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Ker Dukey - K. Webster - Choke ​Me
I ​had a plan. Make Ren Hayes pay. But plans don’t always turn out the way we want them to. He was found not guilty of murdering my best friend. But that doesn’t make him innocent. In my eyes, he’s guilty. Guilty of charming everyone around him into believing his innocence. Guilty of being so intoxicating I forget who he is—what he is. And guilty of awakening parts of me I never knew existed before his touch. I know eventually, I’ll succumb. His allure beckons me. Keeping me on the edge of madness between lust and hate. In the end, it’s me who’s guilty. Guilty of allowing him to take my breath away.

Ker Dukey - K. Webster - Play ​Me
From ​international bestselling authors, Ker Dukey and K Webster comes a fast-paced, dark, hot, instalove standalone lunchtime read from their KKinky Reads collection! I meet many women in my line of work. Play many roles and create elaborate scenes specific to satisfying their darkest desires. Making fantasy a reality is what I do. And I do it well. But nothing could have prepared me for her. Timid, beautiful, broken Quinn Washington. She came to me with a specific fantasy. One that needed extreme caution. Dangerous and forbidden. Indulging in fantasies can heal you from the darkness of reality. As I stripped back her layers, I found more than either of us bargained for. She wants something only I can give. And there’s no way in hell I’ll deny her of it. This is a steamy but dark, kinky romance! A perfect combination of dark and sexy you can devour in one sitting! You'll get a happy ending that'll make you swoon!

Ker Dukey - Devil
A ​Dark Suspense Novel, that will leave you reeling. Evi Devil. Yes, that is really my name. The irony is not lost on me. I was created from two evil souls and have the name to prove it. Devil worshipers, perverts, murderer. Is all terms used to describe the parents I refuse to remember. My mind will not allow me to. And why would I want to? One born with dirty blood running through her veins can never truly be clean from its murky hue. No matter what they try to tell me happened in my past, my mind denies me access, therefore how can I know it is true? How can I believe that is what I am born from? Glimpses of my past haunt me, the screams of terror echo in the silent darkness of my memories, trying to remind me that my Mother went from room to room butchering our family. I have learned from scars that I suffered abuse and that my Father and siblings were not my Mother’s only victims. Hearing what they tell me. Reading the words printed in the papers. None of it can prepare me for what’s to come. My biggest lesson is learning that some memories we suppress for a reason.

Ker Dukey - Dark ​Queen
He ​was my boss. Rich, ambitious, dominating. I was a waitress, struggling to pay the fees for ballet school. Poor, talented, desperate. He needed to marry to appease his dying father, to inherit the family empire. It wasn’t supposed to be real, or forever. Until he changed the rules. What Mafia king Luca Leto wants, he gets, and he’s crowned his queen. Me. I’m under his rule now. And his reign is cruel and toxic. They call him the dark king and to gain my freedom I’m going to have to become a dark queen.  #Standalone Mafia romance.

Ker Dukey - D. H. Sidebottom - Taking ​Avery
When ​a reckless act upsets the balance between two MC clubs, everyone is fair game in the war that erupts. Avery belongs to Lilith’s Army now, after being taken against her will, but she isn't just anyone, she's a Cutter's MC Princess, and they don't take kindly to people taking what's theirs. As Avery’s life starts to spiral out of control, she finds that her only hope of survival is to put her trust in the man she doesn’t trust at all. The only man that can bring destruction to not only both clubs, but also to her heart. When the fallout reaches beyond just the two clubs, the consequences bring death, devastation, and chaos for everyone. The dynamics of both clubs change forever in the wake that follows. Fate isn’t done teaching Avery that life isn’t always better with the devil you know sometimes it’s with the devil you don’t.

K. Webster - Ker Dukey - Hurt ​Me
I ​got my dream from a young age. The lead singer of one of the most popular bands in the world—Berlin Scandal. I’m a rock god. But underneath the façade of living the dream is dark secret consuming me. Angry lyrics and a brooding attitude propelled my career. Getting wasted and lashing out behind the scenes could be my downfall. I’m spiraling and don’t know how to stop the descent. Now my record label has issued me a babysitter. Blaine Mannford, a hardass detective with a dark thirst. And he’s looking at me like I can quench it. He’s not my type in more ways than one. Bossy. Forceful. Firm. A man. I don’t like cops and I don’t like him. Unfortunately, he likes it when I fight him—enjoys punishing me how he sees fit. I’m screwed up in the head, because I’m a willing player in his dirty game. I want him to hurt me.

K. Webster - Ker Dukey - Daddy ​Me
Dreams ​are supposed to be encouraged. Not mine. My brother likes to keep me on a tight leash, tethered to an unexceptional life. But when Ronan Hayes walks into our family-owned bar, he opens my cage and offers me freedom. Ronan wants to give me the world. A chance to take flight and soar. He sees something special in me, and I want nothing more than to be that for him. Special. He’s my dream maker. My shot. My hope. My everything. Ronan craves to take care of me. A protector. A confidant. A provider. A lover. He wants to daddy me. And I want to let him.

Ker Dukey - D. H. Sidebottom - Lost
We ​came from nothing and were given a second chance at life, and life was pretty good until it tipped on its axis and my world came tumbling down around me. My Baby Sister is missing… Stolen… Lost… I’ve never felt this helpless before now, the vacant hole inside me expanding with each passing second of not knowing where she is. What’s she going through? Is she hurt? Suffering? Alive? The more I learn of her disappearance the more fear implants itself inside my heart, hardening - darkening. The world is a depraved place, full of evil lurking behind normality. Behind smiles. Behind deception and facades. She needs me and I will do whatever it takes to find her. Whatever. Whatever. A dark novel, 18+

Ker Dukey - K. Webster - Pretty ​Stolen Dolls
This ​is a Dark title with adult themes From Bestselling Authors Ker Dukey & K Webster comes, Pretty Stolen Dolls. Benny loves his pretty little dolls. As long as they do exactly as they're told. He keeps them perfect by brushing their hair and gives them pretty dresses to wear. He likes to toy with them late at night. One so timid but the other likes to fight. When his favorite doll runs away... despite the other doll promising to stay, his heart becomes broken and he can't help but cry. He wants her back home or his pretty little doll must die. Have you ever had to make a decision that haunts you every single day for the rest of your life…the life you stole back? I have. I ran for my survival, rocks and twigs cutting into the soles of my feet, my lungs burning and screaming for rest, every muscle tensed and fighting along with me for existence. I left her. I ran, ran, ran—from Benny and his lone, pretty little doll—until I couldn’t remember where to find them again. I’m sorry.

Ker Dukey - K. Webster - Watch ​Me
I ​like to watch. It’s a compulsion I can’t stop. Now, my desire is centered around one woman. My obsession borders on stalking, but the glass wall keeps me in check. She can’t see my face, yet she dances in an intensely erotic and intimate way that feels designed just for me. She likes when I watch her. But things are about to change when she waltzes out of that room and into my tattoo parlor, turning my world completely upside down. There’s no glass wall this time.

Ker Dukey - K. Webster - Pretty ​New Doll
18 ​only. To enjoy this title you should have first read Pretty Stolen Dolls & Pretty Lost dolls. FROM THE BESTSELLING SERIES, PRETTY LITTLE DOLLS, COMES PRETTY NEW DOLL. BENNY HAS RETURNED! Benny, broken, hurting, and alone Lost his dolly, his love, his home. Injured and searching, reborn anew, He finds himself befriended by one who’s true. Learning about the world, urges, and lust. Finding a new future, a new dolly, is a must. Then out of old pain, fresh prospects come to life, Benny’s sick mind summons him, so his hand takes the knife. Have you ever been so lost that you became a shadow? Lurking but not living. Existing in the background where no one notices you. My doll betrayed me, killed me in more ways than she realized. I'm watching, waiting, wanting. One day soon she’ll give me back what she took away… it’s funny how life works that way.

Ker Dukey - Lines ​Drawn
One ​phone call. One secret. One moment changed us all. Everything is different now and learning to survive all over again comes with a price. Deception, heartbreak, and sorrow implode the relationships that were once strong. The lines are drawn, who will cross it?

Ker Dukey - Lust
I ​was born with wealth, athletic ability, and looks that could melt the panties off a nun. I had a clear path to success. Until fate dealt me a cruel blow, leaving me empty and in need of purpose. My only focus now is to become part of The Elite—a secret society in one of the most prestigious colleges in the world. But everything comes at a price, and with The Elite, you have to earn your place. Lucky for me, being sinful is in my DNA. The only obstacle to full initiation is my task: seduce the un-seducible, the forbidden, and lure her with the sins of the flesh. Easy for a man like me…in theory. She started as my task, but what happens when the lines between lust and love blur, and the need for power rages war with the need for her? Accept your sin wisely, for the tasks given to earn your place are not for the weak—they’re for The Elite. This is my life, my chance, my legacy. I am Rhett Masters. I am Lust.

Ker Dukey - Ten
Ten ​years old I fell in love. Ten years was the price of that love. Ten years later our world's re-collide. My brother, Jonah, was possessive when it came to the things he owned. This unfortunately included the people in his life. The forbidden love between his best friend and me was just that... forbidden. Our families were from different walks of life, and as a sheriff's daughter, being with a Moore's kid would never be tolerated. To my parents, their son and Dalton Moore were on different paths, and their friendship would end as soon as college began, but it was my brother who had a craving for trouble. He was always looking for danger, committing petty crimes and getting away with it because Dalton would take the fall, blackening his already stained name. When Jonah found out we broke the rules by loving each other, his actions impacted us all causing immeasurable suffering. Betrayal comes with a debt, and it would be paid by all of us. One with their heart, one with their mind, and one would pay in blood.

Ker Dukey - K. Webster - Vas
The ​Volkov name is one I longed for. Their household is one I grew up in, but not as an equal—as a maid’s son. This didn’t stop me from becoming a man to be reckoned with. But even with my rightful name finally given to me, I still feel adrift. Until her. Everything I did was for acceptance. Everything I lost brought me to my family. To this life. To her. I fought for my status. I fought for my sisters. And I will fight to the death for my angel. She has shown me there is light in our pitch-black world. That the stars can’t shine without the darkness of night. She is the stars, and I am the sky in which she shines. There is evil lurking in the shadows we create. The corruption and depravities of the First Families have become toxic and are infecting us all from within. Games have been played, and now, they must end. I am Vas. Vocal. Voracious. Vindictive. Volkov. A devil in love with an angel, and together, we’re going to rule Hell on Earth.

Ker Dukey - Six
I ​grew up in the foster system and bounced around from place to place. I know what you’re thinking. Bad things happened to me and fucked me up? Don’t feel bad for me. I didn’t know a privileged life, therefore I didn’t miss one. I was what I was and I made it work. I actually had a few good homes in my lifetime, met some good people, but that’s not what my story’s about. It’s not a Romeo and Juliet saga either, even if our stories do revolve around a similar basis. I knew a real love, a rare love, a love between two people that were never supposed to fall in love. Rival gang members are never allowed to fall in love and it cost us everything. The things I learned growing up the way I did is this: Love is deadly and often not real. People come and go and only the rare few stick around when shit gets tough. I learned the hard way what lurks behind false smiles, and that deceitful truths get whispered in sexual moans. I was taught that dark souls are not born but created, and you can avoid them, hide from them or learn and become them. Revenge sculpted and molded me into the darkest of souls, and with my wrath comes agony and torment more severe than hell itself. I took out six of the men who hurt my woman and I will be coming for the rest. Get in my way and I’ll come for you too.

Ker Dukey - K. Webster - Ven
The ​Vetrov name comes with expectation. My role in this world is simple: do as Father asks and live my life how he planned it. My future is already written: run the empire. Old Values. Old Rule. Old Money. Until her. Everything I do lacks purpose. Everything I do is empty. Women. Money. Power. It meant nothing. Until her. When the Volkov rose showed up at my home a disgraced package, hand-delivered by a Vasiliev prince, I began paving my own path. I vowed to make her bloom once more. She consumed me. Her. Her. Her. But you can’t love a rose and expect not to be damaged by her thorns. She cut me too deep. And I bled out. My soul fled. All that’s left is a cold, calculating monster. I am Veniamin. Volcanic. Victorious. Valiant. Vetrov. When you enter my world to play games, prepare to lose. In the end, I always find the thorn in my side, and I pluck it right out.

Ker Dukey - D. H. Sidebottom - Finding ​Rhiannon
When ​you live your life for Brotherhood, the betrayal of your flesh and blood brother is even more devastating. While the fate of the Lilith’s Army princesses relies on that of a traitor, emotions are triggered, and secrets kept locked away spill free, adding fuel to an already raging fire. No one is safe with enemies hiding in every dark corner, waiting to pounce. Who will survive the chaos as everything comes to a head? Leaving a trail of broken hearts, blood, and carnage its wake.

Ker Dukey - K. Webster - Share ​Me
From ​international bestselling authors, Ker Dukey and K Webster comes a steamy standalone story from their KKinky Reads collection! They have one job. Keep me safe. But none of us are safe against the allure we have when we're together. Control and professionalism used to be something they prided themselves on. But now that we're secluded and alone, lines blur and control quickly loses to need. Someone is trying to snuff out my life, but they may not get the chance if I’m devoured whole by my saviors first. This is a fiery-hot mfmmm romance sure to make you self-combust! A perfect combination of sweet and sexy with a smidgen of suspense! You'll get a happy ending that'll make you swoon!

Ker Dukey - K. Webster - Pretty ​Lost Dolls
Benny ​had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick. Just like him, his dolly needed darkness as a fix, fix, fix. So they tormented and hunted and played tricks, tricks, tricks. Together their sins a lethal mix, mix, mix. Until Benny missed his dolly who was lost, lost, lost. He needed to find her and love her at any cost, cost, cost. Not wanting him and his dolly to be alone, lone, lone. He made plans to bring his dirty dolly, home, home, home. Have you ever touched another’s soul with the essence of your own, breathed them in so they become apart of you? I have. Finally starting to live, feel and fall in love, amongst all the chaos surrounding me. Dropping my guard and letting another into my heart. I left my soul open. I left my heart open. I left the door open. And he stole me. Dillon…I’m sorry.

Ker Dukey - K. Webster - Pretty ​Broken Dolls - Tönkretett babácskák
Árulás ​és düh: nagy, gennyes seb. Ki lesz a győztes? Mester vagy Szörnyeteg? Sérülten, megtörve, de megoldásért kiált: Visszahozni mindenáron az egyetlen jó babát. Nem megbocsájtható se hűtlenség, se kudarc: A Szörnyeteg bosszúra éhes: ha harc, hát legyen harc. A mi Mesterünk csak gyengédségre éhezett: A tönkretett babák nem kerülhetik el a végzetet. A vihar közeleg, mindjárt ránk zúdul a káosz: A két nagy játékos épp most veszi be a várost. Ki éli túl vajon? Ki nyeri díjként a kedvesét? És kiből lesz végül mindössze járulékos veszteség? A rajongásig szeretett vagy gyűlölt Csinos játék babák-sorozat utolsó kötete. Hagyd, hogy megőrjítsen!

Ker Dukey - K. Webster - Pretty ​Lost Dolls - Elveszett babácskák
Ragadtad ​már meg más lelkét valaha a saját lényeddel, magadba szívva őt, hogy a részeddé váljon? Én igen. Végre elkezdtem élni, érezni és szerelembe esni – ebben a nagy káoszban, ami körülvesz. Kibújtam a védőpáncélomból, és beengedtem valakit a szívembe. Nyitva hagytam a lelkemet. Nyitva hagytam a szívemet. Nyitva hagytam az ajtót. Ő pedig elrabolt. Dillon… sajnálom. _Bennynek volt egy beteg babácskája, hajjajaj._ _Aki pont úgy vágyott a sötétségre, mint ő maga, hajjajaj._ _Úgyhogy közösen gyötörtek, vadásztak, játszadoztak, hajjajaj._ _Bűneik halálos eleggyé összeálltak, ajjajaj._ _Ám Bennynek hiányozni kezdett az elveszett babája, hajjajaj._ _Bármi áron meg kellett találnia, hogy szerethesse, hajjajaj._ _Nem akart kettesben maradni a beteg babájával, hajjajaj._ _Terveket szőtt, hogy hazahozza a mocskos babácskáját, ajjajaj._ Egy különleges szerzőpáros páratlanul sötét kötete. Csak erős lelkeknek!

Ker Dukey - Drawn ​to You
Antonia ​McNally has a great family, a great boyfriend, and a great future… until she finds herself interrupting a robbery and becoming the victim of a ruthless criminal. When she witnesses brutal murder, abuse and suffers her own traumatizing assault by his hand, her life changes forever. When love, loyalty, and strength are tested, the weak falter. Moving away to the States offers her a fresh start; however, confident, successful Finlay Hayes, her best friend’s Brother adds even more chaos to her already turbulent emotions. When she can’t decide between ripping him a new one or ripping his clothes off, one thing is for sure, they both have an unquenchable craving for each other. When life starts looking a little brighter it’s not long before the storm clouds roll in. All is never what it appears and under his good looks and in charge attitude, Finlay has a past of his own and secrets that can destroy the dynamics of the friendships she has built. Secrets are waiting to be spilled, but at what cost?

Ker Dukey - K. Webster - Vlad
The ​Vasiliev name is a powerful one. We rule with an iron fist and we do it well. Being the eldest, I am Father’s best hope at keeping us at the top of the food chain. Everything I do has purpose. Everything I do has reason. Until her. I play my games thinking several moves ahead. Power. Power. Power. Until her. The next move requires I marry and soon. This will strengthen us and secure our position. But I am not to marry her. I am to wed the eldest Volkov. Problem is, her younger sister is the one who awakens my dead heart. It is her I want in my bed and by my side forever. Her. Her. Her. In this game, though, it’s not about what I want. But maybe it can be about what she wants. I am Vlad. Vile. Vicious. Villainous. Vasiliev. And I will win eventually.

Ker Dukey - Stalk ​Her
Ever ​get that feeling you’re being watched? You probably are. Her sad eyes. Her thick lips. Her long dark hair. Her quickening of breath. Her hurried footsteps. Her undiluted fear. The anxiety a woman has when she knows she’s being followed does something to the sadistic animal inside me. We all have issues, mine just run a little deeper than most. My sister and I had a childhood tarnished by an abusive parent. We grew up two very different breeds of our mother’s creation. Then I discover the beautiful, yet broken, Alice Young. She’s seeking advice, a place to unburden her thoughts. What she gets is a dangerous, callous predator who wants to quench his thirst with her tears. My precious, Alice, feels so alone, but she’s not alone. I’m watching her. I feed on the fear of others. Alice Young may prove to be too damaged, even for my appetite.

Ker Dukey - K. Webster - Pretty ​Stolen Dolls - Ellopott babácskák
Szép ​kis babácskáit Benny nagyon szereti, Mindaddig, míg azok szót fogadnak neki. Hajukat fésüli, őket szép ruhába bújtatja, Hogy tökéletességük semmi ne sújthassa. Ha eljön az éj, velük játszadozni szeret, Egyikük félénk, de a másik harcol és fenyeget. Mikor aztán kedvence futásnak ered, Hiába ígér a másik baba szépeket, Benny szíve megtört, szeméből könny csorog, hasztalan küzd, hisz nem férfias dolog. Kedvence az övé, vissza kell kapnia vagy a másiknak meg kell lakolnia.

Ker Dukey - K. Webster - Pretty ​New Doll - Csinos új babácska
Vesztél ​már el annyira, hogy árnyékká változz? Benny szíve megtört, gyötri a magány. Elvesztette babácskáját, szerelmét, otthonát. Sérülten keresgél, s újjászületve, Barátra lel végül egy igaz emberben. Tanul a világról, vágyról, késztetésről. Kell egy új babácska neki, egy új jövő. Aztán a régi kín új képzetekkel int, S Benny beteg elméje késért kiált megint. Érezted már, hogy csak téblábolsz, de nem élsz? A háttérben létezel, ahol senki sem vesz észre. A babám elárult és megölt engem - több tekintetben, mint hitte. Figyelek, várok és vágyakozom. Hamarosan vissza fogja adni nekem, amit elvett… Vicces, hogy így működik az élet. Egy különleges szerzőpáros páratlanul sötét sorozatának várva várt folytatása. Csak az jöjjön, aki bírja…

Ker Dukey - Lost ​Boy
When ​Willis Langford, the infamous serial killer, dubbed the Hollywell Slayer, enters Lizzy West’s life, he leaves blood and pain in his wake—kidnapping his son, her best friend, Jack, and killing those who try to stop him. After witnessing unimaginable evil, the echoes of that day haunt Lizzy into adulthood. Fifteen years later, Willis is still at large. When new bodies start to pop up with the infamous Hollywell Slayer’s signature written all over them, Lizzy’s life turns upside down. Death now stalking her at every turn, Lizzy isn’t prepared for a ruggedly handsome mystery man, Clark entering her life, making her question everything she thought she knew. The intensity between them is palpable, but there’s something that isn’t adding up, and one thing Lizzy knows all too well, monsters don’t lie in wait. They hunt you out. Life is a game of survival. But who is the hunter and who is the prey?

Ker Dukey - Empathy
Blake: I ​am a brother I am a police detective I am a contract killer I don't want to love I don't want to feel I don't want ... EMPATHY. They say some people are born with decreased activity in the front central lobe causing them a deficiency in empathy. Maybe that's true about me but whether I was born this way or created in a moment of evil, empathy was something I didn't possess until her green eyes met mine in the mirror and I couldn't take her life. I didn't want to feel, didn't want this woman in my life complicating how I lived but she was there at every turn. Sent to haunt me for my sins. Her light so bright she provoked a shadow from everyone she touched. When a job turns bad quickly altering my life forever I'm forced to feel. When nothing is making sense I'm forced to face truths I never would recover from. When life drowns you in its cruelty you don't know which way the current will drag you or who you'll become once you re-surface. Melody: I was a daughter I was a student I was a victim Did I have his love? Did I make him feel? Did I have his empathy? When the actions of a soulless killer forces sorrow into my veins I never dreamed the man healing my wounds would be the one to leave the worst scar. His love would scar my soul. Scars are permanent; I will never feel the relief from them. Will I learn to live with them, remember why I have them and learn never to let him close enough to inflict more? Will I eventually cover them... like tattoos coating them with new memories, new love and new starts? I didn't know these answers because the pain was too suffocating, the only thing I knew was they will always be under the surface lingering. He had scars too, from his sins. There is nothing that can cover them, they were too deep, too ugly, too dark and they marked us both forever

Ker Dukey - K. Webster - Pretty ​Broken Dolls
Betrayal ​and rage, a festering sting. Monster vs Master. Who will be king? Damaged and desperate, a solution they must find, To bring back the dolly who is one of a kind. Disloyalty and failure will not be forgiven. Seeking revenge, the monster is driven. Hungry for his affection, our master has waited. These broken dollies lives have already been fated. The storm is upon us, the chaos raining down, Now that the big players have come to town. Who will come out breathing with their prize by their side? And who will be collateral damage along for the ride?