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š„ Alphas determined to possess you. Passion that consumes you. Love that wonāt let go.
āļøāļøāļøāļøāļø"Every story left me breathless! Absolutely unforgettable."
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EXCLUSIVE COLLECTION ā HE DOESNāT JUST FALL IN LOVEā¦HE FIXATES AND CONSUMES YOU.
āļøāļøāļøāļøāļø āAddictive, intense, and impossible to put down.ā ā Goodreads Reviewer
š„ 5 scorching dark romances featuring men who donāt just love hardāthey claim, protect, and consume.

WICKED & OBSESSED (Wicked as Secrets/Wicked and Bare)
The ruthless operator will risk everything to protect his ex...but he'll demand her heart.
TEMPTED BY THE BOSSHOLE
My best friendās daughter is off-limitsāuntil I seduce her for revenge.
FOREVER WICKED
Her billionaire husband blackmailed her for a honeymoon, but she stole his heart.
NAUGHTY LITTLE SECRET
My boss. My friend. My secret lover?
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Format: eBook
Word Count: 320K
Prior Reading Necessary? No
š„ What youāll devour inside:
š Age-Gap Obsession
šŖš¼ Protective Bodyguard
š¤ Ex's Best Friend
š Falling for the Boss
š Marriage Pact
šŖ Revenge
š¶ļø Secret Lover
š Second Chance Romance
How readers are raving:
āļøāļøāļøāļøāļø "Highly erotic and extremely tender... This book made me smile, cry, and squirm in my seat. This one is definitely a keeper.ā - Romance Junkies
š„ Inside TEMPTED BY THE BOSSHOLE š„
āPleaseā¦ā
āBegging to come already?ā
āNo,ā I pant.
āI donāt believe you. Your clit is swollen and hard.ā
āItās still sore from your abuse last weekend.ā Thatās not true, but maybe that will make him stop.
Do you really want him to?
āYou arenāt accustomed to frequent orgasms. Iāll change that.ā He peels my panties down my legs and taps on my ankles, one at a time. āStep out.ā
Obediently, I do. He pockets my underwear. He intends to keep this pair, too? Like a trophy?
Anxiety ties me in knots. Iām afraid of getting caught yet afraid of displeasing him. Everything about him and this situation stirs and agitates me.
I turn to him. āGive those back.ā
āI told you, when youāre with me, you donāt wear these. I know you read my text. I want you available for my cock at all times. Iām going to fuck you often and well. Iāll remind you this pussy is mine every chance I get.ā
āYouāre a bastard.ā One whose sole goal is revenge; I need to remember that, not how incredible his touch feels.
āAt least Iām not a cheating douchebag like your ex.ā
He has a point, but⦠āNo, youāre a bossy, possessive caveman.ā
āI donāt deny that.ā
āGive me back my underwear.ā
He tsks. āWe need to work on your listening skills. Not only do you no longer wear them, you donāt own them.ā
To prove his point, he tosses my scrap of white cotton in his wastebasket and pours the remnants from last weekās coffee on top. Theyāre ruined.
Seeing red, I turn to face him. āNathāā
He covers my mouth with his palm. āShh. You donāt want the rest of the office to come running. Iām not sharing these perfect tits with anyone.ā
Then he swoops down and laves my nipples, his quiet groan vibrating through my body.
One touch and I surrender. Why? Whereās my self-respect and my will? Apparently, theyāre between my legs, begging like the rest of me. Itās barely after eleven a.m., and Nathan is melting me into a puddle. Unless I go shopping on my lunch hour, Iāll be commando for the rest of the day.
After one final nip of his teeth on each tender tip, he turns me back to the desk and urges me flat. The hiss of his zipper fills the room otherwise occupied by distant office noises and the sounds of my shallow breaths.
āSpread your legs.ā He nudges them apart with his foot.
The tearing of a wrapper fills my ears next. My heart thrashes hard when the thick head of his cock nudges my entrance while his massive hand pins my wrists to his desk. āBy the way, five minutes ago, I announced our engagement. The whole office knows.ā
My jaw drops. āWhat?ā
He doesnāt answer, merely plants his lips on my shoulder, grips my hip, and thrusts deep inside me in one ruthless stroke.
š Start reading now. Heās staking his claimāand he wonāt stop.
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