There's off-limits... and then there's your psychiatrist. They call this place Oasis, and he's the doctor in charge. He thinks he can save me. Heal me. Catch me if I fall... Yeah, right. Dr. Leo Chastain is a mouthwatering distraction. For that reason alone, I'm inclined to play his game. He doesn't know I'm incapable of emotions that come naturally to others. Fear, compassion, love...I might be a sociopath. I warned him my kind of broken can't be fixed. That the harder he pushes, the harder I'll push back until he's broken, too. I warned him.

Willow Taylor lives in a castle with large walls and iron fences. But this is no ordinary castle. It’s called Heartstone Psychiatric Hospital and it houses forty other patients. It has nurses with mean faces and techs with permanent frowns. It has a man, as well. A man who is cold and distant. Whose voice drips with authority. And whose piercing gray eyes hide secrets, and maybe linger on her face a second too long. Willow isn’t supposed to look deep into those eyes. She isn’t supposed to try to read his tightly-leashed emotions. Neither is she supposed to touch herself at night, imagining his powerful voice and that cold but beautiful face. No, Willow Taylor shouldn’t be attracted to Simon Blackwood at all. Because she’s a patient and he’s her doctor. Her psychiatrist. The medicine man.

Stacey Sinclair's mother died in a gruesome car accident six years ago, and now everybody thinks she is finally losing it. Surely a few crazy actions on her part don't justify her seeing a shrink for months on end? For a psychologist, Dr Ivo Linder is too decent, too caring, and too handsome to get a glimpse of what really goes on in her head. Stacey's unforeseen feelings towards him make her retaliate — she taunts him, never expecting to fall with him into forbidden lust. As their attraction intensifies, the old adage stands: it doesn't matter as long as nobody finds out. But someone always finds out and when they do, will Stacey and Ivo risk everything to give their love a chance?

He challenged her sanity. She shattered his reality. They dared each other...to the brink of madness. A dark and twisted maze awaits criminal psychologist London Noble when she falls for her patient, convicted serial killer, Grayson Pierce Sullivan. As she unravels the traps, her sanity tested with each game, she's forced to acknowledge the true evil in the world around her. Born, Madly. Duet: a performance by two. But who is acting, and who is devolving? A buried past is unearthed, and Grayson Sullivan--AKA The Angel of Maine--retaliates against the system who made him, deploying psychological warfare on the woman who initially set him free. Dr. London Noble probes deep into the mind of the killer she's fallen for, searching for answers, as a copycat killer threatens their unity. Are they partners, lovers, or enemies? One final trap will reveal all.

I am not okay. Fifteen months ago, my life was turned upside down when the plane I was piloting went down. Injured and trapped in the wreckage, I had to watch my fiancée die a painfully slow death, which is something that can really mess with your head. Since that day, I’ve had little desire to do much of anything. Except play hockey, that is. Because that is the one place where the bad memories are banished and I can escape my pain. But off the ice, I’m spiraling out of control. Losing the grip on my life and putting myself and my career in danger. Now, thanks to a string of bad decisions, I’ve been ordered to complete therapy in order to stay on the team. The problem? Nora Wayne, my beautiful and somewhat unconventional therapist. I can’t buy into the brand of happy clappy crap this woman is feeding me. What could she possibly understand about the type of loss that I’ve suffered? How does she know anything about finding happiness after losing the most important person in your life? Turns out, I’ve got a lot to learn, and she’s just the person I need to break through those walls I’ve erected. I am not okay. But for the first time in a long time, I know that I will be.

Everything about Fiona is forbidden. She's a party girl with dark desires. She's beautiful, irresponsible, irresistible.
She's my patient. A submissive. Already owned. I'm her therapist. I'm past wanting her. Past possessing her. Past bedding her or protecting her. I'm willing to be self-destructive, negligent, brave, audacious, and stronger than I ever believed possible. She's blunt force trauma to the heart. And she calls another man Master.

Everyone thinks Helen Grey is mad but, despite ten years imprisoned in a crumbling Yorkshire asylum, she’s managed to cling to sanity. When a new doctor arrives, she sees an opportunity. William Carter may seem like an honorable man but she's sure he'll prove easy to seduce…and trick into helping her escape. Will would never bed a patient, no matter how tempting she might be. But once he realises Helen's been imprisoned for no good reason, he's determined to save her. They need to work together but freeing her won’t be easy, not when her mysterious benefactor is determined to keep her locked up and hidden from society forever. When Helen is entangled in her own trap and begins to fall for Will too, she must fight not only for her liberty but for her right to love.

He was supposed to be a weekend fling, not her high school guidance counselor. When free-spirited, eighteen-year-old Henna Lane meets Bodhi at a music festival, they fall hard and fast. However, Bodhi is forced to leave without a goodbye, and Henna thinks she’ll never get over him. Until—she meets Mr. Bodhi Malone on her first day of school. Their forbidden love makes them reckless, and their secret is discovered. Bodhi could lose the job he needs to care for his sick father. So Henna makes the heartbreaking decision to drop out of school, put distance between them, and chase her dreams of being a nomad. But when she returns, everything has changed, and Henna’s forced to make the hardest decision of her life. When she does, will Bodhi forgive her?

Some people exist in the blessed light of day, but I'm not one of those people. I exist in the bleak grey of a post-twilight world, where the warmth is sucked from the air and the weightless shadows come out to play. I wasn’t always like this, but a year ago something terrible happened, and now I have a darkness inside me. A demon. It shadows my steps, growing closer every day, its grip around my neck tightening. Maybe the demon is him. Nicholai Fell. He exists in the horrible darkness of a moonless night. Quiet. Full of mystery. Completely unreachable. He might be in the profession of saving people, but it isn’t going to work this time. Not even when he breaks his own rules, or when he chases me, or when he threatens to break me. Because maybe … Just maybe ... My demon is me.

A buttoned-up counsellor. A hot ex-con with secrets. One session that changes everything. It was supposed to be simple: Let Jace Riggs walk into my counseling office, tell me how he’s adjusting to post-prison life, and let him walk out again. But the first thing I've learned is that nothing is simple with Jace. He’s tall, muscled, bearded and tatted. He’s smarter than anyone else in the room and ten times more guarded. He’s hiding things that would break any other man to pieces. He’s a loner, a bad boy, and an infamous Riggs brother from the wrong side of the tracks. He’s a hundred kinds of wrong for me. And even when I’m not his counsellor anymore, I still want to break down his defenses. Jace has never trusted anyone - until me. He says I’m the only woman he wants close to him. The only woman he’s wanted in his bed - ever. And when he looks at me with that look of white-hot fire, I believe everything he says. My own secrets could get Jace sent back to prison - or get him killed. And he doesn’t care. We had so little time. We might not have until morning. But with the fire ignited between Jace and me, forever wouldn’t be long enough…