Actions speak louder than words, and some are desperate. Sammy Ramirez I remembered little about my early life and the man who said he was my father. But that piece of trash was nothing to me. Not sperm donor. Not stepfather. Not human. I have a good father now. Andres Ramirez. The man who married my mother and raised me to be who I am. Their love story is epic, and it gets stronger day by day. I want that for myself, and I know my parents are eager for me to marry and give them grandkids. They think I haven't found the one. But I know exactly who I want to claim as my own. And that's my problem. She's the daughter of Angel Fury and the love of my life. Sometimes, a man's gotta do what he's gotta do. And I must have her. Even if it means war. Aella Fury Sammy's been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. Our families are close, and even though all the girls call each other cousin, we're not related. Thank God, otherwise I'd be a total freak for what I'm about to tell you. See, I think I'm in love with him. He's just so kind and quiet. And so handsome with his hazel eyes and tattooed skin. But he never talks to me, so I'm determined to forget my adolescent crush and try to move on. The families have always vacationed together, so it's no big deal when we all take a trip without our parents. Only this time, when I come back home it's with a ring on my finger and a new last name. Desperation breeds foolish actions, but can it also reveal the truth?

There’s a fine line between criminal and legal. And those willing to cross it. Nico Fury Jr. They say criminal acts are brought on by desperation. I don’t know anything about that, but I’ve been waiting a long time to make her mine. Now that she’s within my grasp, I’m not letting go. If I have to trick her, hide her, get her addicted to me, I will. It’s no holds barred now. I know it is risky, but I don’t care who her father is. The sweet, little Pixie is all mine. Finally, mine. Leanna Volkov Growing up Volkov means wealth and security and a million other things I’ve always taken for granted. But when I’m kidnapped from a family party and taken to am old house by the seaside I don’t know what to think. I should be afraid. Very afraid. But my kidnapper visits me every night in the dark, never showing his face, but taking such good care of me. I shouldn’t want him like this. I shouldn’t crave him when he’s gone. There’s only been one man who ever made me feel that way inside. All tingly and hot. But he doesn’t know I’m alive, and I can’t help the pull I feel to the mysterious man who’s taken me. Crimes of the heart shouldn’t be forgiven, but what happens when my captor becomes my passion?