Sure the million-dollar pretty boy can play football. At least that’s what the papers lead us to believe. Me though, I’m not so convinced. Sure he's got a backside you could bounce quarters off, arms you want wrapped around you, dimples you’d drown in and hair you’d sell your mother to pull... but is he a nice guy or has he let fame go to his head. I wasn’t one of his adoring fans, throwing my granny panties at his feet... that was until I met him and he completely screwed me...

    Monday, bank manager Indie Chase thinks her day can’t get worse. She’s dealt with spills, an ex-husband, and her preschooler on bank time.She’s wrong, though.In a matter of moments, that day becomes the stuff of nightmares.Dax Reed is a reluctantly retired pro hockey player with a past he’d rather forget. He’s well on his way to doing so, on his way to Hawaii for a well-deserved vacation, when everything goes to hell.Together, they’re caught in a robbery that’s going to take everything they have to survive.It’s going to take trust.It’s going to take strength.It might even take … each other.

    To her overbearing Mississippi Delta family, to her business mentor’s push to expand her thriving pie shop and to her lifelong crush, Jake Champagne. But Jake chose her beauty queen cousin three years ago and ghosted on their close friendship. When he comes to her small town in Alabama with a new pro hockey franchise, Evie fears she’ll lose her heart all over again. Of course, she'll forgive him like the good Southern woman she is, but anything more than that is off the table. So why can’t she stop baking for him? Jake is looking forward to a new team, a new town and a clean slate in Laurel Springs. After a disastrous year, the hockey hotshot is leaving his past behind—even betting his best friend that he can stay away from women. But he’s happy to reconnect with a piece of home when he visits Evie. Between slices of Mississippi mud pie and chicken potpie, he’s starting to remember all the good times they had and the man he always intended to be. Not to mention what a fool he was to let Evie get away… How will they find a future together when she can’t say no and he can’t say yes? The path to true love isn’t quite easy as pie, but it sure is sweet in the end.Good Southern WomenBook 1: Sweet as Pie

    Something about my chronic case of resting prick face and that thing with the captain when the season started. My fist, his jaw. Yeah, we go back and not in a good way. Coach says no more “confrontational BS” or I don’t play at all. And that’s a hit my career in the NHL can’t take. So the plan is simple. Keep my head down and finish out my contract with my fists checked. There’s just one problem. Allie. The girl from Vancouver eight months ago. The one with the sexy, shy, and sinfully bold smile and the sweetest, wettest mouth I ever tasted. The girl who blew my mind and then blew out of my life without giving me her number. Turns out she’s the captain’s little sister. And even though my career depends on it... I can’t stay away from her.

    The ones who have the ability to start wars with one signal. They make no apologies for the power they hold.What do they all have in common? None of them wait. They take what they want and make no apologies for doing so. In Bourbon & Bullets, a collection of dark romance and romantic suspense authors take you on a wild ride while their heroes, or anti-heroes, find their happily-ever-after.***Bourbon & Bullets is a mafia romance themed anthology organized by Knox Publishing. Please be aware this is intended for mature audiences only, and the contents within may be triggering to some readers.

    And it's a great one. There's an endless line of women, and I get to hang with my best friend Oli. Everything is perfect until she shows up. Oli's twin sister, Flynn... hates my guts. I don't blame her. I'm part of one of the worst nights of her life.Now she's next door and seeing her every day is killing me slowly. I wonder if we can ever get back to being friends. The way she looks at me sometimes, well, let's just say my hockey stick isn't the only thing that's feeling hard these days.But if she finds out the secrets I'm keeping, forgiveness will be the last thing on her mind.

    Set some time aside, because you’ll devour this book in one sitting!Canuck. What a weird name. It’s like calling someone The American. It might make sense down at Westbury, where he’s a superstar goalie for the college. In the Great White North (land of maple syrup and Tim Hortons) not so much.He’ll always be Liam Frazier to me. My best friend. The same guy who told me I looked like a tasty piece of chocolate when he tried to pick me up in grade six. That was a fail. One I still like to give him a hard time about ten years later. I still remember him, looking like a horse, with his lanky legs and crazy mullet.Now, he’s gone from colt to stallion. It’s hard not to notice all the ways he’s… filled out. His broad shoulders, cut biceps not to mention the places where I’m not supposed to look! And I don’t look. Usually.Liam is more than the amazing body he’s grown into, impressive as it is. He’s the guy who can make me laugh — even when my life is falling apart. He’s not Mr. Big Time Goalie to me, he’s my best friend. He shows up when I need him, whether it’s moving an apartment full of stuff, or trying and failing to show me up in a dance off.He’s irreplaceable.An irreplaceable friendship isn’t something you should mess up. Not by sleeping with them. Not by living with them. And definitely, 100% not by falling in love with them… so why am I doing all three?

    Cameron and Sydney's story.

    At least it is for a guy like me. As a talent agent in New York, I know how to wine and dine with the best of them. Unfortunately, work has been my main thing for a little too long. And my body is showing signs of it. Doc says I need to take a summer off. Hell yes, I do. Lucky for me, I run into my latest wedding fling as my time frees up. And the pretty girl just can’t get enough of me. She needs a plus-one for an upcoming wedding and wants to up the ante of our deception. Be her fake fiancé. She’s tired of being the bridesmaid and never the bride. Why would I ever say no? I’m a no-strings-attached kinda guy, but with her, I want to be tied up—forever. The more time I spend playing the part, the more I want to hit my knee and offer her a ring. It started with us promising nothing, but now, I want her to promise it all—to me.

    I had my future mapped out… until a knee injury changed all my plans.My life was on the ice but the future I’d been dreaming of was stolen from me.It took me a long time to get over it. Now I live in my old house, under my parent’s roof. It’s not every girl’s dream, that’s for sure. But things could be worse, right?Cue William Hughes, the ruggedly good looking newest player on the Chicago Blackhawks team.He’s my older brother’s best friend… and my new enemy.Having William around is a thorn in my side. He’s going to be on the road a lot playing a sport that I can’t stomach watching because it reminds me of what I lost.Until that thorn turns into something else…Yeah. I’m doomed.

    After she wakes him up with a few slaps and some smelling salts, the very first thing he does is ask her out for ribs and beer. His name is Jimmy. He looks like a Gillette model. And he’s just too hunky to resist.Jimmy “The Falcon” Falconi is mystified that Mary has absolutely no idea who he is. Mystified and refreshed. He is, after all, not your everyday NFL quarterback. He shops at Costco, has a soft spot for Pinterest, and is in the midst of an epic losing streak.Jimmy falls for Mary fast and hard, the way he does everything—balls out and like it’s fourth and long. And he realizes he’s finally met his match. That stamina he’s so proud of? Doesn’t stand a chance against her Kegels.But what they don’t know is she’s also his new physical therapist, recently hired by the Bears to work on his rotator cuff…and groin injury. If she can’t help him, he’ll be traded faster than they can say “offensive penetration.”In spite of the thousands of internet memes featuring Jimmy’s face with captions like: “HEY GIRL, WANT TO TOUCH MY BALLS?” Mary finds herself falling for him and his unrelenting desire to make her his.Until a toddler shows up at Jimmy’s door.And throws their lives into total chaos.***To the reader: Sweet. Safe. HEA. This is a comedy that gets very dirty, so be advised. Other tasters' notes: Hints of honey and champagne. And a feisty little dog named Frankie Knuckles.

    I prefer to call it hard work, at least I did until my game went to complete crap. I haven’t scored in eight games and my team owner is talking about trading me. I’ve never believed in superstitions. Never needed one. I suppose I was “lucky” in that way. But now the best way to refer to me is desperate. I’d wear the same socks for an entire year just to be the high-scoring center I used to be. Imagine my surprise when after spending New Year’s Eve with a woman, I score a hat trick in the next game—that’s three goals in one game for you non-hockey lovers. Now, I have to track her down and bribe her to do it again before every game. Get your mind out of the gutter, I’m not talking about it.I find her and when I get to know her better, I end up spending more time thinking about her than my game, but she’s made it clear she wants no part of me. She’s going to learn that I didn’t become a professional hockey player without having to fight for what I want.

    Someone of my own I can love. Someone who won’t break my heart. But I don’t want another relationship ever again. I thought about going to a clinic. But I like the idea of knowing the identity of the father of my child, even if we’re not an item. So I pick Marc. Or Fitz, as everyone else calls him. He’s tall, handsome, healthy – apart from his injured back – hardworking, kind, and loyal. I’d be happy if my child were to grow up like him. So I ask him if he’d agree to be a sperm donor for me. To my disappointment, he says no. He does say he’ll be happy to get me pregnant the old-fashioned way. According to him, extended foreplay increases the man’s productivity. I think he just wants to get me into bed, but I’m willing to give it a try. Do I go ahead with it? There aren’t any drawbacks to having a quick fling, surely?

    That is, until Faith walks into my life and proves just how wrong I am. I shine on the ice, and off. At least, I used to. I’ve got my reasons for holding things in and keeping to myself. Besides, being a single dad isn’t for the faint of heart. So, when the nanny I hired doesn’t get what she wants—which happens to be me—she leaves my kids stranded at the arena. It not only infuriates me and puts my career comeback in jeopardy… It leads me to Faith Wilson. She’s innocent, sheltered, and sexy as sin. She’s also looking after my kids while I attempt to lead our team to the playoffs. I’ve never let myself touch the nanny before…until now. But one fleeting taste isn’t enough. And though I might score, this might be a game I’m bound to lose. **Puck Daddy is a steamy standalone romance with no cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA**

    A hotel billionaire. In town temporarily.She's savvy. A perfectionist. At the top of her game.Behind closed doors, more than professionalism is stripped away.Kickass businesswoman, Jessica Mason, wins the gig of her lifetime to open the new luxurious Somers Hotel. She thought delivering the spectacular event would be easy. Then she meets charismatic Nate Somers, the heir to the British hotel empire, and things don't go to plan.From Jessica's first meeting with Nate, the chemistry is undeniable. Unable to resist, her rule to never mix business with pleasure falters and passion overrules.With their troubled pasts, family obligations and opposing careers, their fiery fling is intended to remain temporary, fun, with no strings attached. After all, he lives on the opposite side of the globe. But what is she supposed to do when she falls for him hard?