This title is currently unavailable. \\Please see trigger warnings! Charlotte I was a world-class thief. I was tasked with stealing a valuable artifact in order to save my brother's life. I must avoid detection, evade capture, and meet my deadline. Unfortunately, my plans go awry when Jensen Holm, a dangerous and powerful criminal himself, finds me in his home. And decides to keep me. Jensen I was a criminal kingpin. I collected rare and beautiful things, and nothing was more rare or beautiful than this thief who intended to steal from me. I had to show her who was in control. I had to show her whom she belonged to. I had to show her that she had stolen my heart. \\Finders Keepers is a dark romance with possible triggers for graphic violence and non-consensual situations. Read at your own risk.

This title is currently unavailable. BERTIE I grew up on the streets, a product of someone else's bad choices. I clawed, fought, and stole in order to survive. You'd think growing up that way would make me tough. Make me hard. Truth was, I wanted to do good. But doing good brought me something very, very bad. ALEKSANDER You could say I had it all. Money. Respect. Women. The fear of those beneath me. I had everything I wanted. But I had an obsession that became a need. I knew what I needed, and what I needed was her. Aleksander Magnus is one-third of the Syndicate. A criminal CEO who thrives on control. So, when he meets Bertie, his sparrow, will he give in to the desire to cage his little bird, or will he open his heart and allow them both to fly free?

This title is currently unavailable. Lacey- Once upon a time, I was the knight in shining armor. But now my armor is tarnished. Dented. One botched mission was all it took for this hero to fall from grace. And that was when I met him- dark, broody, magnetic. He was broken too. The jagged edges of his pieces cut me, but I thrived on the pain. Rafe- I'm no good for anybody. I know, just ask my family. But I'm a selfish bastard, so when she walked into my club, I vowed to make her mine. She was damaged like me. Scarred like me. But she was also goodness and light. And my darkness had a way of snuffing out good things.