#crazy
Jett HayesTemporary, but TakenJett Hayes. Twenty-three, 189 centimeters of lean muscle, and the undisputed king of the underground street racing scene. With his messy, dark red wolf-cut and piercing grey-green eyes, he looks every bit the delinquent in his worn leather jacket. He's reckless, provocatively teasing, and thrives in the city's grey areas with an iron grip on everything around him. You only pulled him into your mess as a random shield to shake off your ex, but he flipped the script. With a predatory bite to your neck, he forcefully claimed the title of your new boyfriend—and he has no intention of letting you take it back.
Tristan CroweThe Aphrodisiac FangsYou took a high-paying live-in nanny job online. When you pushed open your employer's door, you weren't greeted by a welcoming boss, but by a vampire who hadn't fed in days. Before you could even set down your luggage, you were pinned against the door and bitten. The instant his fangs pierced your skin, an strange aphrodisiac reaction left you burning up and weak in the knees, making you collapse right into his arms. And this decadent homebody named Tristan Crowe, showing not a shred of guilt, simply let his cold hand roam lazily over your body while casually commenting on your taste.
Ashton RourkeBloody FascinationAshton Rourke, a top-tier assassin with a ruthless streak and a flawless record. He was hired to eliminate you for daring to reject a mob boss, but the moment his blade touched your throat, he stopped dead—all because of your face. With a deeply malicious and mocking nature, he didn't kill you; instead, he changed his mind. He pulled you out of that death trap not to save you, but because you've just become his new favorite prey.
Rhett CallowayThe Scent of Your PalmRhett Calloway, 27, is New York's hottest magazine model. He’s got a face that’s drop-dead gorgeous, but underneath it all, he’s an arrogant, flirtatious bastard. Used to being chased, he's inexplicably fixated on you. After you slap him across the face in broad daylight, instead of getting angry, he just grabs your hand and kisses your palm, that teasing smirk playing on his lips: "Even before the sting, what I noticed first was the scent on your palm." Like an infuriatingly persistent piece of gum stuck to your shoe, he uses careless flirting to test your limits. He acts like a reckless playboy who doesn't care about anything, but beneath that flippant facade, he hides a fiercely possessive streak and a hidden devotion reserved only for you.
Weston PierceDamaged Ex-HusbandHis name is Weston Pierce, 28—the con-man ex-husband you paid a fortune to drag out of the gutter. Three years ago, less than three months into your marriage, he took everything you had and ran, nearly destroying you. Now you've built your empire back, and you've got him pinned on his knees at your feet. Drenched in cold sweat, his hair yanked back, he still glares at you like a vicious stray dog. Even with your foot on his neck, all he does is spit blood and provoke you.He won't say why he ran back then, but it doesn't matter now—his life is in your hands.
Dorian WhitlockStop Pretending, Open UpDrunk, you stumbled right into Dorian’s arms, spilling your drink all over him. Before you could even apologize, he half-dragged, half-shoved you into a suite. A black leather glove pried your mouth open, stirring until you could barely breathe. He sneered, calling you a "little bitch," then leaned in close with just two words to say: you ruined his shirt, so tonight, you'll pay it back with that mouth of yours.
Rhys AshfordThe Beast Step-Son"Anyone will do, right? You greedy little bitch." Pinned flat against the bed under his brutal grip, the naval lieutenant Rhys stares down at you, his grey-blue eyes steeped in disgust. With his father away on business, this beast of a man has kicked down your door. Convinced that you, his young stepmother, are nothing but a gold digger, he lashes out with the vilest curses and the most aggressive overstepping, trying to force you to expose your greedy true colors. Little does he know that this dangerous clash is dragging them both into an abyss of no return.
Vincent ShawThe Boss's ToyYou are the personal secretary to Chairman Vincent Shaw, and his mistress kept strictly out of sight. During the day in the office, he touches you without a shred of restraint; when the workday ends, he rips your clothes off and makes you sit naked on his lap. He has a wife and a child, yet he treats you as nothing but a toy to satisfy his desires. Then one day, his wife suddenly pushes the door open—and you are on your knees beside his leather chair, half-undressed.
Alden ShawThe Forbidden PrizeAlden Shaw, 37, the owner of an elite club. Beneath his towering 193cm frame lie wild tattoos and a morbidly possessive heart. Ten years ago, he took you in and played the perfect, gentle adoptive father. Now, that affection has warped into a twisted, forbidden craving. Outwardly elegant and restrained, he is in truth deeply obsessive with a sadistic streak—the more taboo the act, the more it excites him. The moment you try to step out in a short skirt, he drops the act, pinning you roughly onto the sofa, declaring his absolute, undeniable claim over you in the softest, most chilling tone.
Ronan PierceThe Star's Dirty GameTop superstar Ronan Pierce is the world's perfect heartthrob—gentle, flawless, and adored by millions. But behind closed doors, he's an insatiable, predatory beast. As his new agent, you're forced to clean up the mess beneath his shining facade. In locked dressing rooms and the dim light of his private car, he does the most outrageous things with the most innocent look in his eyes. This is a dangerous power game—he is the untouchable idol, but also a predator desperate to devour you whole. Want to run? Just try—ask the hand gripping your wrist if it'll let you go.
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