I’ll do anything to have him.

Even if it means destroying him.

Shepherd

My life is a carefully crafted web of lies. The world knows me as Doctor Shepherd Laskin, respected dom, psychiatrist, and professor. But underneath the fa?ade of the perfect gentleman, I’m a monster, a vigilante with a shattered psyche who hunts men who abuse their positions of power.

But I’m burnt out. Lonely. Desperate for a submissive who can withstand my darker side.

When I met Elias, the sparks were instant. We even share the same goal: taking down a dangerous cult to free my estranged sister.

But I can’t have him. He’s too good, too pure, too psychologically fragile.

I know I’ll ruin him, but what choice do I have? He knows my secret, and with the FBI breathing down my neck I have only two choices…

And Elias might not survive either outcome.

Elias

I’m used to being alone. Ever since I left that cult, I’ve gotten used to it. People just don’t seem to understand me. Hell, I don’t understand me.

But Shepherd does. From the moment we met, he’s understood me and my dark desires better than anyone. Maybe it’s because he knows what it’s like to grow up in a cult, to be alone, to be damaged.

I know the last thing I should want is more pain, but I can’t help it. I crave what he does to me, even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts.

I know he’s complicated. I know he’s dangerous. Falling for him could mean death…or worse.

But I don’t care. I want him, even the complicated, messy, deadly parts of him, and I’m willing to go through hell to prove it.

Winning his heart could cost me everything.

War is a way of life for the elves, but there is no war so bitter as a war fought between father and son. If I'm to have any chance of victory against my father, I need as many allies as I can find.

None proves as frustrating—or alluring—as Prince Elindir. My human prince has a fire in him that threatens to burn me to ash every time we're near.

And I'm determined to make him mine.

Yet, I must marry another. Without the support of the formidable Wolfheart clan, I see no path to victory, and that alliance hinges on a strategic political marriage.

If Elindir and I are discovered, I could lose the allies I desperately need—and both of us could pay with our lives.

I've sacrificed everything to have this chance at victory, and now I must make an impossible choice between my kingdom and my heart.

I will be free, even if it kills me.

As a prince of Ostovan, I had everything I wanted: the finest wine in my cup, scores of attractive knights to duel and bed, and an endless library of books. I never even saw my brother's betrayal coming.

Captured and stripped of my voice by a magical collar, I'm sold as a slave to a warband of elves. I'll stop at nothing to get both my freedom and my voice back, even if it means risking death at the hands of my captors.

And none of my elvish captors is more dangerous—or alluring—than Prince Ruith. Deceptively charming and deviously brutal in his methods, Ruith's only goal seems to be torturing me daily for his own entertainment.

The more time I'm forced to spend with him, the more I find I crave his particular brand of cruelty. Despite his treatment, I come to see Ruith as my protector…and maybe something more. There's definitely a spark between us, one that could turn into an all-consuming inferno if I'm not careful.

But he'll only ever see me as a pawn in his power games, and I can only afford to treat him like my enemy, especially if I want to get this collar off and return to Ostovan to kill my brother.

I will have my vengeance, even if it kills us both.

I'm a rabid dog that only one man can tame.

After springing me from the psych hospital, my brothers sold me to a group of assassins posing as mechanics. Forced to work in their garage, I'm biding my time, waiting for my chance to escape, this time for good. I've got people to kill.

The only thing in my way is Boone Calhoun, their charismatic leader. He likes to pretend he's untouchable, but I know his weakness. A whisper here, a fleeting touch there and I'll have him begging to please me.

Seducing my captor without falling for him should be easy, but something's wrong. I can't help but crave his touch, even as I hate him for it.

But I will have my vengeance against the people who hurt me. No one's going to stop me. Not the Laskins, not the voices in my head, and certainly not the irresistible man holding me prisoner.

When you hit the top, there's only way left to go…

Down on your bodyguard.

Dante

Life as a rockstar's not easy. I've got my vices like anyone else, but I can quit anytime I want. Unfortunately, my band mates have issued me an ultimatum: get sober in thirty days or I'm out. A month in the middle of nowhere should be just the distraction I need to get my head on straight.

Especially since my manager hired a big, British beefcake to guard me.

Now I can't focus on anything except that gorgeous scowl, those thighs that could crush my skull to powder, and did I mention his sexy accent?

Unfortunately, all he cares about is my creepy stalker fan, but that's no big deal. Right?

Church

Babysitting Dante is the worst job I've ever had. He's an undisciplined, spoiled rockstar that never bloody shuts up. I can't trust a word he says, especially when he's trying to seduce me to get what he wants.

But Dante has a way of getting under my skin like no one else. He knows just which buttons to push to make me want him, even though we both know I shouldn't.

I can't afford any distractions, not with an unhinged stalker lurking in the woods nearby. My reputation—and Dante's life—are on the line. Falling for him is the worst thing I can do, but it might already be too late.

Rock Bottom is a grumpy + sunshine, forced proximity bodyguard + rockstar MM romance, and the first book in the Junkyard Dogs Securities series, part of the Wayward Sons universe.

What are the chances of two serial killers being in the same truck at the same time?

Higher than you'd think.

Stu

Jamie was supposed to be just another victim. He's exactly my type: tall, beautiful, a body made for sin.

But he's also dangerous and unpredictable. He's got a familiar spark of darkness in him, one that calls to my own.

I want to keep him, claim him. Make him mine.

I shouldn't. In fact, I should finish him off right now before he gets any ideas about killing me.

But I can't help myself.

He's mine now, dead or alive.

Jamie

Stus a gruff, no-nonsense trucker whose work I've admired for years. Hes strong, capable, and has a body count that rivals my own. The ultimate kill for someone like me.

Hes also never going to let me go once he gets his hands on me.

I should be wary, but instead, I find myself craving his touch.

Stu does things to me that Ive never experienced before.

But I cant let myself fall for him.

He's supposed to be my victim.

Unless he gets me first…