OWNED: A Bad Boy Romance Box Set

Are you ready to be owned?

From bestselling bad boy romance author Ashley Hall, an exclusive box set containing three heart-stopping stories of sex, love, and violence...

OWNED BY THE MOB BOSS
Some lines are meant to be crossed – over, and over, and over again.
I knew she was desperate, and so I used her for what I needed most: an heir.
Does that make me bad? Probably. But I’ve never claimed to be a nice guy.

I want an heir to carry on the Kovalsky name. I’m the last of my family, ever since my most hated enemy murdered my parents.
When Rachel offered herself up for the job, I knew I wouldn’t regret having her sweet little body be mine for however long it took to get her pregnant.

I make her scream until she’s hoarse. I want to own her, to brand her, to fill her with my child.
But now she’s in danger of being hurt by the same man who killed my parents.
And when he takes Rachel and the baby she carries, I know I’ll do anything to protect them.

It’s time to teach the world a lesson:
Never, ever steal from the mob boss.

OWNED BY THE BODYGUARD
SHE'S STRICTLY OFF-LIMITS… WHICH IS ALL THE MORE REASON TO TAKE HER.
I know I shouldn't.
I shouldn't touch her.
Shouldn't taste her.
Shouldn't bring her to my bed and run my tongue between her legs until her eyes roll back in her head.

But rules are for cowards and cuckolds.
A man like me takes what he wants when he wants it.
And so I do it – all those things I shouldn't.
I touch her, taste her, claim her as my own.

When she claws my back and cries out my name, it makes it all worthwhile.
I knew the risk when I first crossed that line.
And I'm not scared – never have been, never will be.

But there's a damn good chance that by the time all of this is over, we'll all be murdered in cold blood:
Me, her, and the baby in her womb.

I WAS SENT TO PROTECT HER. BUT I MIGHT END UP KILLING US ALL.

OWNED BY THE BIKER
HE MADE ME PREGNANT WITH HIS BASTARD BABY.
Maybe I should have seen this coming.
If I’d thought through it even for just a second, it would have been obvious:
This was all a bad idea.

I shouldn’t have run away from my parents.
I shouldn’t have gone into that bar.
I shouldn’t have submitted to that handsome, devilish smile.

But I did.

He took me in his arms and claimed me, the first man who’d ever done so.
The princess in me should have been appalled.
But the woman in me had never felt more alive.

I writhed, I moaned, I trembled.
And through it all, he pinned me beneath him and made me suffer the bliss.
If only the story ended there, with a single night of ecstasy.

But there’s more.

It wasn’t just what he took from me – my virginity, my dignity, my sense of right and wrong.
It’s what he left me with:

A bastard baby.

Maybe I could've dealt with that on my own - someway, somehow.
But now, my parents know what happened.
And all hell is about to break loose.