Men of PsySpecOps

This Scrappy Queen needs to be controlled... Ive been stalked by a guy for months who doesnt under the words: Not Interested. But once he escalates his threat by putting my coworker in the hospital, I go on the offensive to give the creep a taste of his own medicine. As a self-proclaimed control freak, I refuse to wait for him to come after me. When I sabotage his wooded torture shack, I accidentally blow up the house and the three-month long investigation belonging to the team thats been watching him. Of course, I dont know they arent his goons when they come for me, so our introduction consists of me running, cursing, kicking, and punching, only to ultimately lose the fight, but not before I give one a black eye. Weve been tracking this scumbag for three months, waiting for him to lead us to the big fishthe head of the Difallo human trafficking empire. But when a hellcat blows up our plans, literally, we scoop her up for questioning. She fights us like no woman ever has before, which unfortunately for everyone involved, only turns us on. Her curves are inviting, her tongue is wicked sharp, and her right hook is a thing of beautymaking us want to keep her mouth busy while we tether her hands high above her head. But when we realize shes the scumbags victim and not an arsonist, our protective instincts roar to life. She says shes not interested in our help, but her actions say otherwise, and although we recognize her skill, we cant leave her to take care of this on her own. Not when were already convinced she belongs with us. With her life on the line, she has to give up control to survive. When she does... Shes ours to protect, ours to fight for, ours to love.

This Wallflower Queen needs to be praised like the good girl she is. Im the good twin, the quiet one, the one who hides in the shadows. I never draw attention to myself, never cause my family concern, and most people forget I exist. My sister is my polar opposite in every way. Loud and in the spotlight, she likes to let people believe shes the bad twin, but I know better. So when Im mistaken for her, kidnapped and thrust into the spotlight, my three gorgeous rescuers, now bodyguards, are my only protection from the attention Ive avoided my entire lifeand suddenly, I want to be the bad twin. I want THEIR attention. I want THEIR touch. I want THEIR praise. We were hired to rescue and protect the twenty-two year old kidnapped daughter of a billionaire, but none of us expected to fall in love. Shes everything weve been looking for and more, but were on the job with a timid and traumatized client, and the number one rule as a bodyguard is Dont lust after the Client. Although left unstated, were pretty sure rule number two is Dont f^ck the Client. But the more time we spend together, the harder it is to ignore our feelings, especially as she becomes more dependent upon us, seeking the physical touch she never received growing up. She wants our attention and shes got it. But its more than that. Our good girl has been lonely her whole lifea quelled bird trapped in a gilded cage with no one to take care of her. We are the men to change that. And as soon as the threat on her life is dealt with, thats what we aim to do. Shes ours to protect, ours to cherish, ours to adore.

She wants her three gorgeous bosses in the dirtiest way. Shes forbidden to them, not only because shes their employee, but because shes too pure to be sullied by their darkest desires. Can one anonymous night sate their needs and fulfill her fantasies? My bosses are hot, smart, and totally unattainable. But when I glimpse them at The Access ClubNew Yorks hottest underground sex cluband hear a rumor they share their women, I come up with a plan to live out my fantasy, at least for one night. We have known each other our entire adult life. Bonded since day one of PsySpecOps training, we now own a successful private security business. We share everything, and we mean, everything. But the one thing we want to share, we cant, because our sweet girl is too pure for the things we want to do to her. We agreed to leave her alone, but when we get a mysterious invitation in the mail, each of us know were about to get what we want most in this worldher. One night wont be enough. Shes ours to unveil, ours to pleasure, ours to keep.

This brat needs to be tamed. Im the bad twin, the loud one, the one dancing on the tables while my critics condemn me. My family rarely knows where I am, much less what kind of trouble Im starting, which has left me a lonely shell that I fill with my antics. My sister is my polar opposite in every way. Quiet and in the shadowsshe has everyone convinced shes the good twin, but I know better. So, when she is kidnapped, my parents hire a security teamthree hot guys who dont find my antics cute in the slightestand suddenly, I want to be the good twin. I want their attention. I want their discipline. I want to be under their control. A billionaire hired us to secure and protect his twenty-two-year-old daughter, who is the identical twin of a high-profile kidnapping. As it turns out, our chargethe social media influencer herselfwas the intended victim. Were hundreds of miles away in a secluded cabin that is off the grid, which means our princess has no access to her phone, the internet, or her legion of social media followers. Shes bored, shes bratty, and shes begging to be put over our knees and spanked. Unfortunately, shes also everything our domineering hearts cravethe one woman who speaks to our primal need to tame her into the perfect little submissive. If this security detail only lasted a few days, we could ignore her antics and control our needsbut as the days spread into weeks and she ups the ante to include endangering herself, we can no longer avoid what is in front of us. She's ours to punish, ours to claim, ours to tame.