All my body movements cease as she descends the stairs into the underground poker game frequented by mafia miscreants and societal outcasts that have no right to be blessed with the presence of such exquisite beauty. My eyes are drawn to her ring finger like a magnet and despite not knowing her name or anything about her, I already know what her future holds. Because she belongs to me. Always. And that starts now. I’ve found the sweetest girl in the world and now it’s my duty to protect her from harm. She is mine to guard, to keep, to marry. I’m a king and I’ve found my queen. When you know you know and a real man doesn’t waste time claiming her for the entire world to see, to know she’s off-limits to everyone but him. Forever. I’m possessive, territorial, and jealous. Her presence at my side isn’t optional. No. F'ing. Way. She’s going to be a permanent fixture in my life and me in hers. She’s my life now and I’m bringing her home. This is a short, steamy romance with some daddy talk. No OW drama and no cliffhangers. Always a sweet HEA.

I'm just trying to find a way to honor the memory of the only person who ever cared about me, my Grandma Rose, when I walk into his tattoo parlor. Maybe it’s the emotion of everything that’s happened this last week. Maybe it’s my subconscious crying out for help, that I need someone. But not just anyone. Someone who can fill a role for me that I never thought I needed. The man whose name I don’t even know. But what I do know is that he’s a no b.s. kinda guy, demonstrated by the way he carries himself and how he goes about his business. And the moment he sets his eyes on me he goes from zero to sixty in no time at all. He’s batshit crazy, at bunny boiling levels, and possessive to boot, and the scariest part is I’m right there with him. But I’ve got debts that need clearing and I’m the only one who can fix them. Or so I think. I’ve got a lot to learn, and he’s ready to teach me. But will I learn that love, at first sight, goes just as quickly as it comes, or can this experienced man show me that things can be different than the life I’ve lived up to this point? There’s only one way to find out and that’s by jumping in headfirst. I just hope he’s there to catch me because I’m falling for him…fast. My possessive daddy.

God, she’s perfect. All I can think about is her. My obsession drawing me to her. But next thing I know she’s slipped through my fingers. But stalking my prey is what I’m good at as a hitman for hire. I’m the man she needs, whether she understands just how much she needs me…or not. Yet. I’m going to find her and convince my romance novel junkie that a heartless man from the other side of the tracks is right for her. Usually when I do a little breaking and entering it’s because I’m setting up before my would-be target arrives home, only for me to swiftly execute him. This…this is different. This is me planning for a big event in the future all right, but not one that ends in tragedy. One that ends in triumph. But will my little girl catch onto me before I tell her who I really am? I’m an all-or-nothing kind of guy, and I always find a way. I knew she was mine for life the moment I laid eyes on her, that’s exactly what she is…whether she wants it or not.

I was hired by her dad to bring her to heal. Discipline her. Take her from bratty little girl to big girl. He hired me to do a job and I need to deliver. But I had no idea when I agreed to this gig that the sorry sap who hired me had such a fine ass daughter. Even though I know she’s not going to be made to obey easily. I look forward to the challenge. I’m an ex-con and should play nice but she’s worth it because she’s everything. But I need to find out why she has such a problem acting up and being an all-around brat. I’m going to find out all right because something tells me my baby’s got problems, and as her Daddy, it’s my responsibility to solve them. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

The second my car comes screeching to a halt in front of her I know she’s the one. I’m obsessed. Anyone who hurts her or comes near her will pay with his last breath. This possessiveness is completely unlike me, unlike any way I’ve ever felt. I’m a businessman, albeit an underworld boss. You can never grow attached to anyone or anything, or else you’re setting yourself up to get let down, or worse yet to get put underground...as in six feet under. Permanently. But I know without a shadow of a doubt that this girl is my future, and that I’m all in when it comes to her. I’m sick all right. Sick in the head when it comes to her. She’s consumed all my thoughts, my desires, everything I think about and do. A one-track mind that only pulls into her station. It’s unhealthy, lacks balance, and is exactly what the f\*ck I want and refuse to change. At all. I’ve never been one to believe in religion, luck, or fate…until all three suddenly make sense at the same time. This girl has flipped my world upside down and there’s no righting the ship now. She will be mine.

I’m a man who’s in control, at all times, even when I feel urges inside pulling me into uncharted territory. I see things in her that I like, although I’m not about to spill my guts like a lovesick teenager, because I’m anything but. But this little Lolita is peeling back layers like I’m an onion she is preparing to throw in a boiling pot of soup. That. Cannot. Happen. She’s stripping me bare, making me completely vulnerable. Of course I’m going to resist. And more importantly, when it comes to me, making a real connection with another human being is…impossible. At least I thought it was impossible. But I can’t let these new feelings get in the way of the man I’ve built from the ground up. Or can I? Even when she’s perfect for me. Even when we both know she belongs to me, that she’s mine. Will my need for control ruin what we could have together? Will I self-sabotage, letting the only girl I’ve ever wanted, my angel, slip through my fingers? There’s no way I’m letting her get away. Not now. Not ever. She’s mine, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to control the situation to get the outcome I demand…a ring on her finger and my baby in her belly, because she belongs to me. Forever.

A journalism degree is most certainly what I’m after in life, but getting access to the kind of stories that will make me a household name on the six o’clock news is going to require the one thing people from California are famous for. Acting. My plan leads me right into the lion’s den, which is what I wanted all along. What I don’t expect is my reaction to the Skulls MC President. Gage Steele. He says he’s going to punish me for being a liar. I should be scared. I try to remind myself that this man is deadly dangerous and I just came here to learn more about him, but to my surprise, I’m learning more about myself than him. I’m shocked that the threat of violence, that he’s a bomb that could go off at any time, excites me. But first and foremost there’s something about those two words he calls me…little girl. Like a reminder that I’m small and I need someone to protect me. Now I have to decide what is more important, my story or these feelings? He’s covered in tattoos. I have none. He’s the president of a motorcycle club and I’m a loaner. But when I’m with him I feel whole. He’s my motorcycle man…and a whole lot more. But will he ride off into the sunset alone, or with me on the back of his bike…forever?

I’m not used to seeing women, instead spending months alone with my trusty sidekick Molly in the Rocky Mountains, but I do come down and check-in from time to time. I see women then, and they never have an effect on me. All I do is come down to let my ‘bosses’ know I’m alive, collect my paycheck, and let them know how many smugglers and poachers I’ve removed. And then it’s back to my isolation, the self-imposed one that I enjoy so damn much. Until she comes along. Is that why I accept her as an intern? There’s just something about the curve in her hips. I want to protect her, provide for her, and keep her safe. There’s nothing to fear when she’s around me. Except for the biggest beast of all. Me. My dog and I are possessive creatures, territorial just like every animal is in its most basic form. And I’m already feeling damn territorial of her, just as Molly is of me. Mauve is going to be my intern all right, but she needs to understand right away it’s a lot more than that. She’s going to be mine…in every way. Forever. She’s one of us. And once you’re part of our pack it stays that way…for life.

I thought I was dead inside, being trapped between three concrete walls and a row of bars does that to a man. I thought I was content with my garage and my tools, building things but then she comes along and shows me what it’s like to feel alive once again. Maybe she just showed up by fate. Fate…that’s one word which I don’t believe in. But there are a lot of things I didn’t believe in until she showed up. I don’t care how rich she is, money can’t make her happy…but I can. I see the hopelessness in her eyes. I’ve got enough to deal with as it is, with no time for anyone else. But she’s not just anyone. She’s everything and her problems are much more important than mine, because by definition if she’s not absolutely happy then no way in hell can I ever so much as blink, let alone get one second of sleep until she’s not only safe and sound, but smiling ear to ear…because I’ve just made that singular focus my life mission. Because she’s my life now. It all starts and ends with her. If someone or something is trying to stand between us then they can count on me paying them a very personal house call. One solitary visit which will put an end to anything they have planned…and them in the process. Because nothing stands in between me and what’s mine. Her . Nothing. Period.

Silas I’m a damn good attorney. But my firm is doing nothing to show me they appreciate or value my work, so I was already thinking that big changes were in order when I met her. I worked cases pro bono to help enhance my resume and profile but wasn’t expecting to meet a woman who would change the entire course of my life. Aria Benson was in a bad way with worse people and was staring down a lengthy prison sentence when I caught her case. The connection was instant and the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew that I needed to help her. Knew that I needed to save her. Knew that I needed to claim her and make her mine. To do that though, I would have to cross some ethical, if not legal, boundaries. But it’s more than worth it and I would do it a hundred times over to make Aria Benson my own. Aria My life is a mess. Chaos and danger surround me, and I’ve had to do things to protect my little brother and make ends meet for myself that I never thought I’d do. I never imagined that I’d be involved in the sort of lifestyle I lived. But when your parents die, you’re left in charge of a kid brother, and you have no real options, you do what you have to do to survive. But then I was arrested and found myself staring down the barrel of a long stay in prison. Worse than that, I found myself on the wrong side of the man I’d been working for. And knowing what he did to employees who failed him, I was more terrified of him than of going to prison for the rest of my life. But then Silas entered my life and everything changed. For the first time since my parents died, I felt hope. I felt like somebody actually cared for me. Like somebody was there to watch over and protect me. But Silas didn’t know Lucas. Didn’t know what he was capable of. And if anything happened to Silas because of what I’d done, I knew I’d never be able to forgive myself. If anything happened to Silas because of me, I might as well let Lucas kill me. Lucas wanted blood and the only way to protect a man I’d fallen for might be to send him away. I might have to give up the only thing I’ve ever wanted for myself just to protect him. Silas claimed me but I didn’t know if he should keep me. For his own sake.

I’m the Boss. A cold, heartless bastard who’ll stop at nothing to get what he wants. And I want Alyssa. No, I need her. Alyssa The second I met Cain my life unraveled at the seams. He’s handsome, charming . . . dangerous. I should run for the hills and never look back. So, why do I want to hand myself to him on a silver platter? Cain I claimed her the instant I saw her. Sunk my hooks deep, and I’m never letting go. Why did it have to be at my enforcer’s funeral? I should be with my crew, discussing our retaliation against the man who put one of mine in the ground. Not staring at this stunning woman from a distance. But I can’t stay away, even though I should. I won’t go anywhere until Alyssa Dresden is mine. \*This is an all-new standalone 'mafia-lite' romance. No dubcon.

I’m not from Venice…I am Venice. My family runs this city, this country, and everything in it. So who in the hell does this feisty young foreign girl thing she is? Mine since the moment I laid eyes on her, that’s what. She’s as headstrong as she is beautiful and as I prepare to succeed my father as the king of the Italian underworld, I have no doubts I’ve finally found my queen. But when a rival family tips her off as to exactly what it is we do, she tries to do whatever it takes to get on the next flight back home. Sorry, bella. Your home is here now, with me. You’re not going anywhere. And no one will ever take you away from me…even if I have to fight to the death to show you just how much we Italians respect our women and honor our families…especially when my family starts and ends…with you. \*This is an all-new standalone 'mafia-lite' romance. No dubcon.

I’m damn good at what I do, but what I do is pretty damn bad. I came to America to build my empire. Watch it flourish. Used the people beneath me as stepping stones to reach my goals. Then Brianna Declan walked into my life, and untangled every scheme I had. She was a hurricane that set the winds of change in motion, and I got swept away in her almighty power. But she’s had a bad hand delt to her. A lousy father who throws himself at the mercy of dangerous men with cruel intentions. I’m one of them. I can make it right. Give her the life she deserves. My desires for greed and lust never changed. I’m still the mean son of a gun who’ll kick your ass for speaking out of turn. But what’s the use of having all this power if you can’t get what you want? And I want Brianna’s belly full with my children.

Micah My father’s death hit me hard. We’d had our differences when I was growing up, sure. But we got over them and now I find myself trying to follow in his footsteps. Not only am I assuming control of our family’s media empire, I’m also taking control of his passion project. The thing that meant the most to him in his life. When I meet Jordan though, it throws everything into question for me. Getting involved with her puts everything my father built and his entire legacy at risk. It has the power to burn it all to the ground. But she has a gravity all her own and I can’t stay away from her. More than that, I don’t want to stay away from her. She drips sex appeal from every pore, and I want to lap up every single drop of it. There are ten thousand reasons I should stay away from her and avoid risking everything my father built. But Jordan is mine. And I don’t know that I can. Jordan I resented being sent to a rehab camp by my mother. I don’t have a drinking problem, nor any reason to be in rehab at all. But my mother, overprotective to the point of being neurotic, decided I had issues that needed to be addressed. And voila, here I am. But when I meet Director Ballard, everything inside of me shifts. He opens me up and makes me feel things I never thought I could feel. He shows me things about myself I never knew existed. He opens a whole new world for me. He’s protective. He watches over me and keeps me safe. But he’s aloof and resistant to indulge in what we’re building together. For every step I take forward, he takes two steps back. I know what a risk it would be for him to be with me. He’d be putting everything his family built on the line. What we have feels real to me, but I don’t know if he’s willing to risk his father’s legacy. I want him. But I don’t know if I will ever have him.

From the journal of Prof. Vincent Valentine… 4:30 - Last class. 4:45 - Home 6:15 - TV time. 8:45 - Laundry night. 9:20 - Bath. 10:00 - Lights out… Tonight I got closer than ever. Mapping her own routine to adjust mine so I can always watch her has paid off big time. What a prize! Her fucking panties, no less… And a pair that she somehow missed putting in the machine to get washed. I’m drunk on her scent already, and hard as a ships bell. But I have to be careful. I need to keep them fresh. Need to make this last. Savor her… Worship her. Protect her like never before now I have her scent. Her very essence on my own lips. My face buried in a heavenly cloud of her sweet cunt. Priming me for the real thing which I know has to happen soon. See, Violet doesn’t know it yet. I guess it’s kind of a surprise. But we’re gonna be together. Forever. I always hate it when I have to go home without her. Loathe the times she attends other classes than mine. Despise the very existence of any man who looks at her. Always on edge every second she's not in my sights. So apart from putting my own mind at ease, it just makes sense to have her with me, always. She’s a student, sure. And there’ll be hell to pay once it comes out. But I still have some sway within the college administration. Kinda sick of the whole getting up to go to work routine when I really don't have to anyway. I’ve got more than enough money for the two of us and then some. But worse than anything, it’s the nagging and alien thought that hammers my brain, day and night. The voice of someone else, lecturing me, Professor Vincent Valentine on the virtues of conscience, accountability and reason. ‘She’s a student… A girl half your age… maybe she’s not interested in you in that way…’ Nonsense. All of it. Anyone with eyes could see she belongs to me. She’s mine dammit! And the only word I need to hear from her lips is ‘yes’. Yes she feels the same. Yes she wants my babies. Yes she’ll never look at any other man as long as she lives once I claim her as my own. And if the answer’s no? That’s what’s keeping me up at night. Knowing what’s inside me. Knowing what’s mine waiting to be claimed. Knowing if I don’t do what I have to- Well. There’d be consequences. That’s all I can say here . G’night, sweet angel… It won’t be long before we’re together for ever. And at the perfect time of year too, with Valentine's day just around the corner. Mrs. Violet Valentine… Kinda has a ring to it. But the only rings I’m thinking about is the one I wanna put on her finger and the shape I’m gonna leave her stretched to down there once I’ve done my work. Once I've claimed what’s mine, good and proper.

As a high school principal, every day is the same for me… until the moment Rose steps into my office. Now everything’s changed. She challenges me, piques my interest, and makes me long for a different future. One minute she’s just a name on my list, and the next she’s become my obsession. But some people don’t understand that this little girl belongs to me and only me. And if anyone tries to take what’s mine… Good f\*cking luck. No one comes between us, because she belongs to me…me and only me. Period. Forever.

There’s generally two types of people and therefore two types of cop. Good cop, bad cop. Good person, bad person. I’m behind door number three though. Psycho cop. That’s what the papers are calling me anyways. My commanding officer has some more colorful phrases, but my conviction rate is off the charts and criminals still sweat bullets when they hear my name mentioned. After failing my annual psychiatric review and with a slew of civil cases against me and the department, I know I’ve reached the end of a chapter. Suspension at least but even a bad detective could tell you how this one really ends. If I lose my career, my only cover for what I really do to rid the world of evil scum, the only thing I can do to stop my own nightmares… then it’ll only be a matter of time before I’m caught myself. Sharing a cage with all the animals I helped lock up? Not gonna happen. But the Chief has another problem, more pressing. I’m not the only psycho still walking free today, and the city’s most notorious and sadistic killer has just escaped custody. It’s another day at the office for me though and Johnny psycho is always gonna come knocking on a cop’s door at some point after being released or escaping. I mean, I get it. I’d do the same. A favor for a favor. Lock me up, I’ll get out. And when I do, I’ll find you and cut off your face then feed it to you. But the Chief's not worried about his own safety. It’s his daughter. The one I never even knew he had. The most incredible girl I’ve ever set eyes on, knowing in an instant that I want her. That I need her. So when I see the word ‘mine’ carved into her photograph, I know our killer has got it all wrong. Clearly, she belongs to me, so it should read “Yours”. And she will be. If I can beat Psycho number two at his own game, that is. And if she won’t run a mile once she finds out why they call me Psycho Cop for all the right reasons.

Slater After twenty years in this game, there isn’t much Slater Steele hasn’t seen or done. And his resume is a guaranteed ticket to Cooperstown. Yet, despite all of his personal accolades and accomplishments, he feels there’s something missing. He can’t put his finger on it and doesn’t know exactly what it is, he just knows there’s a hole in his life. But then, the young and innocent Stella O’Toole walks into his life and turns everything on its head. She changes everything about the way he thinks, and Slater knows he needs to have her. Knows he’s going to have her by any means necessary. Stella makes him feel like a rookie all over again. It’s a feeling he hadn’t had in so long he didn’t even realize that it was missing from his life. From the day she walked into his life, Slater knew he was going to make her his and was not about to let anybody stand in his way. Stella When she took a job with the team’s physical training staff, Stella thought she was getting the best of both worlds—a job that allowed her to be the nurturing caregiver she naturally was, as well as indulge in her love of sports. It was a win-win as far as she was concerned—despite the fact that Slater Steele was on the roster. Stella met Slater when she was fifteen years old and fell hard for him. But when she joined the team’s PT staff, she knew he didn’t even remember her. She thought it was for the best though and preferred to keep things professional. She quickly comes to realize that keeping things professional isn’t going to be as easy as she thought. She soon learns that Slater is a jealous, possessive man and that he would do anything to claim her. Will she walk away… or will she let him take care of her like a good little girl ?

Being made to take on an intern isn’t just an annoyance for me. It’s a disturbance in my routine. As one of the top surgeons in the country—possibly the world—I should be allowed certain exceptions, and this should be one of them. To make the situation worse, the pompous hospital director is assigning me his kid. I’m used to getting what I want and I don’t want to be his babysitter. He orders me to his office to meet this brat and I’m fully prepared to put my foot down, but then I see her. Who knew the director had a daughter in med school? Who knew that he was genetically capable of creating a masterpiece like her? There’s much more to her than an amazing body and a beautiful face. She’s smart, talented, and innocent, and I become obsessed with her. Like I said, I’m used to getting what I want and all I want is her, but her father isn’t too keen on the idea. He challenges me from day one, but when the unexpected happens, I can either become a hero to them both or fail the only woman in the world that I would sacrifice my career for.

Ask anyone who knows me or works with me and they’ll tell you the same I’m an a\\hole. Does it bother me? No. Should it? Nah. So when a nurse told me that a young lady with her hysterical mother wanted to see me, I wasn’t too thrilled to speak with them. That is before I laid my eyes on Waylyn. And while I like the way she challenges me, when she lets me take control, that’s when I lose it. I should walk away. I should stop seeking her out and craving her touch. SHOULD, SHOULD, SHOULD. I f\cking hate emotional people, but I just know—deep in my marrow—that it will kill me if I let her go. So you know what? F\ck that. I’m making her mine. \*Possessive Veterinairan is a steamy instalove romance, featuring an age gap and an older man, and oh yeah...there's a smidgeon of daddy talk thrown in.

P.T. White line fever. It’s nothing compared to what I see when it stops. Whenever I try to sleep. A girl I picked up, gave a ride to… ‘Helping her out’. Dead. And they thought I did it. Some people still do. Put me away for years until they decided they’d got it wrong. But it was too late by then, I forgot who I was supposed to be and took whatever work I could get driving rigs with a name like mine, let alone the history that comes with it. Driving for the wrong kinds of business people as it turns out. The kind who’ll let you know when they’re done with you and never the other way around. It’s simple really. Drive. Don’t stop for anything and don’t ask any questions. But when I’m told tonight’s it. The last run. I’m not exactly sure what that means. And I don’t ask any questions. I never stop. Not for anything. Until tonight. Until her. It’s like the dead coming back to life for a moment, but once I grab her. Once I feel her against me. I know tonight really is the last run for both of us. No more running. No more anything that isn’t just two things from now on. Me and her.

Alexander Ashwood, the CEO of Ashwood Publishing, is intrigued by Amanda Jacobson’s—aka Raven Crimson's—brilliant, if frightening, writing. He's been communicating with the horror author over email for months, discussing her latest manuscript and upcoming book ideas. But when they meet in person, their attraction is immediate and intense. Amanda is devastated to learn that her last three book ideas have been stolen, and Alexander vows to help her find the culprit and protect her work. As they delve deeper into the investigation, their professional relationship quickly turns into a passionate affair. But when the book thief is finally revealed, Alexander is shocked to learn that the thief is closer to Amanda than she would ever imagine. If he tells her the truth, it will undoubtedly shatter her heart and possibly their budding romance. Will Amanda and Alexander's love survive the test of treachery? Or will their relationship crumble under the weight of secrets and lies?

I notice her stealing at a conference for doctors and realize it’s the most exciting thing I’ve seen in a while. Carrying a tray in one hand while stealthily picking pockets with the other? Impressive. I catch her in the act and the moment I see her, really see her, something primal slams into me. A sudden longing I can’t ignore. A deep desire to claim her and make her mine. With a proposal she can’t refuse, and maybe a little blackmail on the side, I take her home with me. I’ve been treating people my whole life, but Harper’s wounds run deep, so deep that mistrust is her default. She keeps me on my toes and makes me wonder what she’ll do next, if she’s heading to me or running in the opposite direction. What can I say? I like my girl with a little fire. And if she burns, then I’ll f\*cking burn with her.

As one of LA’s most successful contractors, I prefer to live a quiet, solitary life with my Great Dane, Daisy. Was everything handed to me? Like shit it was. Did I just get lucky? F\*ck no. It took a lot of hard work to get to where I am, which is why I spend my days working. My job is my life. Everything changed when Lanie moves into one of my apartments. She’s young and innocent, but like me, she’s never had it easy. An absentee father and a mother who would rather hang out with losers than be present and take care of her daughter. So I watch out for my little girl, making sure she’s always safe and no one bothers her. Apparently, I’m not the only one who keeps an eye on Lanie. A mysterious guy not only follows her but even visits the diner where she works. As his obsession intensifies, he’s willing to go to lengths to claim what he believes is his. And that’s his biggest mistake. He picked the wrong person to mess with. He thinks he’s seen monsters? Well… He hasn’t met her Daddy .

At Andromeda, one of the finest restaurants in Athens, Greece, I’m known for running a tight ship. Doesn’t mean I’m unreasonable or prone to berating my employees. I’m fiercely proud of my business and the exceptional fine dining experience we offer. One night, my curiosity leads me to check out a fairly new restaurant that opened not far from mine. The chef and owner has a reputation for cutting corners and most people who know him don’t like him. He’s probably no competition for Andromeda, but I need to know for sure. I’m ready to leave after two bites of his overpriced reheated food when he makes a scene by verbally abusing one of his chefs in full view of the diners. I have no intention of getting between them, but the moment I see her, something snaps in me, and without a second thought, I come to her rescue. Aria is a walking wet dream. She’s young, sexy, and innocent. As soon as I see this little girl, I know that I have to have her so I whisk her away from this grease pit and take her with me. I’m obsessed with her from the start and know that she needs to be protected by her Daddy . Crossing me and hurting what’s mine makes me feral. And… Anyone who tries to take her from me is a fool…a fool with a death wish.

She’s not like the others. They were just mannequins, eye candy. Something I browsed while window shopping - Peeping Tom style. Not in a psycho way, not wanting to hurt them or anything like that. Just having a look-see after something drew me to the other side of town one night. A feeling really. A feeling that grew into the bad habit of seeking out that feeling. None of the others gave off a hint of that feeling and I’d almost given up. Then I saw her . Undressing in her bedroom and starting to feel herself in a way that I know means she belongs to me. My arrest was swift, but I know she saw. At least, I hope she did. Saw what she does to me, how it makes me a certain way. But after that night, I don't know if I’ll ever see her again. My court-ordered psychiatrist is angling to make me out to be a monster, something that could see me someplace worse than jail if he has his way. But when I find out the girl that caused all this is a patient of his, that he somehow thinks he can have her all to himself? Well… I guess I kinda just… Snap. Stuffing the old bastard in a closet after wringing his neck, I’m none too surprised when his next patient arrives before I can make my escape. What surprises me most is who his next patient is. What changes everything in a moment is that she’s found me, come to me all by herself. Clever girl. My girl… Will she recognize me? Will she believe I’m actually the psychiatrist she’s come to see or will she out me as the man who drove her to therapy in the first place? Only one way to find out. But one thing’s for certain. She is the one, she is that feeling. I will finish what she started that night. And she will be mine. It’s her destiny.

Candace has always been a good girl, following the rules and playing it safe while doing everything possible to get far in her career as a writer, and fast. But when she accidentally texts a revealing picture meant for her friend to her sexy, demanding boss, Cannon, everything changes. Cannon is a powerful man, used to getting what he wants. And what he wants is Candace. He's determined to have her, no matter the consequences. Candace knows she shouldn't give in to Cannon's charms, but she can't resist him. As they embark on a steamy, forbidden affair, Candace finds herself falling for her boss in a way she never expected. But their relationship is built on lies and secrets, and as the truth threatens to come out, Candace is forced to choose between her heart and her career. Will she follow her heart and risk it all for love, or play it safe and lose the man she's falling for?

After my friend gave me the key to one of his apartments, the only thing I looked forward to was a good night’s sleep—free from rabid Formula One fans and the press camping outside of my hotel. Now here I am standing buck naked in front of the most beautiful little girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Mallory . With nothing but my hands covering my junk. Walking in on her in the shower was not how I would have wanted to meet her. But it is what it is. She is mine—even if she doesn’t know it yet. I want to memorize every curve and dip and give her something to remind her that she belongs to me. Only me. Vita mia. But bringing her into my world also puts her in danger. My enemies become her own. But what they don’t know is I will always protect Mallory, even at the cost of my career. When it comes to anyone who wants to disrespect and hurt her, I turn into a cold-blooded brute. Consequences be damned. I’m her Daddy now.

I go inside for a cup of coffee and walk away with a bad case of obsession. Emily Shay. The little girl unhinges me, haunts me in my waking hours, drives me crazy with need, has me seeing visions of a future…with her. So I whisk her away, bring her into my world, and shower her with everything she could possibly want and need. She will know what it means to be taken care of by a real man. By her Daddy. But Emily’s past catches up with her. She’s been living in fear and anxiety, always looking over her shoulder. Her mother’s ex. Blackmailer. Stalker. He thinks he can one-up me. That I’m nothing but a suit-wearing CEO who doesn’t know how to fight dirty. Guess he’s in for a surprise. He’s about to learn just how viciously savage I can be when he tries to hurt what’s mine. Emily belongs to me, every perfect inch of her. Her place is beside me. If he believes he can steal her from me and be able to walk away scot-free…well, then… I’m gonna f\*ck him up good.

After spending most of my childhood and teenage years living on literal crumbs, I promised myself two I will never EVER get hungry again. And I will end anyone who tries to take what’s mine. I spent the next three decades trying to make my way to the top. Losing my morals along the way. Putting up walls so thick no one can break in, not even with a cannon. More money than I can spend in my lifetime even if I live to be 200. Blood…lots of blood…on my hands. But now… I can do whatever I want. And what I want is to watch her 24/7. Know what she does day in and day out. Who she talks to. What she likes. Doesn’t like. Who bothers her. Whose face I have to rearrange. Callie is mine. Even if she doesn’t know it yet. For the past two weeks, I’ve been trying my damnedest to keep my inner beast at bay. The beast that wants to claim this little girl . Claim her in every way. But I’m losing my hold on it as my obsession overrides everything else. This is a different kind of hunger. A hunger I can’t satiate unless she’s writhing under me and screaming my name. I’m Callum Callahan. Full-time stalker. Callie’s stepbrother.

I was the physician on call when Amy arrived at the hospital that night. The police officer informed me that her parents were killed in the accident and there was no next of kin to notify about her condition. As I examined her battered, little body, something just came over me. Even in this condition, I can see that she’s too beautiful, too young, and innocent to be all alone in the world. She needs someone to care for her, look after her, protect her, and make sure she’s always safe. She needs someone to be here for her. She needs someone like me. ONLY me. I spend the next two weeks by her bedside, just waiting for her to regain consciousness. When she wakes up, the first thing she asks is if I’m her husband. How do I tell her no? I can’t. She has nowhere to go and no one to look after her. For now, I’ll let her think whatever she wants as long as I can take her home with me. As long as I get to show her how a real man is supposed to treat his girl. My body goes haywire when she’s around, and I have to have her. I want to know what it’s like to be with her, fill her with my seed, and bind her to me. But that will have to wait until she remembers who she is. By then, I’ll have convinced her that she should be with me. She’s already mine anyway.

I don’t fly economy. Ever. Because what’s the point of working hard if I can’t travel in peace? But of course, someone in my office screws up. With one of the most important meetings of my career waiting for me on the other side of the country, I’m left with no choice but to purchase the last seat on this plane in economy. It pisses me off, big time. And I’m already thinking about how to fire his ass when suddenly this little girl seated beside me turns around. We chat, share some close moments, and almost join the Mile High Club. But in the chaos of disembarking, baggage claim, and a hurried conversation, she slips right through my fingers. I lose her. And that’s how my obsession begins. To find her. To continue what we started. To stake my claim and put my baby in her. Turns out I didn’t have to look very far. The girl I became obsessed with was flying here to come work for my company What she doesn’t know yet is that I'm not just her boss.I’m about to become her new Daddy.

Came to the bar for a drink, left with a bad case of obsession. Savannah. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Tastes as sweet as she looks. And I can’t get enough. When I find out she’s coming to work for me, I feel like a starved man looking at a buffet. I try to rein in my desire, but it doesn’t take long before my tether snaps. Savannah’s mine. No matter what. She’s worried what people might think. Too bad I don’t share the same concerns. If anyone has a problem with me claiming her, they can go f\*ck themselves.

There’s so many things on my plate and the last thing I need is my best friend, Harry, calling in for a favor—to help his little sister with her newly bought, rundown cottage, right here in Scotland and within walking distance of my own home. I figure I’ll just go and tell her I can’t do anything for her since I have projects on top of projects. The refusal dies in my throat when I see her for the first time in years. Dahlia. No longer a kid, but a grown woman. A woman who, right now, is knocking me off my feet. She’s clearly off-limits. She’s Harry’s sister. And I’m almost twice her age. Doesn’t stop me from wanting her, though. But whatever this is goes way beyond a primal need to make her mine. She’s not leaving my side, ever! And I’m not letting anyone come between us…not even her own brother.

It’s just another Christmas party, something we do every single year at the casino. Nothing new, nothing special. Until I see my underling’s new secretary. Daniella…I’m drawn to her like iron filings to a magnet, and she stirs a hunger I can’t satisfy unless I have her. But when I find out she’s working as an undercover cop, my first instinct is to protect her from my men, especially someone who betrayed the family. There’s no question about it. Daniella belongs to me. To her Daddy. So whoever dares to lay a finger on her will pay. I will make him. Even if it’s someone I’ve known for decades and thought of as a friend. No one touches what’s mine and walks away…not without a few broken bones, at least.

As the captain of the fire department, I’m expected to lead my men during the yearly training drill and treat it like it’s real life, with actual victims who need our help. I head inside the building, operating mostly on instinct, when my eyes land on someone who turns my blood to fire and awakens a primal hunger in me I never even knew existed. She’s too beautiful to be real even as I carry her to safety. I don’t even know her name yet, but I know she’s gonna be mine. Apparently, I’m not the only one obsessed with her because some asshole has deluded himself into thinking she belongs to him. That changes a lot of things. See, I’m a nonviolent guy. I go out of my way to help people, even rescue cats. But the moment this piece of shit harms a hair on her head, well… I won’t be responsible for my actions.

I’m more than ready for my much-needed break but relaxing takes a backseat when I find a stranger taking a shower in my childhood home. My whole body reacts to her, something that has never happened before. It disorients, confuses, and unmoors me. Who is this woman? And why do I feel such a strong, instant magnetic draw to her? Maybe I shouldn’t have asked because the moment I find out she’s my stepsister, I mentally punch myself. The almost animalistic need rising to the surface, the intense desire to have her—those are things I need to bury. Except…when she looks at me and mirrors the want within me, my moral resolve crumbles to dust. I need her like I need air to breathe, and I will have her no matter what. Besides, she’s worth going to hell for.