During the holidays, Maddison’s life is turned upside down when her older brothers steal from Adonis Praxis Edward, a powerful business mogul who owns a weapons corporation. ****** “Sir…” “Call me by my first name.” “Mr. Adonis, I shouldn’t have kissed you. I was drunk… I thought you were my boyfriend.” “Break up with him.” Adonis says. At first, she was nothing more than leverage to draw her thieving brothers out and he planned to keep her working their debt in one of his exclusive clubs. He doesn’t care that he’s far older than her. He doesn’t care that she’s his daughter’s best friend. He doesn’t care about the consequences.

“Where have you been, bloody whore?” Alpha Roan, my fated mate backs me to the wall like he has no time to even be here, his fingers work at the hook of my gown and my breasts spring free to him, still tender from his last visit, still bruised from the heat of his mouth. Just like every other day, he forces his gaze low on them because he knows it burns my skin with shame. The leather belt hisses as it slips free from his waist. Roan is here to claim me like every other day but I don’t ever mistake it for want or desire. On what cursed planet would he ever crave the woman who ruthlessly stabbed his own mother? “Part your legs now.” He commands with his breath and I obey, scanning for where he wants me since I’m not near the bed. Like a panther dragging prey, he hurls me onto the vanity table and raises my dress. I know the rules. I am never to look at Roan. I must never moan or make whimpering sounds of pleasure. I am not to touch or grasp him during intimacy. Yet, his calloused fingers dig bruises into my thighs as he hooks my legs and presses me against the wall. “Look at me!” He growls but that’s not part of the rules. I am never to look at him! I open my eyes for I know better than to disobey the man who broke my brother’s bones in front of me. Disobedience means broken bones and my mate just happens to be the most powerful Dusthound Alpha in a century. “Look at me and moan as I claim you!” He rasps and like pure butter, no finesse…just hunger. Roan slots between my thighs to find me where it aches. “Ahh…” I gasp in a tiny whisper at the first breach of his thrust. It is a traitorous sound because I know this mate hates me to the core of his belly. He is only doing this because it is the only way to save his mother. The last solution lies in a bone marrow transplant. But Roan is too powerful and too much of a pure-blooded Dusthound for his marrow to be compatible. The doctors say the only chance now is to create a child. A baby. One born of his blood and mine. A perfect mix to save the woman I’m accused of killing. So, I am to lie with him when he commands. To be claimed. To be bent. To be touched by the mate who hates me. Two years ago, I stabbed his mother yet I don’t remember doing it. He sees me as a whore today and believes I spent the past two years selling myself to Alphas for protection when I was being hunted by him. He doesn’t see a person when he looks at me. Only a vessel. Only a means to an end. He has promised that when I give him his child...he will kill me and make my best friend, Luna.

Elijah Vega is considered for two things. A phantom and the leading bastard of the most notorious biker gang in the country, the Skull Riders. In the tilting lights of Rossetti Falls—there is a woman he’s seen before, known before, but now, she is different. She wears no ring. Paloma. The softest of God’s creations. Love has never been in his cards. He’s always had bad luck with it, just like when his best friend got to her first—married her, then lost her. One year was all it took. And if there’s one thing about Elijah is, it’s that he is a man of harness. Without a ring on her finger, he dares to make his move. The more she resists, the harder he presses. The more she calls them forbidden, the more he blurs the lines. She builds a sea—he parts it. He doesn’t care what his best friend will think. He doesn’t care about the oath that binds him to another woman. Paloma is his moon, his sun, the quiet ache in his chest, the wildfire in his veins. What is a friendship, a promise, a damn world he wouldn’t burn to have her?

In a sudden turn of events, Ariel begins to share a room next to her best friend’s older brother, Ramirez Gonzalez—the one who looks like a Greek god. He is an old crush, one she forgot. Yet, now that he's returned, he is causing her to wonder what his wicked mouth tastes like. And what his calloused fingers could do if it were to go under her skirts? "Ramirez," she breathes, the name falling from her lips like a whispered confession. He lifts a brow and a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You seem flustered, Ariel. One might think you've never been with a man before." Ariel’s cheeks burn. “If Noah finds out we are doing this…” Ariel says, referring to her best friend. “I don’t care about what Noah thinks…” he seethes. “Answer my question.” “I could ask you the same. You own bars and casinos…women are always around you. I am sure you have been with more women than the fingers of my hands.” She quivers. “Does it matter? Can I not touch you because of my past—” Ramirez unnerves and she takes a step back. Ariel knows backing away cannot get him away. Just like he did while she was bathing, he is going to bend her against the wall once again. And just like she screamed in ecstasy, she may let it all out once again.

Everyone dreams of a modern fairytale romance under the twinkling lights of the season, but what do you call a night when fate weaves a cruel twist? Under the mistletoe, you find yourself face-to-face with your mate. A bond where you are his second chance but he is not just any wolf—he’s your best friend’s mate. As if that weren’t bad enough, he holds your world in his hands and locks you into a game where the stakes are higher than your father’s freedom. A game of one hundred wishes. Fulfil them all, and he’ll set your father free. Fail even one, and you’ll face the wrath of winter itself. Being the Royal Luna to a wolf who despises you is hard, but a Christmas Luna might be just what the Christmas Beast needs. What happens when his wishes become more than just tasks—sensational, hungry kisses, electric touches and everything that speaks of a bond forged in the season’s cold?

“Your majesty.” “Don’t majesty me.” Alpha King Dimitrio says, each word is laden with the weight of his fury, resonating with a deep, rumbling timbre that seems to shake the very foundations of the room. “I said sit and feel my need for you.” He says, once again—and now, I cannot pretend like I didn’t hear the first time. “I’m…I’m your healer.” I say, reminding him of my status. “And I’m your king, your alpha…” his voice crescendos, there's a calculated precision to his speech—a deliberate cadence that adds to the chilling effect of his anger or is it…desire? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know that I want to. I want to sit on him. I want to feel his need for myself. But I can’t…I won’t give myself to a King who didn’t even spare his siblings. He is a beast I cannot kill him. He is everywhere so I cannot leave him. My heart knows him yet I cannot love him. Dimitrio slaps the tray off my hands and it hits the wall. Before I can process that, he rises from his seat and turns me so that he is standing behind me. As he presses against me, I can feel the urgency in his touch, the fervor and depth of his desire seeping into my very bones. “I am a gentleman but I won’t let you test me to the limits, Melissa. I have told you; you are the object of my every desire.” Dimitrio says, and I moan, feeling his hands lift my garment and the fastening of his belt.

After the sudden death of her father, Lilas is forced to move in with her sick mother's new family. Years ago, her mother left to start her own family and although, she doesn't want to be a part of it.It is her responsibility. Upon arrival, Lilas quickly realizes the kind of family her mother is married into. It is known as the Salvatore family-headed by King Salvatore, her step father who is a shadowy and enigmatic Mafia lord whose eyes can see past her soul, and whose presence starts a tingle in between her legs. How long will it take before King Salvatore creeps into her bed to fulfill desires that neither of them can explain? Or will Lilas flee from the forbidden love?

Delilah has had her own share from an abusive relationship with the Beta of the Moonsdale pack. Due to the nature of her birth, the pack members have ostracized her and spread rumors all her life about her being cursed because she was born in the hour of an Lunar eclipse. However, when Brad dies due to an attack from an enemy pack. Delilah is once again blamed because it was heard that Brad claimed her a few days before his death. She is blamed for being a cursed rogue that was born under a lunar eclipse. The pack members, along with Brad’s parents, petition the Alpha to banish her. When the Alpha of the Moonsdale pack requests for an audience with her, he didn’t think that he would be meeting a woman that would cause his senses to malfunction. He is Thorn Moonsdale—a pure Chimera and the last surviving of his kind who is part werewolf and part jaguar.