Tomboy. Potty mouth. Cyber geek. That’s who 24-year-old photo blogger Georgina “George” McCartney really is. But because her father’s death suddenly makes her a “ward” of her odious step-aunt, George’s world is turned upside down as she’s forced into leading a life of respectability in the kingdom of Chalys, where ladies dazzle in corsets and petticoats, gentlemen go a-courting with carriage rides and grand balls, and anything electrical or digital is forbidden. Kidnapped. Hunted. Seduced. All George wants is a stolen adventure after dark, but instead she finds herself drugged – or at least she thinks she is. How else can she explain the way she finds her beautiful, sexy, and powerful captor, Silviu, absolutely irresistible? Plus, he’s crazy. He kisses George like he owns her, tells George creatures from Hell are after them, and he believes his demon half will gain a soul by making her his heartkeeper. Say what? Does he mean ‘housekeeper’?

From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Marian Tee Once upon a time, there was an ordinary girl who grew up listening to bedtime stories where there were no knights in shining armor or Prince Charming. Instead, it had Greek billionaires and this little girl dreamt she’d one day have Her Own Greek Billionaire to live happily ever after with. When this little girl grew up, she realized that not all fairytale weddings came with happy-ever-after endings. Sometimes, those who speak the words “I love you” don’t really mean it, and those who can’t utter the words end up being the ones who truly mean them. This is my story. I mean your story. I mean, Mairi Tanner’s story.

Leandro Christopoulos needed to reinvent his public image from playboy underground motor racer to boring upright role model. The solution: Bobby Granger. Bobby, short for Roberta wasn't his type. She was the kind of girl who needed to be in love before going to bed with a guy. But then Leandro accidentally saw her naked, and he knew he was just going to have to lie about falling in love.

A young ordinary girl falls for a rich, handsome duke. If this were an ordinary love story, she would have been his bride. Instead, she becomes his mistress. In taking the eighteen-year-old Mary Ashton with him to London, Rathe Wellesley, the 5th Duke of Flanders and England’s #1 Heartthrob, knows that his most cherished woman would become the talk of the town for all the wrong reasons. Even so, Rathe is unable to keep himself away from her. Mary used to think she had the power to change the duke’s outlook on love. But when someone starts spreading lies about her, making Rathe and the whole world believe that she’s too young for him.When she looks into Rathe’s eyes now, she fears that no matter what she does, the duke will ultimately choose…to leave her.

A New Adult erotic romance from the author of The Werewolf Prince & I and How Not to Be Seduced by Billionaires.Sometimes, there's only one Dom a Sub can belong to.A Dom in disguise...As one of the heirs to the Christopoulos billions and his family's political dynasty, 21-year-old Derek is used to living his life in the limelight. Add in his gorgeous looks and charm, and every girl has no problem seeing him as the hottest guy in uni---the very embodiment of a modern-day prince. Or so people mistakenly think.Throughout his life, Derek has kept his darker desires leashed, waiting for that one girl who'd find pleasure in belonging to him, body and soul.A Sub in denial...Jaike Hepburn's unassuming looks hide a shameful past, one that forces her to run away from anything - anyone - that threatens her self-control. Derek is one such man, and the feelings he arouses in Jaike pushes her into the arms of his rival.An obsession that cannot be denied, a relationship that knows no bounds...Jaike doesn't trust herself with Derek, not when he is everything she desires...and fears.But Derek believes differently. He knows it's only a matter of time before the truth between them is laid bare.She is his, and he is hers.ReviewExcerpt below.From the Inside FlapNot suitable for anyone below 18 years old.Excerpt:There wasn't anything sweet and tender in Derek's kiss. It was raw and demanding, and she loved it. She was obsessed by it. Putting a stop to Derek's kiss didn't even cross her mind, the kiss claiming her in a way that Jaike was no longer herself. She was simply his.          Derek's tongue thrust in and out of her mouth, mating with her tongue, and she could have died for the sensations that his deep and masterful kiss churned out. His kiss demanded, and she yielded.           His lower body pushed against her, and she pushed back without thinking, loving the pulsing heat of Derek's hard length.          The next thing she knew Derek had jumped away from her, and the glare in his eyes made Jaike gaze back at him in hurt confusion.           "You're so fucking confusing you're driving me crazy!" he growled.           "You're so fucking confusing, too," she half-screamed, unable to understand how Derek could be so mad after the kiss they had shared. "What do you want from me?""You know what I fucking want. It's you who doesn't fucking know what you goddamn want!" Derek took a challenging step towards her, his chest shaking with every ragged breath he took. "Tell me, Jaike. Does this fucking mean you'll leave him? Are you mine now?"          His words worked like a bucket of cold water thrown at her.           Oh God, oh God, oh God. What had she done?           "What's it going to be this time, Jaike?"

His name is Kellion. Beautiful. Wicked. Dashing. Alive. That’s what attracted me the most about him, that he’s so full of life, it makes me feel like I’m not dead inside. I thought he was just like all the other bikers of the Afxisi, America’s most popular and exclusive underground racing club. Someone too rich, too gorgeous for his own good, someone too full of himself to be human. But then I saw a secret side of him. Realized that he had just been pretending all along. Realized that he needed me, and that broken part of him drew me in, like a moth to a flame. Now, I want to be the one to make him smile. Really smile, and not like all those fake smiles he used to make the girls around him fall in love. I want to make him think of me, just me. I want to belong to him, just him. But most of all, I want him to know I love him. Not the biker, not the billionaire’s son, not the hot guy. But him. Kellion. Even if his smile tells me he’ll end up tearing me apart, I need him to know he’s not alone. I’m his to love or destroy. Whatever he wants, I’m his.