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Synopsis

Books 1-7 in the USA Today Bestselling Impossible Series, available in one collection for a limited time!

*7 Books, 1700 pages, 1600+ Five-Star Ratings*

Impossible

My life was irrevocably changed that night; the night I was taken. I saved a man's life, but at what cost to myself? Can I convince him to save me in return?

I hate him for what he's done to me. But the longer I'm trapped with him, the harder it is to cling to that hatred. He is an enigma of a man, one who is shockingly arrogant, sweetly contrite, and frighteningly aggressive by turns. And the pain in his eyes is a mirror for my own.

The longer I remain in his grip, the more confused I become. Is my freedom worth betraying him?

Savior

I've never met a man as dangerous for me as Clayton. The sexy FBI agent wants to enlist my junkie kid brother in his war against the violent Latin Kings. My proximity puts me in the

line of fire, but Clayton's determined to keep me close to protect me.

When I try to push him away, he ruthlessly exploits my weakness: lust. He grants me the sweet release that I can only find in sexual submission, and I am quickly becoming addicted to him.

I am willing and eager to give him my body. But can I do that without putting my heart - and my life - in jeopardy?

Rogue

I can't afford to make mistakes. When you work for the FBI, mistakes can cost lives.

Busting BDSM club Decadence for drug trafficking is my chance to prove myself. And no pushy Dominant is going to throw me off my game, not even sinfully sexy club owner Derek Carter.

I have to keep him close in order to uncover his secrets, but keeping him close to my body while guarding my heart is proving more difficult than I ever imagined.

He might be my biggest mistake yet.

Knight

My captor tormented me until I forgot my own name. Then my new Master came and saved me. He tries to make me see him as FBI agent Smith James, but I can only think of him as

Master.

He is obsessed with putting the pieces of my shattered soul back together. He wants to heal me, but I'm scared. If I'm not a slave, he won't be my Master anymore. I might be a shadow of the woman I was, but without him I would cease to exist altogether.

I've found my salvation in his obsession, my freedom in captivity. If I can make him love me, he'll never let me go.

Mentor

A heartless man abducted me. He treats me like his plaything, but I suspect I mean more to him than idle amusement. He wants to make me his. The monster needs me.

Trapped in the dark, I'm coming to need him. He sets my body on fire, and his touch is a tender mercy.

Maybe he's not heartless, after all.

Master

I'm hunting down the most heinous criminal I've ever encountered. The man known to us only as The Mentor abducts and tortures women. And now he's set his sights on me.

My sexy new partner Reed Miller is determined to protect me, and he insists on staying close. Too close. His allure frightens me almost as much as the sadistic man who is stalking me. I have to trust him if we're going to work together, but trust isn't something that comes easily for me.

To save my life, Reed demands that I give him my heart.

King

My father gave me to him as a bargaining chip, as though I was nothing more than flesh to be traded. I hate him for that, and I hate the man who took me: Javier Santiago, a member of the violent Latin Kings.

Even though I don't want to belong to him, he is fiercely possessive of me. And when his ownership is threatened, his enemies aren't the only ones to suffer. He says my freedom is the price for my safety. I think he just wants to keep me all for himself.

Note: The Impossible Series contains scorching hot scenes of BDSM!

Excerpt

Javier caught my chin between his thumb and forefinger, redirecting my gaze to his. His warm breath teased across my lips, and I shivered. “Tell me.”

I hesitated, but he didn’t release me from his intense eyes. “You promised to obey me, Charlotte. Now I’m ordering you to tell me what you want.”

“I think you know,” I hedged.

“I do. But I want to hear you say it. I want you to ask me for it.”

“I…” I swallowed. “I don’t know what to ask for.”

He brushed a doting kiss across my forehead. “So innocent, muñequita. Let me help you.”

In a move faster than I could follow, he flipped me onto my back and settled his body over mine. His long fingers encircled my wrists, pressing them into the mattress on either side of my head. I stared up at him, wide-eyed and waiting for more.

He dipped his head toward me, nuzzling my neck. His hot lips teased across my skin, his tongue tracing a scorching line from just below my ear to my shoulder. He nipped at the sensitive flesh there, and I cried out as the little flash of pain sent a searing line of desire straight to my sex.

“You like when I hold you down,” he whispered in my ear. “You like being at my mercy.” His teeth closed around my earlobe, and my hips ground up against him in response. “You want me to take control.  Don’t you?”

“Yes!” The admission came out on a soft moan. With those few harsh touches and dark words, my body was practically thrumming for him.

He bit my shoulder again, and I gasped. “Ask me for it. Tell me how much you want it.”

There was something more to his demand than just a desire for dirty talk. He needed to hear me say that I wanted him to treat me this way. He needed my permission before he went any further.

“I want you to take control, Javier.” My voice was clear and calm. “Please.”

His kiss was merciless, but it was different from the hungry way he had taken my mouth in the past. This was more deliberate, controlled. A calm strength seemed to have settled over him, and all the frenzied energy with which he had ravaged me before was channeled into something that was somehow even more overwhelming. His lips moved against mine in a ruthless assault on my senses, tugging and sucking until all the nerve endings there came alive. I opened for him, inviting him in. I could feel his arrogant smile against my mouth just before his tongue stroked in. He entered in teasing forays, until I arched up into him, silently begging for more. Only then did he take me in earnest, his tongue penetrating me with erotic intent. He didn’t let up until I was just as desperate for breath as I was for his touch.

When he pulled away, my chest rose and fell in little short pants, and my head was spinning. His cocky grin nearly took my breath away all over again. I’d never seen him look so at ease with himself. He needed this. He needed me, needed to dominate me. My sex quivered at the thought.