Ten full-length erotic romance novels about men who hand themselves over to masters, coaches, fighters and alphas. Collars, cages, warehouses and packs frame total submission, and the rivals and enforcers in charge never have to ask a second time. Every one of these men is aching to be held down.This scorching hot bundle contains the following full length erotic novels:The Gay Masters Collared SubHe walks into the leather club knowing nothing and leaves knowing exact...

Neil Carlisle has spent years burying the truth about himself beneath the enforcer's brutal reputation, but a rival executive's recordings now tie his future to stolen encounters with Bram Whitfield in the arena's hidden spaces. The goalie's lean strength and commanding presence pull at the denial Neil has built around never needing anyone.The dim corridors and locked storage rooms become the only place where their power exchange can exist without ruin. Each lingering contact carri...

Frederick has built his career on never showing weakness in the brutal world of professional hockey. Then the rival enforcer Colin names the insecurity behind the scar and strips away every defense. He commands with callused knuckles, offering a dangerous acceptance built on the humiliation Frederick craves.Their partnership over the family contract traps them in the equipment room, where rivalry twists into a raw tension. Frederick's need to submit battles his denial as Colin guid...

The warded chambers smell of runes and living shadow, and my wrists keep flexing despite the focus I try to hold. I came here to save the domain from rivals, but the ritual requires more than compatibility. It requires me to surrender to Owen's command in ways that could expose every weakness I have hidden since the sigils first marked me.Owen moves with that slow certainty, and every session ends with my wrists bound at his word. When the sigils ignite under the tether, the pull s...

Every match ends with me pretending the aggression is all there is, but the truth is I need Keith to strip it away in the only place we can risk it, the sweat-heavy equipment room where the rest of the team never goes. He doesn't speak when he pulls me inside after the final whistle, just grips my neck like he owns the right to decide what happens next.The leather collar rests open in his hand, hovering at my throat while his fingers tighten their hold, and I feel the line I'm abou...

I have spent my whole career making sure no one gets close enough to see what I really need. Heath Vesper changed that the moment our hands collided on the ice during that penalty kill. Now every game feels like foreplay to something I cannot name.The debt our team carries has us working together in secret, every practice a test of who will give in first. I can feel the weight of the collar he keeps ready, the one that would mark me as his in the dim light of the equipment room whe...

I spent years making sure Harrison Delaney never got the better of me on the pitch. Now the transfer has dropped us into the same team, same dressing room, same long shadows under the floodlights, and the rivalry feels like it is about to swallow us whole.He is the only one who sees the terror I hide behind every tackle, the need to be kept that I will never voice. Every time our eyes meet in the corridors the old hatred turns into a pull I cannot fight, and the thought of him clai...

Dalton has built his reputation on being quick and defiant, but nothing prepares him for the way Simon's massive body overpowers him during every training session. The barrel-chested prop's presence turns professional friction into raw, unspoken need, especially when those huge hands wrap around Dalton's hips and hold him in place far longer than any play requires.The equipment shed offers little cover once the others leave. Simon uses it anyway, and everything they have left unsai...

Isaac Ellsworth stands before the thorn gate as his rival's name is added to the decree. Bound by fae inheritance law, they must complete the trials as one, with Isaac submitting to Philip's protective dominance to secure the throne and the belonging he has always craved.Every shared document ends with their fingers lingering, sending heat across Isaac's luminous skin. Philip does not pull away. What the trials will require of them both turns necessity into an obsession neither can...

In the rune-etched vaults beneath the Obsidian Spire, Uriah Valemont carries the jagged scar of exile on his wrist, a restless mark that demands he answer the demon general's summons. When Connor Jagger calls him down, the general's unyielding command promises the forbidden surrender that comes with a completed blood oath.Every summons ends in the narrow relic vault. There the oath's requirement to mix their blood and bodies pulses hotter with each meeting, and neither of them name...

Fletcher has always fought to prove himself against larger men, yet Ulric's massive presence in the boxing gym makes holding out feel pointless. The heavyweight moves with a quiet command that pulls the wiry fighter toward the submission he craves in secret. Close quarters during training turn every accidental touch into a promise of dominance their bodies cannot deny.The championship and their reputations depend on keeping the intimacy hidden from the rest of the gym. Ulric wants ...

I run these hallways long after practice ends because Ivor Byrne's praise is the only thing that makes me feel like I belong here. When he tells me I am good, the words settle deep, and the dense hair on his chest under my hands becomes the proof that someone sees past the scar and the doubts.The storage room door locks behind us and his thick frame fills the space, his voice low as he guides me exactly where he wants. The threat of a rival seeing us or losing my brother's guardian...