Turns out your first order of business is dinner with a new player who just signed with the team. But he’s not just any new player. He's Dallas Connelly, Super Bowl champion. Through a series of coincidences, he was also your steamy rebound a few months ago in Hawaii. You can look, but you can't touch. Because the consequences of hooking up with one of your players would be nothing short of national scandal and complete embarrassment. Is Dallas panty-meltingly handsome with a too-cocky attitude I'd like to smack off his pretty mug? Sure.Do I have one, fine, maybe two fantasies about him sneaking into my office for a late-night kiss? Sure, I admit it. None of that matters though. Because Dallas is off-limits. To say ours is smooth, easy romance would be a lie. I never thought I would fall in love with a man like Dallas and break all of my rules. I certainly never imagined Dallas would be the exception. … or that I would be his.

    My wealth.But a weekend at the Winter Moon Lodge is exactly what I need to clear my head.And the hordes of hunky handsome guys that are coming out of the woodwork are just what the doctor ordered.But one has my attention without effort.Hunter. And this man is on the prowl.I, for one, am happy to get caught up in his net.Unfortunately, my family will never accept him.Wealth hasn’t corrupted me, but they’re a different story.If our love affair could just be a fling, all would be fine, but I can’t settle for anything less than all of him.Love or family? That is the question…

    I was on a publishing deadline for my latest book and was really looking forward to a cozy week by the fire, cuddled up in flannel pajamas with my laptop and hot chocolate. Alone. So imagine my surprise when I arrived at the cabin during a blizzard, and found it already occupied. By an all too familiar face and a fine pack of chiseled abs. Even though it had been ten years since I’d last seen Chase, he had no problem picking up exactly where we left off. I had a big problem with it.It didn’t matter what he threw at me—the old nickname, the teasing, his charming grin, or even those chiseled abs (did I already mention those?), I refused to let him get to me after…the incident. Nope, not me. I was made of stone.Unfortunately, I’m beginning to understand that when you strike Chase against stone…you get sparks.Lots of them.

    My promise to you, the reader: no cheating, no cliffhangers, and a guaranteed HEA.

    She’s a Christmas miracle, but she’s also his best friends little sister. Can he earn her trust or will he be left waiting under the mistletoe?NoelSpending my time indulging in all things Christmas brings joy to my world.I never thought I’d move back to my small town, but an offer to turn my blog into a holiday baking show is one I can’t refuse.When my older brother’s best friend turns out to be the production manager, all is merry and bright.He’s tall, handsome, and I want to deck his halls.But can I learn to trust him?NickAfter losing my mom, I’ve always been a bit of a grinch during the holidays.But producing a holiday baking show means playing Santa and hiring new talent.When my best friend’s little sister finds her way onto my lap, I’m sure to be on the naughty list.Noel is curvy, sexy, and makes me believe in holiday magic.But can I convince her that my love is real or will she leave me waiting under the mistletoe?

    That’s what Jillian Harmon keeps trying to tell herself. Sure, she might be losing her job along with her staff a few days before the holiday, but a drunken night with a sexy stranger with salt and pepper hair and mesmerizing hazel eyes is just what she needs to take her mind off her crappy luck. Could things get any worse? When her new boss, Jack Morgan, strolls in Monday morning, Jillian is shocked to see it’s her new boss’s bed she shared Friday night. He hands out pink slips like they’re Christmas bonuses, but for reasons unknown to her, he doesn’t’ let her go. Somehow, her staff expects Jillian to fix things, which is how she ends up crashing Jack's solo Christmas in a mountain cabin. The storm is how she ends up snowed in with him, and she’s pretty sure, the alcohol is how he plans to bed her again. She’d need a Christmas miracle and a twelve-step program to save her staff. As for being stuck with Jack, she’s not sure she can be saved. Crashing Christmas is a standalone steamy contemporary romance. 18+

    

    An accidental meeting at a time when I least expect it, sparking an instant connection that neither of us could deny. Mavick has what it takes to ruin me... to shatter my heart into a million pieces and never look back. She’s a distraction. I’m supposed to be focused on my comeback, but when I meet Kinsley there’s no denying my attraction to her. I could remind myself how important it is to remove anything that consumes my time. I could look the other way and deny how my body reacts to her. But something tells me I’m not in control when it comes to this girl. This is the extended full version of the short story, Tap Out, which was showcased in the Pick Your Passion collection.

    This book has a happily-ever-after—assuming Rachel doesn’t kill Clay, which is always a possibility—and no cliffhanger.

    Cover & Synopsis Coming November 6

    Soren Christopher Traeger-Rudolph—yep, Rudolph—is the Grinch of all groomsmen, and his plans for this wedding will only land him on the Naughty List.Or...Her bed. Naughty reindeer games like you’ve never seen ensue when Rudolph brings out the Vixen in this Dasher. With witty banter and laugh-out-loud moments, prepare to experience Christmas bliss in Not Your Average Vixen, an enemies-to-lovers holiday romance.  Author note: No reindeer were harmed in the writing of this book.

     My step-mother was after the family fortune. But she’s different. Her blue eyes and those cute freckles have me dying for her. This is about to get hot, crazy, and a whole lot messier. Especially when I discover her… little secret.

     Easier said than done, especially when everyone in town believes she’s the reason for the divorce between her and town Golden Boy, Lance. Two years after her divorce, and with a push from her best friend Marcus, she’s taken the plunge into the dating pool. Rachel gets more than she can handle when every date is almost too good to be true, or so it seems. Now she must choose her perfect match, between him, him, him, him and him. The Christmas Hims is a light-hearted, clean holiday romance that will make you believe that true love does exist, especially at Christmas.

    I call him a fantasy because there is never a chance he would notice me. It's ok. The short small glimpses I get of him, are enough. They have to be. Right? A nobody foster kid like me has nothing to give or offer. Not to mention, the time of year I see him is only on Christmas when he is volunteering at the kitchen of the foster home I have been in for the past few years and me and Christmas...yea..we are not friends. So why is he here right now telling me it is time to come home with him? Why are his eyes eating me from the outside in making me feel things I didn't know I can feel? I want to go with him. I want to follow him wherever he goes. But can I trust that this Christmas, I might find happiness and not heartbreak?JamisonIt's time. It's finally time for me to claim my Christmas Angel and bring her home. To our home. I have waited for her for what feels like forever. Being only blessed with her beauty during the one day a year, when I go to Lahn Community Center to serve in the soup kitchen for the day. Her beauty and innocence got my attention. But it was her sadness and lonliness that wrapped me in her orbit and wouldn't let me go. I spent these three years preparing for this moment. Now that it is here, i can barely contain myself. Will my Angel trust me enough to come with me? Or will she be too scared to follow me into our future?This is a safe instalove story about two ordinary people who meet by chance in a place and during a season that is meant to give hope. There will be no fancy parties, no beautifully dressed up people, though trust me, Anna and Jamison are beautiful. They are the epitome of simple, sweet and scorching. This is meant to be short, sexy and something you can read in 30 minutes or less. So, sit back, grab some hot chocolate(might be some in the story too) and enjoy.

    Mine is the worst. The worst, hidden in a six foot tall package of male perfection. It’d be easier if he looked like an old Scrooge, wouldn’t it? Nick Saint-Croix doesn’t look like an old scrooge. He’s hot as-Um, never mind. Just bring me a new boss. Please. Sincerely,Holly Winter