Karla

As one of the world's most hated celebrities, I'm used to unwanted attention. But when I woke up one morning to find a mysterious man had broken into my house, I knew I needed security, fast. Enter "The Angels," my three ex-military bodyguards. Having three gorgeous men guarding me 24-7 sounds like a dream come true, but it turns out to be a nightmare. They're always here, watching me. Caring for me. Protecting me. They tell me to ignore them and go about my business, but I can't even think with them so close. The spark is too intense.

He's rough, he's dirty, and he's not going to be gentle. When I took a job on an oil rig to escape my scheming stepfather's efforts to set me up with one of his business cronies, I knew I'd be working with rugged men. What I didn't expect is to find myself bent over a desk, my cheeks soaked with tears and my bare thighs wet for a very different reason, as my well-punished bottom is thoroughly used by a stern, infuriatingly sexy roughneck.

Trauma nurse Aly Cappellucci doesn’t need any more kinks. She likes the one she’s landed on just fine. To her, nothing could top the masked men she follows online. Unless one of those men was shirtless, heavily tattooed, and waiting for her in her bedroom. She dreams about being hunted by one in particular, of him chasing her down and doing deliciously dark things to her willing body. She never could have guessed that by sending one drunken text, those dreams would become her new reality.

Unreliable, irresponsible, unpredictable, unaccountable—Yaz knows how her family views her. She was never like them, though. Never academic enough, never serious enough, never really good enough. He was different. Heath was the one who stuck up for Yaz when she was a child. As her brother's best friend and ten years older, he had been her hero—always defending her to her family, always seeing the best in her—he made her feel worthy of approval.

The last thing I expect is for my dream job to fall in my lap—or for three ridiculously hot guys to pursue me through the Scottish Highlands.

From author Jescie Hall comes this dark and demanding stalker romance that pushes all the boundaries of exploring sexuality while simultaneously exposing the harsh realities of organized religion.

Their authoritative presence is felt before anything else. My heart skips a beat and my blood runs cold. They’re here. The voluminous cloaks cover their bodies entirely, and their faces are mostly concealed by their hoods. Standing with their broad shoulders squared and hands tucked behind their backs, they emanate sheer masculinity and dominance.

Azalea has just been named alpha of the pack. However, Decker, her father's best friend—and murderer—has decided he wants to take over. She must rely on her council to help her find a way to fight back against the powerful enemy. When a lone wolf happens to come along, Azalea is skeptical, but something about the young woman intrigues her, so she invites her into the pack. Strength is in numbers, and they may need more when the time comes. Azalea is slapped with betrayal when her own council begins to reject her one by one.

Moving in with the Kings of Aventine was supposed to be simple: get close enough to find out what happened to my sister and get the hell out. Yeah, that's not what happened. Like, at all. Now I'm falling hard for Rock, a golden retriever with the body of a god, and Oscar, the pierced brooder who takes pictures of me when I'm not looking. Even Neo, my bully and stepbrother, isn't off limits because, apparently, my body is a thirsty traitor. Still, there are advantages to having the Kings on my side, especially since I'm now the proud owner of a rage-filled stalker.

My name is Ember, and I’m a Reject Omega. My gorgeous best friend and Alpha from the dangerous Marshal pack broke his promise to share my first heat, and I was sent to the Omega Institute.