They’ll have their vengeance—and their pleasure, too.

Revenge is like ice cream. Best served cold, and in bed.

And nobody serves up vengeance like the villains in these stories.

Because there is no better way to exact your revenge than to make your target crave your touch. To make them beg you for their pleasure, to drive them to the brink of madness as they scream your name.

But there is a thin line between love and hate. And an even thinner line between vengeance… and obsession.

They were my father's best friends… Now they're my Daddies.

My family is desperate. My father is gone, and the money he left us to survive on is too.

And there's nothing I can do to help. Or that's what I thought, until I learned I do have one thing that might save us. Something certain men are willing to pay a small fortune to take.

My innocence.

But the men who won me aren't the only ones looking to claim my body. Someone far more dangerous has his eye on me.

And even my Daddies may not be enough to protect me from him in the end.