Outclassed. Outplayed. Outmatched. After our humiliating defeat at Cyanide, Alastair left us shamed and shattered. We lost. But with our resources at a desperate low, new players making dangerous moves, and my brutes on the offense, I know I need to change the game. The last time I tried my hand, I made mistakes that nearly cost us everything—but I’m not the same hesitant little pawn I once was, and I’m not hiding behind my fear anymore. This time, it’s my board. The Sinners and the Reapers are in position. The queen and her kings are in play. But we need a better strategy—because if we can’t become the family Jasper always promised me we could be, then we might lose more than just our home at Bristlebrook. We might lose our chance at forever as well . . .

These men killed mine, and for that, they have to die Bristlebrook is up in smoke, my brutes are dead, and Sam’s camp is a powder keg begging for a flame. Injured and furious over their losses, the surviving hunters are preoccupied with their own problems. Their factions and allegiances. Their internal wars and pissing contests. The new world they want to forge. They don’t look twice at their meek little captive. They shattered my heart five ways when they killed my brutes, so I don’t care anymore. If I’m to stop the villains, I need to become one. I need to be smart. I need to be ruthless. Even if it means razing myself to the ground to do it . . . We’re bringing her home, or we’re not coming home They took our librarian from right under our noses—and with Lucky injured, Bristlebrook in flames, and our personal problems finally spilling over, we’re fracturing. But we need to be better. Bringing Eden home is the most important mission of our lives. Followed closely by the second most important . . . building her a home worth returning to. ***The Brutes of Bristlebrook is a dark(ish) post-apocalyptic, steamy romance series, and Eden will end up with three or more love interests after I’ve appropriately obliterated my readers’ nerves. Expect complex characters, 1st person present tense, multiple POVs, MM in the harem, angst, lots of laughs, and to encounter material that some readers may find sensitive. This book is a big boy at over 180k words and deals with a lot of heavy content. I promise it gets brighter as it goes on (you know... mostly). Please see my website for TWs - your mental health matters.

Morally grey? Try pitch black so dark they nicknamed him The Reaper.Axel Hawthorne—Axe, is more monster than man. A bloodthirsty assassin with no mercy, no heart, no soul.The nightmare lurking in the underworld my father commands. No one escapes his wrath.And now? I'm his.Trapped in his sick game of revenge.There's no escape. No hope.The Sovereign—a secret society of assassins driven by power, greed, and bloodshed—are the shadows in broad daylight, striking when you least expect it.I was born to serve them. My father's legacy is my burden.Now, his filthy greed has bound me to the deadliest Sovereign of all—The Reaper.The Sovereign owns my existence—my body, my life. But now...he's coming for my soul.This book contains numerous dark themes and scenes that some readers may find distressing or disturbing. Please read the content considerations before continuing, found at the authors www.saigeparker.com

These men killed mine, and for that, they have to die Bristlebrook is up in smoke, my brutes are dead, and Sam’s camp is a powder keg begging for a flame. Injured and furious over their losses, the surviving hunters are preoccupied with their own problems. Their factions and allegiances. Their internal wars and pissing contests. The new world they want to forge. They don’t look twice at their meek little captive. They shattered my heart five ways when they killed my brutes, so I don’t care anymore. If I’m to stop the villains, I need to become one. I need to be smart. I need to be ruthless. Even if it means razing myself to the ground to do it . . . We’re bringing her home, or we’re not coming home They took our librarian from right under our noses—and with Lucky injured, Bristlebrook in flames, and our personal problems finally spilling over, we’re fracturing. But we need to be better. Bringing Eden home is the most important mission of our lives. Followed closely by the second most important . . . building her a home worth returning to. ***The Brutes of Bristlebrook is a dark(ish) post-apocalyptic, steamy romance series, and Eden will end up with three or more love interests after I’ve appropriately obliterated my readers’ nerves. Expect complex characters, 1st person present tense, multiple POVs, MM in the harem, angst, lots of laughs, and to encounter material that some readers may find sensitive. This book is a big boy at over 180k words and deals with a lot of heavy content. I promise it gets brighter as it goes on (you know... mostly). Please see my website for TWs - your mental health matters.

Former star player Tate Ward has become easily the best coach in professional hockey, leading the Vancouver Storm team to victory. Everyone is in love with the handsome, authoritative single dad—except Jordan Hathaway, the newest staff member on the Vancouver Storm team. Jordan was more than comfortable behind her bar at the team’s favorite watering hole. When her father threatens to sell the team, though, she’s forced to put her grievances aside and work with the man who likes everyone but her—: Coach Tate Ward. But beneath his controlled exterior, Tate is funny, encouraging, and protective. He moves Jordan into his guest house, trusts her with his daughter, and fires the person who made her cry. He’s her boss, and a relationship would ruin both their careers, but Jordan still finds herself dreaming of a life with Tate. As the lines between them blur and Jordan encourages him to be selfish, Tate realizes what he wants . . . is her.

Former star player Tate Ward has become easily the best coach in professional hockey, leading the Vancouver Storm team to victory. Everyone is in love with the handsome, authoritative single dad—except Jordan Hathaway, the newest staff member on the Vancouver Storm team. Jordan was more than comfortable behind her bar at the team’s favorite watering hole. When her father threatens to sell the team, though, she’s forced to put her grievances aside and work with the man who likes everyone but her—: Coach Tate Ward. But beneath his controlled exterior, Tate is funny, encouraging, and protective. He moves Jordan into his guest house, trusts her with his daughter, and fires the person who made her cry. He’s her boss, and a relationship would ruin both their careers, but Jordan still finds herself dreaming of a life with Tate. As the lines between them blur and Jordan encourages him to be selfish, Tate realizes what he wants . . . is her.

Sebastian Rousseau is a grumpy, hot as hell fire pilot who is too damn good with his hands. It’s the perfect combination. But unfortunately for me, he’s also my ex-boyfriend’s dad. A chance meeting brought us together and a missed connection has kept us apart. One year later, a stroke of fate has us living under the same roof—which makes everything between us downright messy. Because even after all this time, he’s still the man I think about when I fall asleep. The one I can’t get over no matter how hard I try. He’s working on mending a fragile relationship with his son and we both know acting on these urges would be the ultimate betrayal. But I see the heat in his eyes. That look of need that never fails to send a shiver down my spine. The mutual longing is borderline unbearable and the simmering heat between us is downright palpable. We both know there are rules when it comes to situations like this. But then again…following the rules never has been my strong suit.

Sebastian Rousseau is a grumpy, hot as hell fire pilot who is too damn good with his hands. It’s the perfect combination. But unfortunately for me, he’s also my ex-boyfriend’s dad. A chance meeting brought us together and a missed connection has kept us apart. One year later, a stroke of fate has us living under the same roof—which makes everything between us downright messy. Because even after all this time, he’s still the man I think about when I fall asleep. The one I can’t get over no matter how hard I try. He’s working on mending a fragile relationship with his son and we both know acting on these urges would be the ultimate betrayal. But I see the heat in his eyes. That look of need that never fails to send a shiver down my spine. The mutual longing is borderline unbearable and the simmering heat between us is downright palpable. We both know there are rules when it comes to situations like this. But then again…following the rules never has been my strong suit.

Power is awakening. Love is a liability. And the fate of the world rests in the hands of a grieving girl who never asked to be chosen. Still reeling from the deaths of her father and brother, Ary Gold survives only by sheer will in the icy wilds of the North. But when friends arrive with stories of long-lost magic and a power buried in her newly discovered royal blood, Ary is thrust into a fate far larger than her sorrow. The realm of Nyrida is under threat. An ancient shadow wielder is determined to claim Ary’s power and plunge the world into corrupted darkness. To stop him, Ary must marry the commander she’s been promised to—a man whose army could help them win the war—and train to fight alongside him. But her fiercest challenge may not be on the battlefield. Assigned to shape her into a warrior is a man cloaked in violence and secrets. Cold, commanding, and maddeningly unreadable, he isn’t her betrothed… but he may be her undoing. As sparks fly and loyalties are tested, Ary must decide whether to follow the path laid out for her—or risk everything for a love as wild and dangerous as the power awakening inside her.

I signed a document without reading the fine print and got tricked into a jailhouse wedding. I thought I was signing a waiver to attend a dance with a randomly assigned inmate as part of a new outreach program at the prison where my mom met my dad. I accidentally signed a marriage license instead. Thanks to Mom’s trick and her hankering for a grandbaby, I’m now legally responsible for housing and feeding the scariest, bossiest man I’ve ever met for the next three years. But a baby and happily ever after with the brutally handsome felon fourteen years my senior are not in my plans. Nor are they in his. So we’ll grin and bear it as nothing more than reluctant roommates, and then we’ll go our separate ways…right? Accidentally Marrying the Prisoner is a deliciously over-the-top, spicy age-gap romance about a grumpy ex-con who’s ready to move on with his life, his introverted stranger-turned-involuntary wife, and their happy little accidents.

I signed a document without reading the fine print and got tricked into a jailhouse wedding. I thought I was signing a waiver to attend a dance with a randomly assigned inmate as part of a new outreach program at the prison where my mom met my dad. I accidentally signed a marriage license instead. Thanks to Mom’s trick and her hankering for a grandbaby, I’m now legally responsible for housing and feeding the scariest, bossiest man I’ve ever met for the next three years. But a baby and happily ever after with the brutally handsome felon fourteen years my senior are not in my plans. Nor are they in his. So we’ll grin and bear it as nothing more than reluctant roommates, and then we’ll go our separate ways…right? Accidentally Marrying the Prisoner is a deliciously over-the-top, spicy age-gap romance about a grumpy ex-con who’s ready to move on with his life, his introverted stranger-turned-involuntary wife, and their happy little accidents.

We made a deal with the devil many years ago and sentenced ourselves to a life of hookups and casual sex. It’s not safe for us to bring a woman into our lives, and until recently it was enough. But then we met her. Our Angel. On the outside Leighton’s a good girl forced to live a life as a pawn in a game she didn’t choose to play. But on the inside? On the inside she’s the missing piece of our puzzle. There’s a million reasons we shouldn’t want her. We’re eighteen years her senior. She’s the police commissioners daughter. We work with the most infamous criminals in the city. She’s too innocent for our proclivities. But none of that matters, because the moment she stepped foot through the door of The Scarlet Lounge, she became ours. When our worlds collide, can we keep her safe? Or will we lose her to the people who vowed to protect her? Content Warning: This book contains violence, elements of BDSM, domestic violence, kidnapping, attempted SA and other themes which readers may find distressing. Reader’s discretion should be applied.

A provocative tale of a club designed for wealthy sinners. It’s a story crafted for those of us who crave the villain. I'd have chosen her above all else... if only I could go back. Even if it meant I never got to kiss her, to love her, to be consumed by the woman she is and the love she gave me. She deserves more than this... She deserves more than this dangerous life I lead. She was never supposed to be involved. She was mine to lust after, to have in the darkest hours of the night, to love in secret even. The only truth I know now is that it's all my fault and it's all too late. This can't be how our story ends. She has no idea how much I love her and I could never live with myself if anything happens to her. I'll burn the world down if that's what it takes. I'm never letting her go. Only for Him is the dark romance collection of all three books for this couple and their happily ever after. It is the complete Shame on You Series which includes Tease Me Once, I'll Kiss You Twice and Then You're Mine.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel—The Vipers. They run this town and everyone in it. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant. These men, they look at me with longing. Their scarred, blood-stained hands holding me tight. They want everything I am, everything I have to give, and won’t stop until they get just that. They can own my body, but they will never have my heart. The Vipers? I’m going to make them regret the day they took me. This girl? She bites too. 18+ Reverse Harem Romance. Warning this book contains scenes and references of abuse/assault that some readers may find triggering. Along with graphic sex scenes and violence. This is a dark book.

Miguel My life has always revolved around three things. Brotherhood, violence, and women. As a member of Los Diablos MC, blood follows me wherever I go. As the Vice President, it’s my job to keep a level head and make sure everything goes according to plan. Being a single father to a five year old I’ve never met was never a part of the plan. Balancing a life of crime and caring for a child I’m getting to know isn’t easy, but I’ll do everything it takes to be the father Zeke deserves. I’ll take everything life throws at me and more, but the one thing I never expected was the wrath of my son’s fearsome, beautiful teacher. Or the almost desperate desire to claim her as mine. Lorena I’ve always prided myself on one don’t get involved with my students’ parents. Something that should have been fairly easy to accomplish changes with the arrival of my adorable new student and his sexy biker father. The man is infuriating, clueless, and too flirtatious for his own good. I should have followed my own rule. But Miguel paints a promise of seduction and danger that’s hard to ignore. And when my life is threatened by their vicious rivals, I find myself swept up in the violent world of Los Diablos, fearing not only for my life, but for my heart.

I never meant to build a life among the dead—but it was the one thing that made sense. The work was quiet, methodical. It gave me space to breathe. To keep things simple. Then Patrick Dalton walked through the door. Warm, charming, gentle, devastatingly perfect. He made my chest ache, even when I tried to keep him at arm’s length. And he made me want more. And for a while, I let myself believe I could have that. But life has a way of shifting itself. And the things we think we’ve buried don’t always stay gone.