I never mix business with pleasure—until now. I’m expanding my business into new territories, and one of those territories is already claimed by my nemesis—The Skull King. Instead of rushing in with guns blazing, I decide to take a different route. He has a daughter that lives right here in Paris—and she’s the perfect pawn to win the match. I’ll capture her, put a knife to her throat, and her father will be forced to cave. But the second our eyes lock, that plan goes straight in the trash. Beautiful. Sexy. Confident. And she’s got a mouth on her too—because she insults me straight to my face. I’ve never had a type, but this sassy woman has just become it. Instead of executing the plan that would give me exactly what I want, I ask her out instead. Her rejection is ice-cold. “I know what kind of man you are. You’re a criminal—and I don’t do criminals.” Being the daughter of a kingpin has given her astounding insight to those around her—and a repulsion for the lifestyle. If it were a different woman, I would accept her decline—but I wouldn’t accept if from her. “I’m not asking to marry you, sweetheart. I just want to sleep with you—and you want to sleep with me.” I just wanted a meaningless fling with the Skull King’s daughter—but I think I’m going to want a lot more.

I’m running from a monster—and only a bigger monster will save me. Grave didn’t honor the terms of our agreement and decided to make his own rules. When I refused to obey, he coerced me with force. I manage to escape his clutches, but I know he’s hot on my tail. He’s obsessed with me, and the only way he’ll stop is if he’s dead. I try to hire a hitman named Griffin, but he’s settled down and retired. All he can give me is a lead. “Cauldron Beaufort is the only man Grave won’t cross—so I suggest you talk to him.” Getting an audience with Cauldron Beaufort is no easy task. His estate is behind a locked gate, and he doesn’t take unexpected visitors. I realize the only way I’m going to get his attention is to sneak on his yacht and pretend to be one of his admirers. I succeed and finally lure Cauldron into an unoccupied cabin, but I quickly realize why Grave fears this guy. He’s ruthless. He doesn’t hesitate to draw a gun on me—and pull the trigger. If I hadn’t emptied the barrel before he walked inside, I’d be dead right now. I plead my case and ask for his protection, but his rejection is ice-cold. “You snuck onto my yacht, tricked me into believing you’re someone else, and then ask for my help? I didn’t become a billionaire because I’m a nice guy. I’m a billionaire because I don’t anything for free. You want my help? It’s going to cost you. All of you. Right here, right now.” I have to give Cauldron exactly what he wants—or die.

We spent weeks planning this trip to Sicily together. And I was damn sure going to enjoy it, even if my lying, cheating boyfriend just abandoned me. I push aside self-pity to venture out and take photographs. Later, I lock eyes with a stranger at a bar. This tattooed god, Constantine, is way out of my league, but to my surprise, he’s all in—every inch. And up in his hotel suite, he claims me for his own. Over and over again. Constantine’s touch helps take away the pain, and he possesses me like I’ve never known. I fall hard. But beneath his kindness to me, to his family, to his dog, I sense danger. How could I know that to the city of Rome, he’s a brutal enforcer? When I trust the wrong man, I discover just how dangerous Constantine can be. He may call me sweetheart, but the Roman Republic calls him Emperor—and trembles at his feet.

I owe him a debt. A debt that can’t be settled with money or favors. There’s only one thing he wants—me. Crow Barsetti saves me from my captivity, but instead of liberating me and granting my freedom, he makes me his own prisoner. He’s playing a game of revenge with his enemy—and I’m the pawn on the board. His stares are intense. His desire is palpable. He’s an exceptionally good-looking man, but I deny his advances. I demand my freedom several times—and he rejects every plea. But then he makes me an offer. If I submit to him—he’ll grant my freedom. But the offer is more complicated than it seems. Instead of a single night together, he wants me to work for my freedom. A single button for one act—and I have to earn 365 buttons before he lets me go. Unless I fill that empty jar to the brim, I’ll remain a prisoner in his Tuscan villa forever. I just need to work off my buttons—and not fall in love with him in the process.

My brother crossed the wrong man—and now I have to pay the price. He was an idiot who actually believed he could steal four million dollars from a dangerous man that sold intelligence for a living. Instead of losing a hand or an eye, I was drugged and taken from my bed in the dead of night. When I open my eyes, I’m in a cell, and my captor is a beautiful man that doesn’t need to take a woman to get laid. I try to escape—many times—but I quickly realize there’s no escape. Even if my brother comes up with the four million dollars, this man still won’t let me go. He intends to take his revenge in a far more sinister way. With no other choice, I submit to his demands…and enjoy them. I continue to search for an escape plan, but my captor is always one step ahead of me. He implanted a device in my body when I arrived, and all he has to do it hit a button and I’m dead. If I try to escape one more time, he won’t hesitate to use it. So now I’m left with one option—to make him want to let me go. And there’s only one way to do that—by making him fall in love with me.

They've taken my father. They'll take me next unless I comply with their demands. Taking down the most powerful man in Italy. Cato Marino. The man is accompanied by his security team everywhere he goes. His fortress in Tuscany is impenetrable. He's the most paranoid man in the country. And there's no possibility I'll be able to take him down alone. If I want to save my father, I only have one option. To get into Cato's bed...and stay there.

I wish my husband were dead. I married him to save someone I loved. Now I’ve been trapped in this loveless marriage for years. He parades his mistresses right in front of me. Strikes me if I say something he doesn’t like. When he’s away on one of his business trips, I head to a bar to blow off steam. My intention is to go home alone, but that changes when I see him, the sexiest man ever. He buys me a drink. Stares at me in a way my husband never has—or any man ever. He doesn’t say much, but when he does, it’s all the right things. Asks if he can take me home, and I want to scream my answer at the top of my lungs. But I decide to tell him the truth instead. “I’m married.” My husband isn’t faithful to me, but he’s dangerous. Dangerous, as in, he kills people. Lots of people. “And my husband is someone you don’t want to cross…” “I’m not someone you want to cross either.” His stare doesn’t falter with the information. On his right hand is a diamond ring, carved into a human skull. Built like an ox, he looks like he could be dangerous too. The energy he emits from his strong body is subtly hostile, but not directed at me. “Let’s go, sweetheart.” I should say no—but I don’t think I can.

My father has chosen me to succeed him in the family business. But if I want the job, it comes with stipulations. And one of those stipulations is to never mix business with pleasure. AKA, don't sleep with anyone on the job. My father leads by example, and not once have I ever seen him get involved with anyone, not even his beautiful assistant. That was an easy rule to follow...until Axel. Axel is an expert distributor, someone who knows how to get our product past the ruthless regulations mandated by the government. My father has never had a partner, but he makes an exception for Axel because he's good at what he does. But the second our eyes meet...there's fire. He's by far the most handsome man I've ever seen, and his I couldn't care less attitude makes me weak. But I put up boundaries and reject his advances. But this man doesn't stop until he gets what he wants. One night together becomes the precursor to the most passionate affair of my life. If my father discovers our secret, it'll cost me my career...and it'll cost Axel his life. To make matters worse, I'm falling for this man...and I think he's falling for me too.