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.

The nightmares find me. They steal my breath, slowly suffocating me. I’m scared. I want it to stop. He’s supposed to help me. Instead, he evokes something forbidden. I know I should run. But I can’t. I’ve made my choice. I want him. There's only one problem...He's my therapist.

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.

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.

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.

On a day like any other, Allyn Sommers went off to work, not knowing that her life was about to be irrevocably and horrifically altered. Three years later, Allyn is still a prisoner in her own home held captive by harrowing fear. Broken and damaged, Allyn seeks help from someone that fate brought her. Dr. Dominic Shriver is a psychiatrist who’s drawn to difficult cases. He must push past his own personal battles to help Allyn fight her monsters and nightmares. Is Dr. Shriver the answer to her healing? Can Allyn overcome the broken?

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.

I’m supposed to fix her, but all I want to do is break her instead…When Chastity wakes up from a drug induced haze, I’m the one there to greet her. She’s my patient, and it’s my job to help this little, broken doll, to shape her for her new life. But she needs a firm hand to keep her on the right track, and it’s becoming impossible to keep my hands off of her.

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?