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Had Theo Moreland, the marquess of Raine, killed her brother? And had the treasure the two men sought in South America hastened his descent to an early grave? American journalist Megan Mulcahey has to discover the truth. But to find out, she needs to infiltrate the marquess' household.

I'm not interested in love. It's the chase that intrigues me. I saw her in the park, my pretty little prey. I intend to make her mine, and the closer I get, the more she will lose. Her friends. Her family. Her freedom. Each move will bring her further under my control until she has nothing left... but me. Am I playing a cruel game? Of course. But I warned you: It's not love that I want.

I've started a new game, this one more sinister than the last. Every time she tries to fight what we have, I just pull her deeper into my deception. The slightest disobedience to my rules brings swift punishment. I've pushed her to the edge. She wants to kill me. The only problem is...she loves me.

Roxy Quinn - tattooed goddess, daughter of punk rockers, and general beautiful badass - thought she’d never see Edward Cavendish III again. The wealthy British hotelier wandered into her dingy New York City tattoo parlor, a little drunk and a lot brokenhearted. And very, very charming. After a night of panty-disintegrating passion, Roxy sends him on his way. She has zero time to pursue the suit-wearing sex god. Not when her business is failing. Not when her employees are counting on her.

Even optimists have bad days, but Raegan Tavish’s streak has lasted for weeks. The rising star of fashion stylists is dealing with both a bad break-up and a creative slump, so apartment sitting for her lovebird friends feels like a way to realign karma - until fate has its say. As soon as Bastien De Leon steps out of the giant wardrobe in his brother’s master bedroom, Raegan knows what kind of complication has just struck her life. The cabinet is no normal piece of imposing furniture.

She's finally under my complete control, yet it's not enough. I hold her body captive but not her heart. She has no money. Nowhere to go. No one to turn to for help. She knows I took everything from her to make her mine, so she fights me at every turn. This began as a game, but she needs to understand that I will do anything to win. Anything. She is my possession. Nothing, and no one, not even her, will keep us apart. One way or another, I'll get what I want. And I want her...all of her.

He's a rugged, battle-hardened soldier who spent four years in the Royal Guard, an elite military unit. I met the king and queen for the first time wearing leggings and a sweatshirt. But there's the way he looks at me. Like he knows every dirty thought I've had about him - and he likes them. There's the way my pulse skyrockets every time his hand brushes mine. I'm the ambassador's daughter. I know better than to mess around with a foreign head of state.

She broke the rules of our game—she ran. Now she will pay. When will my pretty pawn learn that I am the master of this game? Only I will be the victor. She thinks she can hide from me. She thinks she can escape my wrath. She's wrong. This time when I catch her, there will be no escape. I no longer want her as just my beautiful captive. She will now become my wife, even if I have to drag her down the aisle. I want her under my complete control. I want her every breath, her every movement, her every thought to be only of me. This is no longer a game. She changed the rules, but I will still win.

It is incredibly stupid to write this text while I’m drunk. But what’s the saying? No gain, no pain. Or, no pain, no shame.... Whatever. You know what I mean. And let’s face it. There’s no way I would be doing this if I was stone-cold sober. But since I’m plastered? To hell with it. I want you. I know. Crazy, right? Not only am I your temporary roommate, but I’m a chatty nurse from Providence with an impeccable bedside manner and secrets. You’re a broody, commitment-phobe sculptor from England who communicates in grunts and single syllables.