It was supposed to be a harmless essay. What would you change about yourself?I thought I was being clever when I wrote about my V-card.Until my sexy English professor read it and decided to give me some very personal “extra credit.”Now he’s looking at me in ways no professor should — and bringing his friends along for the ride. Suddenly I’m getting a very naughty lesson in lust, and the syllabus is all hands-on....

Rule #1: Never fall for a client.Rule #2: Especially if the clients are three infuriatingly gorgeous rock stars who live for scandal.Too bad Dirty Bandit makes breaking rules feel like foreplay.I was hired to save their careers, not get tangled up in their sheets.Three of them — tattoos, egos the size of stadiums, and a talent for ruining lives. Absolute chaos.They should be my biggest headac...

The long shadow of propagandaIn her memoir Raised by the Kremlin Julia Matyukhina describes her life as a child of the Soviet elite and her departure from the authoritarian system's warlike worldview.Julia Matyukhina was four years old when her family moved from Moscow to Finland in 1986. Julia's parents and entire family were loyal citizens of Soviet society, and many of them were officers in the NKVD or KGB as well as other party loyalists.When the Soviet...

★★★★★ "I loved everything about this story!"Wanted: one O.Found: three men who won’t stop until I get it.You’d think writing a sex advice column would make me an expert.Wrong.I’ve never had the Big O. Not once.And if my readers ever found out? Career = over.But when my roommate — my brother's hot, grumpy best friend — overhears my dirty littl...

I accidentally bought a hockey star at a charity auction.Don’t ask me how—it happened fast. One minute I was sipping champagne, the next I was “dating” Rake Hanson, the league’s grumpiest player.Correction: a musclebound, six-foot-four mistake.Rake Hanson is a walking cliché: too many abs, zero personality, and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. Not my type. At all.Our chemistry? Frozen.Our date? A disaster.

Once upon a time, Beauty was given to the Beast.I was given three.My father gambled my freedom away, trading me to the Alekseev brothers — three Bratva hitmen with guns in their hands and sin in their eyes. I’m their captive, their collateral, their plaything.My virginity is their bargaining chip, and I should hate them for it.But hate doesn’t explain the way my body burns when they’re near.Hate does...

I can't control this desire inside me! Why do I feel so drawn to Master? This doesn't happen with anyone else... His every gentle touch fills me with pleasure.

I got lost in the woods, twisted my ankle, and somehow ended up living with four giant, ex-military mountain men.Yeah. Just your typical Tuesday.They hauled me into their cabin, patched me up, and gave me one simple rule: don’t snoop.Note to self: when four mountain men tell you not to do something, maybe listen.Now they’re mad, I’m tied to a bed (rude), and sparks are flying hotter than the cabin’s woodstove.They’re...

No matter how much time we spend together, I’ll never become special to you.Childhood best friends. Two halves of a whole. The cool, smart one who’s good at almost everything, and his average, dorky friend who struggles to do anything right-Yamato and Kakeru. Always by the other’s side, but not together in the way they truly want to be. No matter how hard they try, their hearts cannot reach each other…

They didn’t just save me. They claimed me.Sin City’s most dangerous men — brothers and mafia kingpins Luca and Leo Borroni — rescued me from a massacre, but their price isn’t money.It’s me.I’m their newest obsession — and their debt to collect.They call it a game, but the stakes are my body and my heart. Their rules are twisted. Their touches ruin me.I’m the pawn, and the only rule is surrender....

Yoi Takiguchi has long legs, a deep voice, and a handsome face...in other words, Yoi is such a good-looking guy that most people don't notice or care that she is, in fact, a girl. Indeed, she's had the nickname "Prince" as long as she can remember. That is, until she met Ichimura-senpai...the only person who's really seemed to see her for herself. To her surprise, she's not sure how to handle this new relationship, especially when her newfound friend is a prince himself (and a guy prince, ...

Three cowboys. One ranch. Zero chill.I came here for thirty days, some cute cowboy boots, and a fat inheritance. Easy money, right?Except I didn’t plan on three cowboys with broad shoulders, sinful smirks, and way too much attitude.One’s grumpy, one’s cocky, and one’s steady as stone. Together, they’re temptation in worn jeans and boots—and they can’t seem to decide if they want to drive me off the land… or drive me wild.I should focus on th...