I am a cliche. Sadly, the trite sort that no twenty-eight year old professional woman aspires to be. Engaged to a suitable-read boring- man because I’m nearly thirty and marriage with baby carriages is the next step, I’ve resigned myself to a bland existence. Until I catch him on his knees for the wife of our employer the night of our rehearsal dinner. See? Cliche.

Stumbling into the elevator, tears of fury blinding me, I manage to select a floor leading to the one place in all of Seattle where even a cliche like myself can escape her banal existence. With a debit card loaded with honeymoon funds and a reckless desire to feel something, I join Club Sin.

Do I have a clue what kinds of things happen in the themed rooms? No. I sure don’t. I’ve been as vanilla as it gets my whole life. I browse the list of rooms, feeling like a kid in a candy store filled with fancy confectionaries. With no partner in sight and a need to forget myself for a night, I let the bartender select a room for me. Room one hundred and twenty-five she says. She’s got a good feeling about it.

With nothing to lose and no reason to say no, I take the key card she offers and read the label on the slim plastic. Room 125: All Access.

Well alright then.

I'll do almost anything for my best friend. Of course, I would. She completely owns my heart, even if she's oblivious to it. She must be or she wouldn't put a guy through this much torture.

Since she took over the Diddled Fiddle, I've stood by her side, ready to leap in and help with anything she needs. So when a plumbing emergency threatens to flood the speed dating event she organized, she doesn't hesitate to call me. And I come running, just like the dutiful best friend/hopelessly devoted idiot I am.

Did I say she tortured me? I didn't know torture.

When we're both soaked to the skin by the busted pipe, I see the parts of her that have filled my fantasies until now. Parts of her I want to explore, but can't because I'm friend zoned.

Yeah… Let the actual torture begin.

The choice to sacrifice two years of my life to be a surrogate for my twin brother and his partner was no real hardship, especially when my life had no real direction at the time. But now that Marley's turning one and my life no longer needs to revolve around breastfeeding her, my duties as a surrogate and bottle-replacement-human are drawing to an end.

I'm single and ready to mingle, but rejoining the land of single females searching the bar scene for Mr. Right doesn't hold the appeal it used to.

However… there is one place that is appealing.

Club Sin.

What better playground is there for a newly unencumbered milkmaid like myself to rediscover what it's like to be the object of men's desires than Club Sin?

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You've explored Club Sin: New York, Club Sin: Chicago, and Club Sin: New Orleans. Now visit Club Sin: Seattle for two more play sessions.

Fantasies are meant to come true and the men of Club Sin: Seattle will see to your every kinky desire. This June is the first play session of the year with ten of your favorite steamy romance authors. We'll take you inside Club Sin: Seattle, a forbidden place where you'll find love and pleasure with multiple hot men in these Reverse Harem novellas. Can you handle the heat?

Ten rooms, ten fantasies…Which door will you step through?

I saw the chance to get inside the jail and hopefully get intel on the trafficking ring Ghost Born MC has been working to take down. Would never have guessed that the real access point to information would come after my release when I check in on the sister of my cellmate. He asked me to protect her and her unborn baby from her abusive ex and I agreed even before discovering the ex's ties to the very criminal network we've been hunting.

There's no way I could have known that Francesca Holt would become my obsession. My reason for living and the woman I'd burn the world down to keep safe. Once I lay eyes on her, that's exactly what happens. Now I just have to keep her safe and figure out how to claim a woman for the first time in my life. Because Frankie Holt and that baby are mine.

Holding on to my sobriety has been my top priority for the last few years. That and proving to my bandmates it was worth it to stand by me through the garbage I put them through. When I'm drugged without my consent on our final night on tour, my sobriety and safety are tested as never before.

I guess it's a lucky thing for me that our drummer brought his parents backstage for a visit that night. Huck and Ava Anders, my best friend's parents, take care of me until I'm sober. Then I find out they want to take care of me in even more ways.

Both of them. Together. For always.

This is one game he's determined to win.

Coach Deke McCree is nothing if not a master of strategy. From his career in the NFL to his job coaching on the top college teams in the country, he's known for being the kind of man who knows what he wants and who doesn't let anything stand in his way.

And what he wants now, is Windy.

From the moment the gorgeous star of his school's soccer team catches his eye, he has to have her. He's consumed with thoughts of her beneath him, crying out for Daddy as he teaches her a thing or two about pleasure.

But little Windy is keeping secrets. Dangerous secrets. And unless he can figure out what she's hiding, Deke risks losing the most important play of his life.

The play for his Little girl's heart.