The perfect mate for a cold-hearted human with no redeeming qualities? A prince of hell, who else? They call him Ice. Kainís a spoiled rich manís son with money to burn. An endless parade of men through his bedroom has left him empty and wanting. When he and his friends meet at their usual nightclub and place bets on whoíll score for the evening, Kain eyes a sexy stranger. Electricity jumps between them, and Ice decides the handsome man will be in his bed screaming out his pleasure before the night is through. Dark and deadly desires are Asmodeusís calling cards. Those who fall to his wicked ways are doomed to an eternity of unfulfilled lust in the second level of hell. This is no man to be played withÖ because this is no man. Heís the Prince of Lust, one of the seven princes of hell. And heís been granted the right to take a mate by his master, Lucifer. Heís searched through the ages for the one who will satisfy his sinful needs, but none have made the cut. Until now. The Bad Boys club has picked the wrong targets this time—hellís come to claim its own.

Only one member of the Bad Boys Club remains. Hugh. The name of the game is control. Hugh's a lawyer for a well-known defense firm. That was Daddy's choice—both the profession and the firm. His father's control is second only to that of the wealthy society Hugh moves in. In Hugh's world, image is everything. But appearances can be deceiving. Blond hair, cornflower blue eyes, a cute face and boyish charm belie the shark within... His obsession? Hot cars. And small, blond twinks. Enter Tobis. This sweet young twink isn't at all what he appears to be. Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, Tobis is one of the strongest weres around. And he's on the hunt. Tobis' obsession? Leather. Particularly on his submissive mate. And then there were none...