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Victor promised me that I'd be one of the team. That I'll stand at his side, helping him mastermind my father's demise. I'll direct Saint to finding our enemies, and I'll tell Angelo when to pull the trigger. So why does it feel like they're humoring me? Why is every single victory only followed by another humiliation? I need to prove to them that I'm important to their operation. I need to prove that I'm not expendable.

Raymond Reynolds is a fetish photographer, or at least that’s what he’s striving to be; currently, he makes a minimal living as an office temp. He feels like a failure in everything but his art. Until a mysterious invitation arrives at the gallery showing his collection. The Melinoe Research Institute has invited him to participate in a research study involving male sexuality and sexual response. It seems one of their members saw his show and thought he might be a good candidate. Ray’s heard of The Melinoe Club. One of his fetish models mentioned it as very elite, very expensive femdom club.

It seems Brie’s life is fated to reflect the sensual play she craves. To enjoy the pleasure, she must face the pain. Enjoying the bliss of the birth of her first child, a dark secret surfaces that has the power to tear her world apart. Love has always been the cornerstone to Brie’s journey, but now she must make a heartbreaking choice.

I don't do relationships. I don't do feelings. I don't do what's considered the norm. I love hurting people. I love their screams. I love their begging. I live for it. Until him. Aaron. He has his own version of crazy. His crazy mixed with mine? That's a recipe for disaster.

Tainted. Dirty. Those are the words my family use to describe me. It doesn’t help that after my mother escaped them all years ago, she was tragically killed and I was returned back to them like a neat little package. My aunt hates me. My grandfather despises me. My life until now has been one of keeping my mouth shut and keeping my head down, praying no one sees me. And then he comes along. Conrad Blake. He’s confident, an egotistical arsehole but I’ll admit there is something attractive about him. He’s my aunt’s fiancé.

Marissa Matlock and her boyfriend are handed a bright red envelope from the mysterious president of Theta Rho Zeta inviting them to the fraternity’s scandalous Red Night event, one they know is filled with debauchery. Attending in hopes of discovering her secret desires, Marissa unwittingly draws the obsession of a dark predator. Now, she is unable to escape Xavier’s thrall.

Monster. Victim. Predator. Prey. I’ve always been certain of one hard fact–I don’t deserve to live. For all the pain and suffering I’ve inflicted, I tried to take the ultimate punishment. Anything to escape the horror of living with my crimes. Survival wasn’t part of the bargain. The family I never intended to find are determined to keep me alive, but my mind has been turned against me. I don’t know what’s real anymore. When the devil comes knocking, I’m forced to confront the truth.

With my senior year at the Omega Finishing School approaching, I have no prospects for bonding after graduation. I’ve made myself as unappealing as possible to every courting pack, and none of them want anything to do with me. It’s my proudest achievement—alongside the kill count I’ve racked up working summers with Jericho. Except the law doesn’t allow an omega to choose not to bond, and my parents have decided to procure me a pack by contractual agreement. My feelings about this are of no concern to them.

After two of her brothers are killed in battle with the relentless alien menace that threatens the entire Interstellar Coalition, Sarah Mills volunteers to join the fight in an effort to bring home her last surviving brother. When she is mistakenly processed as a bride rather than a soldier, however, she rejects the match. But her mate has other ideas…. Dax is an Atlan warlord, and like all the men of his race, a primal beast lurks within him, ready to emerge in the fury of battle or the heat of the mating fever.

Hagen didn't want to be Baxter's Dom. He wanted to be his Daddy. College professor Hagen St. Croix is done with his life as a Dom ever since two previous boys left him. When his former club organizes an event, he wants to go... but not alone. He finds a date-for-hire, but he's shocked when it turns out to be his sexy student Baxter Lafelle, and even more surprised by the feelings Baxter evokes in him. When tragedy strikes for Baxter, Hagen realizes that he doesn't want to be his Dom. He wants to be his Daddy... But will Baxter let him? And what happens when their contract is up?

Instead of waking up eternally doomed to burn in the pits of Hell, I awoke in the courtyard of Castle Dominion. It is my very own loving succubus, Lilith, who tells me that I was once a feared Castle Core. So terrifying in fact—that my walls were torn down and the life force in my Core banished to Earth. Now along with my beautiful succubus and Desire—the first of my new dark harem—I will rebuild myself.

I've lived a carefully cultivated life on a quiet suburban cul-de-sac. My anonymity and meticulous routine are all by design. No one knows of the monster that lurks inside me, this insatiable urge to commit murder, that thrives just beneath my pastel sweater vests and buttoned-up demeanor. No one, that is, until my tiny menace of a neighbor comes along and ruins everything.

Lucas McKnight is a famous hockey player and actor who just can't seem to keep his head in the game... Until he meets a mystery woman on Valentine's Day in a red mask. Will she be his lucky charm? Or will those pucks keep missing the net?

From BookTok sensation J. T. Geissinger comes Carnal Urges, a sexy-as-sin dark romance about a powerful mafia king who kidnaps the one woman who threatens to bring him to his knees. Carnal (adjective): 1) Relating to the pleasures of the body 2) Given to sensual indulgence 3) The man who...

From USA Today best-selling author Trisha Wolfe comes her most dark and dangerous romance psych thriller that readers say is: "deliciously twisted"Duet: a performance by two. But who is acting, and who is devolving? A buried past is unearthed, and Grayson Sullivan--AKA The Angel of Maine--retaliates against the system who made him, deploying psychological warfare on the woman who initially set him free. Dr. London Noble probes deep into the mind of the killer she's fallen for, searching for answers, as a copycat killer threatens their unity. Are they partners, lovers, or enemies?

I came here looking for answers. I ended up with three mates instead. His species is supposed to be extinct, but the brute who just shifted into a huge, naked man is not only very much alive, he's visibly ready to ravage me along with two more of these wild beasts. But as they tear my clothes off, spank my bare ass, and take turns mounting and rutting me, my body milking them greedily with every savage climax, I know they're not just claiming me. They're breeding me.

Good girl. I am good. I’m good at my job, running my company, and making a filthy amount of money. But when a tattooed, dark-haired stranger a decade younger than me whispers Good Girl in my ear—I don’t want to be good anymore. Behind closed doors, Salt shows me things I’ve never experienced. He holds me captive with his burning touch and fevered demands of submission. He brings me to my knees and makes me yearn to stay there forever, even as the clock ticks… Everyone says what we’re doing is sinful. That a woman like me shouldn’t have desires like this.

Alexius Del Rossa made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. A temporary arrangement. One that would benefit us both. Be his wife for six months so he can solidify his legacy, and I walk away with the security of having the Del Rossa name. Now I realize that it’s no longer that simple—not while his every command bends my will and entices me to obey. We’ve become each other’s poison—a toxic mix of his wicked touch and my dark desires.

The first time I meet the devil, he knows my name. The second time I meet him, the truth becomes clear: Mark Trevena is to be my husband. No matter that we don't know each other. No matter that he's older than me; shameless and sinful; the owner of a secret club where the powerful come to play. My father has spoken, and I'll be the devil's bride the minute I graduate from college. Except my future husband has one condition for this arranged marriage: We have to pretend it’s real.

"The 120 Days of Sodom" is "the most impure tale that has ever been told since our world began". It was written by the Marquis de Sade, a french noble man, in the space of 37 days, while imprisoned in the famous parisian Bastille. Fearing confiscation, the Marquis de Sade, Donatien-Alphonse-François, had to write it on a continuous roll of paper, made up of small pieces glued together. The original manuscript is now on display in Paris, and is the third most expensive kept in France, insured for 12 million euros.