All four of them. If I could just kiss all of them: my fantasy Banshee, America’s top rock band and my daddy’s best friends. Ten years later and right out of business school, I have one week to clean the biggest PR mess a band has ever created. One week or I ruin my father’s firm. Leather jackets, bare chests, cigarette smoke, the dejavu alone has my throat dry and panties wet. I am a mess! I tremble as Cole, Tobias, Jersey and Rory, stare through me with their steely looks. If intent counts, I'd be naked and spread on the same table where I lay my damage control plan. And I just can’t say no, when they put me in their hot tub. Wet, steamy, desire oozing from my body, I manage to stand as the rockstars close in, moments from making me the luckiest fan girl alive. They pass me around, and I love each one. Love flows hard, like a waterfall. It’s so wrong, yet feels so right. They are my teenage fantasy and I am their missing link! My father would freak out; can I make this arrangement work? *** Daddy's Rockstar Friends is a full length novella with an HEA, no cliffhanger, no cheating, and plenty of steam. Bonus content included after the main story, including a full novel and a novel preview. Grab a copy now! ***

    Or the one about his father, the head football coach. Or even the one about his special talent between the sheets.I’m talking about the one where he has a female roommate in an all-male dorm.I can’t speak to the first three, but that fourth one is true. I know because that girl in his room is me.Because of an error by the college, I’m placed with Mr. Campus Celebrity in the traditionally male dorm.Is he panty-meltingly handsome with an attitude to match? Sure.Do I accidentally fanaticize about him one (okay, maybe two) times? Fine, I’m honest enough to admit it.None of that matters, because we’re opposites in all the ways that are important for getting along as college roommates:He comes from a perfect life and old money. I come from a broken home and bowls of ramen.He’s at Greene State to party. I’m here to study.He’s a popular jock. I wouldn’t be caught dead playing sports.To say we get off to a rocky start would be an understatement.Ironically, that’s what causes our sizzling attraction to boil over one night. But even that comes at a price.Because our story has a twist neither of us could see coming.One that changes both of our lives, ‘till death do us part.

    Two rough jocks. One fierce and obsessive attraction. She's about to lose her halo...thanks to both bad boys. Full-length, standalone romance with an HEA ending and Zero Cliffhanger. Connor I'm the life of every party, the filthy-mouthed jock that every woman wants, the icing on the cake for the college chicks that I like to share with my best buddy and fellow teammate, Kade. Until Kade introduces me to Tracey-Ann. She lives in the dorm close to our frat house, and when she shows up to one of our wild parties for the first time, Kade and I have to break her in. She's a good girl with a sheltered life. There's no reason she should have an effect on us, but she does. We're both hooked, and my new mission becomes convincing Kade of one undeniable truth. Tracey-Ann is the one for us. Tracey-Ann I've been a good girl for most of my life, but that all changes when I let Connor and Kade put their hands on me. One frat house party corrupts my innocence forever, but the truth is, everyone has something from their past they're not proud of. Kade can attest to that the most, except he's closing in on who I really am, and I'm not sure I'm ready to open the floodgates. The filthy-talking bad boys take me in every way I've ever fantasized about, and before I know it, they have stolen my heart, devoured my soul, and turned my life upside down. I learn something I can't deny. Falling for two men will leave more than just a mark. Kade I meet Tracey-Ann at one of our frat house parties and everything changes. I will probably deny it for the rest of my days, but I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. It has nothing to do with her stunning face, shapely body my eyes can't stop staring at, or her legs that go on for miles. Well, maybe a little. But it's more than just the outside. When Tracey-Ann speaks, the tightness around my chest relaxes. I'm instantly addicted to the calm she creates around the storm that has been my life up until now. Except, I have a problem. I may be past addiction. Tracey-Ann is now an obsession. Author's Notes: - Two Jocks Next Door is a MFM ménage standalone romance that is all about the woman. There are no M/M scenes. This story is all about TWO hot, bad boys who fall for the same woman. - This story has no cliffhangers and a guaranteed happy ever after ending.

    She’s the smart girl he loves to pick on.And now that they’re all grown up, things are about to get geekin’ ugly…My name is Tass. I’m smart, I’m driven, and I am determined not to let prankster Hunter Johnson continue raining on my parade. When we were little, he’d pull my hair and call me names. When we were teenagers, he’d throw food and tease me for being a flat-chested virgin. But now that we’ve ended up at the same college, he’s out of his hot head if he thinks he can keep messing with my life. It’s like he’s fixated on me or something. Well, guess what, Mr. Amazefootball? I’m not that geeky little girl anymore and you do not screw with a smart woman. So what’s my plan? It’s definitely wild, and he’s about to find out…

    He wants to stay on the team. An awkward alliance doesn't even begin to cover Rimmel and Romeo's relationship.But that's about to change.It starts with a dare. An initiation. A challenge.Quickly, it turns into more. But when you're a victim of your status, there is no room for anything real. The rules are clear and simple.Stick to your circle.And never fall in love with anyone on the outside.

    Blaire, an underachieving college student with zero prospects and a ton of issues (hey, being the less-successful twin of a gorgeous supermodel would totally do that to you) needs something from Ty. Mixed Martial artist Ty, a soon-to-be Welterweight champion of the Xtreme Warrior League and the hottest guy in the Bay Area, wants something from Blaire. But Ty has a secret. And Blaire can barely even handle his truths. Life is about to throw a few knockout punches at both of them. Can they handle the pain?

    (15+ years gap)There is reference to abuse, as well as flashbacks.There are sexual situations, and strong language. If this offends you, do not proceed. 18+ content.

    That is, until I met the three of them. I normally don’t like college parties. I only went that night to keep my roommate company. Yet when the sexiest, most muscular man I’ve ever met started flirting with me? Well, let’s just say I didn’t go back to my dorm room that night. But the devilish rogue who took me home isn’t just another student. He’s Danny Armstrong, the star quarterback of the football team. And getting into my pants isn’t the only thing on his mind. He and two of his teammates need a physical trainer for the season. Someone to monitor their workouts and help them avoid injury. And as a kinesiology student, I desperately need the work credits that come with the job. Danny Armstrong, the clean all-American with a steel jawline and sexy blue gaze. Lance Overmire, a goofball wide receiver with washboard abs and an “I just thought of a dirty joke” grin. Fernando Martinez, the dark-and-handsome place kicker from Chile who pronounces my name like it’s an exotic meal. I’ll be working with them every day for the fall semester. Watching them lift weights in the morning, monitoring football practice in the afternoon. And giving them far more specialized physical therapy in the evenings. Can I be the physical trainer that helps them go to the playoffs? Or will they end up falling for me along the way? FULL CONTACT is a scorching, stand-alone reverse harem love story filled with humor, suspense, and excitement. HEA guaranteed!

    Constant moaning. And a revolving door across the college suite I somehow ended up in because my first name is Shawn. They don't discriminate. Girls. Guys. Grandmas. Plants (okay maybe not plants) all walks of life stroll in stressed to the brim, and leave so satisfied I'm wondering what sort of talents lie behind that door. My roommate calls them the pleasure ponies. But the rest of the college campus? They just call them the new face of Wingmen Inc. A paid for relationship service that makes big promises. Breakup? They'll glue you back together again. Depressed? They have the magic pill. Lonely? Just spend a few minutes while they rub you down and you'll forget all about it. And broken hearts? Well, that's their specialty. They'll fix you.For a price…I swore I wouldn't get involved. But apparently they like a challenge, and a girl who doesn't put up with their BS is basically like waving a red flag in front of a bull. They. All. Charged. But one holds my attention above the rest. Knox Tate looks like a Viking — and getting pillaged is starting to look more appealing by the day. Though he's hiding something — all of them are. And the closer I get. The more I realize that some things are left better in the past.You've read reverse harem books before — but you've never read one like this. It's not what you think, or is it? Dive in and find out…Knox, Leo, Finn, and Slater are waiting, and they aren't patient men. Welcome to the new face of Wingmen Inc — You're welcome.

    I’m all that on the field and between the sheets — who cares about my stupid grades?But Claire doesn’t treat me like I’m dumb. When we’re not busy fighting, she actually encourages me. And with those sexy curves of hers, I know just how to thank her.Claire:I hate football players, but I need the money. Jake is just as cocky and arrogant as the worst of them … but his touch sets me on fire.I have to believe he’s different, that he won’t use me and break my heart. Because I can’t stop wanting him. I just hope I survive the ride.

    And frankly, I kind of wish I still didn’t because then I wouldn’t have a sprained ankle to show for it. And my leg wouldn’t resemble a boa constrictor that’s swallowed a feral pig. Yeah, it’s that bad.I’ve spent years saving every penny I’ve ever earned to be able to transfer to Malibu University. And now my entire future––including my scholarship––is in jeopardy. So I either accept the help he insists on giving me, or lose everything I’ve sacrificed for. In the meantime, I’m going to ignore the fact that we’re becoming friends.And I’m definitely going to pretend he’s not turning into the object of my…umm, dirty fantasies. That’s not happening. Not even a little.Because the minute I clapped eyes on him I knew he was nothing but trouble.

    Dale brought his two grown sons to help pack and move us into their house. Both were hard-bodied and handsome, but Caine didn’t speak to me. Colt, on the other hand, said crude stuff like, “Wanna ride with me? Then I’m gonna need gas or ass,” but I couldn’t take my eyes off his rippling muscles and challenging blue eyes.Some are about speed, sex, and defiance.When Colt offered me a ride to school, I thought the ‘gas or ass’ thing was a joke, but he wasn’t kidding. Though he barely touched me, he shattered the innocence I couldn’t wait to shed. Even then, I sensed I’d never be the same. He and Caine soon upped the stakes, putting me behind the wheel of cars that could reach insane speeds. They kept challenging me to find my inner wild child, pairing illegal drag races with high-octane sex games, games like 'winner gets head'.And some are about trying to break you.It wasn’t long before I was hooked, but I always planned to walk away. Then everything spun out of control and walking wasn’t an option. I had to run._____**Disclaimer: This is a tale of a young girl’s crush that turns to hatred and back to love. Gas and Ass is the crush-to-hate part of the story. There’s no HEA inside these pages, so if that’s a must, this isn’t the story for you. If you can delay gratification, however, the hatred-to-love part is the basis of the sequel, Turn and Burn.

    They just want a little fun. And I’m their new game. I should say no, but I can’t stop my new Daddies. I first meet them at a party my parents throw. They’re five rugged, rich mountain men, older and looking for a little fun. I’m home from college, saving money before I can move to the big city and start my dream job. I can’t afford any distractions. Except I can’t say no when all five make it clear that I’m the game they’re going to play. It feels so good at first. Five incredible men fighting over me, trying to seduce me, trying to push my boundaries way too far. But when they decide it’s better if they share me, I know I’m totally screwed. That’s when we take it to the next level, a whole new world of pleasure I didn’t even know could exist. Five men want me all at once. It’s overwhelming, it’s too much… and yet I can’t stop myself. I need ten hands on my body, caressing me, taking me deeper. I’m supposed to leave at the end of the summer. I have a job waiting for me in New York, and I hate our home town. But these five mountain Daddies want me, and they’re not about to give up so easily. They think we can make our town a better place together, if only I give myself to them completely. I might sacrifice my dream for my mountain Daddies, and they might give me the world in return. Five Mountain Daddies is an over-the-top reverse harem romance with five times the steamy scenes and some bad language. It’s only recommended for readers 18+. Five Mountain Daddies is a STANDALONE, full-length novel. No cliffhanger. Guaranteed HEA. Includes bonus content!

    They say nothing compares to your first kiss,But our first kiss was orchestrated for an audience.Our second kiss . . . that one was REAL.He cradled my face like he was terrified he'd f*ck it up.He stared into my eyes until the air buzzed.Soft and slow, full of sighs and little laughs,He inhaled me like I was the finest Belgian chocolate,And he'd never get another piece.A nip of his teeth, his hand at my waist . . .And I was lost.I forgot he was paying me to be his fake fiancée.I forgot we weren't REAL.Our kiss was pure magic, and before you laugh and say those kinds of kisses don't exist,Then you've never touched lips with Max Kent, the hottest quarterback in college history.Three months. Two hearts. One fake engagement.

    There is no denying his sex appeal.I hate to admit it, but I’m head over heels infatuated with him.There is one HUGE problem though. His achingly gorgeous abs, inked up arm, and cocky swagger belong to my boss, the high-profile, reality star bitch from hell and certified heinous human being, Bellini Chambers.What I think is going to be an easy job assisting a glorified wench turns into a cluster f*ck of epic proportions.