Pam Godwin

A spinoff of the Frozen Fate trilogy by Pam Godwin, New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author. Wolfson Strakh fought his way to freedom, and it still isn't enough. With ink-stained fingers and his fierce Alaskan family at his side, he should feel whole. Instead, the...

He’s a notorious crime lord, a kidnapper, and an artist. Scarification is his outlet, and he just captured a new canvas. Kate refuses to surrender beneath his blade or the cruelty in his beautiful eyes. But she’s drawn to the man inside the monster....

As Father Magnus Falke, I suppress my cravings. As the headteacher of a Catholic boarding school, I’m never tempted by a student. Until her. I became a priest to control my impulses. Then I meet Tinsley Constantine. The bratty princess challenges my rules and awakens my dark nature....

His name was Joshua Carter. Now it's whatever she wants it to be. She is a Deliverer. She lures young men and delivers them to be sold. She delivers the strikes that enforce their obedience. She delivers the training that determines their purchase price....

They call me a slut. Maybe I am. Sometimes I do things I despise. Sometimes men take without asking. But I have a musical gift, only a year left of high school, and a plan. With one obstacle....

I'm the silent ache, the shadow that lingers, the present from your past, the knife in your heart. In the chilling finale of the Frozen Fate trilogy, Frankie enters a world far deadlier than the one she escaped. A sinister threat lurks in the shadows, hunting her with a dark obsession as her...

Stranded in Alaska, survival becomes paramount against starvation, hypothermia, and the dangerous predators lurking outside their isolated cabin. Sharing precious body heat with her viciously possessive men presents another challenge.

Abducted and taken to a remote cabin in Alaska, Frankie finds herself at the mercy of four feral men, each with his own dark secrets and twisted desires. With nowhere to run, she must rely on her wits to survive the harsh winter trapped with them.

The mutated hunt her. The men brutalize her...except three. Cryptic warrior, contrite lover, caring enemy: they are fiercely protective of the last living woman, but divided in their own agendas. Can they come together to protect the only hope for humanity? Evie must survive....

What began as an unstoppable explosion of passion forged into something pivotal, essential, and more....

In der Nacht, in der ich aus dem Gefängnis freikomme, liegt sie in meinem Bett. Es ist acht Jahre her, seit ich zuletzt eine Frau berührt habe, und die indianische Schönheit ist halbnackt, zerschlagen, zerschrammt und so attraktiv, dass es mich umhaut....

Ich schütze, was mir gehört. Die Ranch, meine Familie, unsere verborgenen Geheimnisse. Nichts wird mich davon abhalten, das Leben, das furchtbar schiefgelaufen ist, wiederaufzubauen....

Wir waren sechzehn in der Nacht, in der sie angegriffen wurde, während ich hilflos zusehen musste. Nie werde ich die Laute ihres Leidens vergessen. Oder meinen untröstlichen Schmerz, als sie Oklahoma verließ....

My vow of celibacy has never been broken nor tempted, not even when the plague thrust me into a lawless, brutal world. So why did God send the only surviving woman to a priest? To test me? Or to save me? Find out....

They meet by chance. The timing is wrong. Three years later, she finds him again, but their separation was poisoned with narcotics and bloodied by enslavement....

The night I’m released from prison, she’s in my bed. It’s been eight years since I touched a woman, and the Native American beauty is half-dressed, beaten, bruised, and devastatingly exquisite. We’re toxic together, but we want the same things....

I protect what’s mine. The ranch, my family, our buried secrets. Nothing will stop me from reassembling the life that went terribly wrong. Not the law. Not our enemies. Not even Maybe Quinn. The gorgeous, quarrelsome journalist shouldn’t have meddled....

I try to forget her. It’s impossible. Growing up together, Conor and I shared all our firsts. First love, first kiss, first... Not all our firsts. We were 16 the night she was violently assaulted while I helplessly watched. I’ll never forget the sounds of her suffering. Or my inconsolable...

I tried leaving, staying, refusing, and surrendering. What options do I have left? I love two men, and I do the only thing I can. I fight....

One look and I knew Cole was mine. My dark rebel in leather. My powerhouse of passion, devastating smiles, and impulsiveness....