CLAIMED: A Dark Mafia Romance (Claimed Trilogy Book 1)by Em Brown

Note to self: don’t fall in love with a gangster.

I’m the good girl: a college student who studies hard, wants to do good, and plays by the rules. I shouldn’t be falling for a guy like Darren Lee, the bad boy owner of an exclusive nightclub that, unbeknownst to me, caters to an international triad.

We’re absolutely wrong for each other. Maybe that’s why the heat between us is so sizzling hot…

But Darren’s desires run dark and wicked. Should I submit to his passions? Something tells me that if I throw caution to the wind, I could be in for a world of hurt.

If you enjoy mafia style romances with bad boy Doms and plenty of wicked heat, then get CLAIMED to steam up your reading today…

One Night with the Lairdby Nicola Cornick

Can true love be born from scandal?

She is young and beautiful and fashionable, Edinburgh's most flirtatious hostess. But within the merry widow beats a grieving heart. Lady Mairi mourns the husband she lost two years before—and no matter how accomplished a lover Jack Rutherford may be, their wanton night together was an encounter of the body only, and Lady Mairi would prefer to forget it.

But when Mairi is threatened by a blackmailer, Jack is the only man who can protect her. As they work together to uncover where the danger lies, their passion reignites. Little by little, the masks they wear burn away, and their most private secrets come to light….

King of Campus (Barnett Bulldogs Book 1)by Jennifer Sucevic

A USA Today bestseller!
Roan King.
The uncrowned king of Barnett University. He’s like a freaking celebrity around here. It’s totally ridiculous. People, by which I mean grown women, actually stalk him on the internet. And around campus. Apparently, he’s god’s gift to both football and the ladies (I’m using that term loosely). All he has to do is smile and girls fall right onto their backs before spreading their legs wide. I’ve heard that he’s already plowed his way through half the female population at Barnett. My guess is that he’ll work his way through the second half before he gets drafted to the NFL later this year.
Yeah…I don’t plan to be one of them. The guy is nothing more than a conceited player. You know the type–a steroid infused meathead coasting through college on his football prowess.
Ugh.
I have three words for you–avoid, avoid, avoid.
Need I say more?
I don’t think so.
I’ve had the sad misfortune of running into him on campus. Literally. As in–I literally slammed into him before spilling my iced coffee all over that wide rippling chest of his (did I just say that?). What I learned from the experience is that Roan King is one hell of a cocky son of a–
I also learned that he has the most spectacular chest.
And don’t get me started on those abs… I could probably cut diamonds on them.
Unfortunately for me, Operation–Avoid Roan King isn’t going so well. Everywhere I go, there he is. If he wasn’t so ridiculously hot, he would be a hell of a lot easier to forget. With his dark hair, shocking turquoise-colored eyes and (damn him) buff body, he’s easily the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Crap…see what I mean?
I have the sneaking suspicion that Roan King will lead to my utter ruin and downfall.

Talk Dirty To Meby Ali Parker

The story was an emotional one which held my attention from beginning to end. Ali has written a truly moving tale. — Amazon Reviewer

A woman in the business of love that’s never been in a real relationship.

Check. That’s me. Nessa Night.

Now I know what you’re thinking. That sounds like a stripper name.

Hold up. Let me explain.

It’s my radio talk-show name. My incognito way of helping the world love deeper and more often.

Though my love life is like a ten-year-old fall leaf trapped between the pages of an old journal. #dramatic

I’m short. Curvy. Average at best.

And I’m a fraud.

For all the advice I give on the air, I have zero experience to back it up. I’m eternally single. Forever alone.

And the only man I’ve ever caught feelings for is one of my callers: Mr No Name.

Much to my surprise, he’s not unknown at all.

The grandson of the great Jack Daniels is my caller, and worse? He’s my brother’s best friend from high school.

Only one way to right these increasingly awkward wrongs.

High school reunion time. He wants in, and I want a date who looks like him.

The only thing off is his advice about love. It’s from Nessa night. Me!

And if he swoons over her (me!) one more time, I’ll have to give in and tell him.

Besides, I’m in the business of love.

If I don’t got this, who does? *Gulp*