J. R. Gray

Avoiding sleeping with women was my specialty, an art form even. As the future King of England I couldn't be caught sleeping with men. My whole life played out in front of the paparazzi, and they didn't miss a thing. I had a carefully crafted womanizing persona to maintain. My life came with rules, all of which I broke when I couldn't resist a one night stand with the enemy: A beautiful paparazzo with a heart of gold. He may be the only person who doesn't want me for my title, and he can never be anything more than my secret. But secrets have a way of coming out and not only will they scare him away, but they'll lose me the crown.

King Consort

I survive on avoidance. Physical pain to avoid the mental. Disposable flesh to avoid relationships. Work to avoid attachment. My club became my empire of avoidance. Inside the ring millions are won and lost. The fight is confined to breaths, actions and reactions, fists and pain. Rules don't exist. Only my opponent exists. I'd been avoiding my needs for far too long when Remi stumbles into the Inferno and I'm hungry. The promise of a submissive with no attachment is far too tempting. I can't resist him. He was only supposed to be a distraction, but I know I'll never get over him. There isn't a chance in this clouded hell.

Clouded Hell

Weston doesn't believe in voodoo but that doesn't mean it doesn't believe in him. His life and family were steeped in the stuff and it was fine, until voodoo took everything from him, ripped his life from his grasp. And when it swallowed whole the person he loved most he had to escape.But there were consequences. His voodoo goddess wasn't going to let go of him so easily, and her revenge was the pinnacle of evil. He could have dealt with something like impotence or boils, but this was purely depraved. She came for him and hit him where it hurts. She might as well have taken his guns.Weston found himself unable to lie. A hitman who can't lie. What a joke.When his handler throws him a bone, a job that requires no interaction only observation, Weston takes it. He should be able to do this in his sleep, but he's off his game. He gets way too close. Nothing is as it seems, and someone else, maybe someone worse than him, is stalking his mark. But he can't leave the kid high and dry. Not when Eli is all he can think about.

Speak No Evil

Titus had lived and breathed religion his entire life, tucked away from the rest of the world in a compound in northern Wyoming. He's destined to be the next leader of the church, deemed so by the Prophet. God spoke and with His word He created. But God made a mistake. Titus isn't worthy. He was born sick and it's solidified when he rescues the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Torn between fidelity to his faith or his soul, Titus must reconcile the two parts of himself before he's discovered hiding among the chosen.

Forsaken

I should have been on top of the world but I was trapped, suffocated by fame. My life wasn't my own. I belonged to the fans and the media. Too famous to leave my house without attracting a crowd. Fame and anxiety prevented a connection. I was doomed to stay a virgin forever, or so I thought until I fell for the one person forbidden to me: My director.Four months of working side by side while trying to keep my hands to myself or one of us would lose our job. The temptation was going to kill me.Unwritten is a standalone, steamy slow burn, age-gap with low angst, and a dog that's in charge.

Unwritten

Khloe Wren

Amber Morgan

Bad Alpha features a select collection of stories with shifters so ruthless they will stop at nothing to protect their pack. These aren't sugar-and-spice heroes. Our alphas are feared, inked, and don't ask questions first. They take what they want, never give in to their enemies, and think love is for the weak-until they meet their mate. Are you ready to learn how to tame a savage heart?

J. R. Gray

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