find a dildo buzzing to life in my hands! I panic and fling it across the yard like a live grenade - just as my neighbors step out. Mid-coffee sip - frozen as my gift lands at their feet, vibrating against their garden gnome. FML....

I’ve got two kids… One stalker ex… And three ex-SEAL bodyguards about to ruin my sheets… And my sanity. I just wanted to act, Protect my kids, And keep my psycho ex-husband from ruining my life. But his threats are escalating. And no amount of fame can keep me safe… But they can. There’s Sean, beautiful but lethal. Wesley, the tech god with a mouth made for sin. And Huck, the inked beast with a wicked streak and a heart...

What’s the best way to get over your ex? By getting under three silver fox bikers. I caught my fiancé cheating… With my best friend… On our wedding day. So I ran away… And now I’m riding three bikers twice my age. There’s Ash, who’d burn everything to ashes for me. Ryder, who’d ride and take a bullet for me. And Saint, who’d die for me. All three brothers want me on their bikes… And in their beds. Not for...

I prayed for a miracle to save my little boy. God sent me three loyal silver fox alphas instead. Their price? My body. My secrets. My heart. Five years ago, I fled Blackthorn Falls... Now I’m back—broke, desperate, and hiding in my late brothers old cabin—waiting on a trust fund to pay for the surgery that could save my son’s life. But I never planned to run into them. My brother’s three best friends. The men I loved in secret—and...

I texted the wrong number. He texted back. Now the Bratva owns me. It was supposed to be a rant to the date who stood me up. Instead, I got Sergei Volkov. Cold. Ruthless. Powerful. The kind of man you don’t say no to. He took me to dinner. Then took me apart in bed. No names. No strings. Just the best night of my life. I never expected to see him again... Until he walked into my ER— While...

What’s worse than letting a masked stranger dominate you? Letting three… Then ending up with two babies in your belly. It started with the hottest night of my life… But it ended with me witnessing a crime. I thought I’ve put the past behind me, But it crashes back into my present… In the form of not one, not two… But three Irish daddies. There’s Declan, the delicious man who haunts me in my nightmares. Rian, who charms me with...

I sold my soul to three devils in designer suits… For one entire month. It was either auctioning off my virginity to three billionaire brothers... Or risk losing my sister. I didn’t have to think twice. But now I belong to three filthy rich silver foxes. I’m theirs to claim. To ruin. To ravage. There’s Nico, the gorgeous savage with a heart of gold. Dante, the daredevil who makes my pulse race. Then there's Salvatore… who’s a mystery I crave...

"There's zero chance of knowing who the father is. Identical triplets share almost identical DNA." The words slam into me like a freight train. Oh. Hell. How did I let this happen? After losing my job for refusing my boss’s disgusting proposition, I had two choices: Rot alone in my apartment, wallowing in misery. Escape to Sweden—where snow, champagne, and three of the most dangerously attractive men I’ve ever known were waiting. Guess which one I picked? Worst. Decision. Ever....