Formal, aloof politeness is all I’ll ever get from him, and that’s fine with me.He’s a prince, for Pete’s sake, and I’m just some American girl.But then there’s the night I can’t sleep, so I sneak onto the castle ramparts - only to discover that I’m not the only one with an insomnia problem. On the roof, far away from the demands of the state, Kostya is completely different.He’s relaxed. He’s charming. He’s pleasant.He’s flirty. And most of all, Kostya’s definitely not the uptight, rule-abiding prince I thought he was.I know better than to get hot and heavy with a foreign head of state, but what’s a commoner to do? He gives me smoldering, panty-fire-lighting looks from across every room. He has a secret smile that means I want you. He talks dirty to me in his mother tongue.There can’t be an us. Kostya’s destined to marry someone politically expedient, and whatever I’m destined for, it’s not becoming royalty.After all, aren’t fairy tales just stories?

    Just because you’re some rich CEO with a fancy name, a slick car, and an unbelievable amount of sex appeal, it doesn’t mean you get to literally run over all of us little people. Sebastian Clementine (what kind of name is that, anyway?) isn’t going to get away with damaging my truck and not paying for it. We’re just a small California farm, after all. We’re trying to keep up in the expanding world of organics, and we can’t really afford to repair our ancient delivery truck. I had to reattach the bumper my own damn self, while the beautiful, well-groomed man responsible doesn’t even look like he’d know how. I don’t know what I was planning to say, crashing into his big, important meeting this way, but by God, he is going to keep his word to me. When his cool, calm gaze meets mine, I suddenly wish I were wearing something nicer than my farm jeans…but I’m not exactly known for holding my tongue, so out it pops: “Hey, asshole, remember me?” Sebastian Well, if it isn’t the fiery Ms. Dare, storming into my office guns a-blazing, calling me out. I was wondering when I might hear from her. Or rather, I was hoping I would hear from her soon. It’s true that our first encounter could have gone better. Smashing into someone’s car isn’t the best way to make a first impression. Our second encounter is off to a rough start as well…but perhaps I can turn it to my advantage. I’m not president of Clementine Organics just because of my good looks, after all. I’m almost glad I pissed her off – she’s so sexy when she’s angry. And that I can definitely work with. Note: This standalone novel includes three other novels for a limited time only! Enjoy :)

    A wedding we shouldn't have been invited to. Two unexpected romances. A scoop of sexy. And a double scoop of chaos. Lydia is a good girl who is above revenge. Good thing she has us. No one cheats on our best friend and rides off into the sunset with his new bride. What was supposed to happen? Unleash hell like two badasses. It was a simple plan, but we failed to anticipate a few things. A rogue prosthetic, an accidental exorcism, and dominatrix strippers willing to take things way too far, just to name a few. What actually happened? As usual, nothing went as planned, especially when two sexy distractions popped into the mix. We were there to avenge our friend, not to get entangled with two cocky, arrogant men, who don’t like to hear the word no. I was sure we could resist. I mean, it was only a week, right? What could happen in a week? Not intrigued enough? There's totally a duck in this story. Ah yeah. Now we have your undivided attention. Enjoy our chaos. #WorthIt

    A sarcastic, feisty, foul-mouthed ER Nurse. She is snarky, sassy, and sometimes crudely inappropriate. After a terrible breakup with her fiancé, Ellen has promised herself that she will never make the mistake of falling for another man again… and physicians, well she’s more than written them off.Once she meets sexy Trauma Surgeon, Dr. Trent Hamilton, this promise is unbelievably hard to keep. This too-hot-for-Ellen's-own-good man is undeniably sexy and down-right irresistible. He leaves her breathless, speechless, and irritatingly turned on. He makes her fantasize about him in all kinds of dirty, inappropriate ways.With the help of her obnoxious, and often times hilarious best friend Amy, Ellen will find herself in several crazy, embarrassing situations. This is a story of friendship, love and how one very sarcastic woman can find the strength to pick up the pieces after having her heart broken. In her first novel, N.A. Alcorn provides interesting takes on the word vagina, while giving you a reason to re-think your next visit to the Emergency Room. This book is bound to make you laugh, smile, and provide you with enough sarcasm to choke your grandmother. No, N.A. doesn’t want anything bad to happen to your Grandma Ruth, but she does want you to strongly consider re-naming your vibrator after a guy who’s at the top of your spank bank rotation. Be prepared for dripping juice-boxes, awkward pelvic thrusting, and a little suspense to keep your snatch on edge. Warning: This novel contains explicit sex, profanity and far too much vaginal humor. This novel is not meant for anti-fornicators, up-tight prudes, or virgins who refuse to go to Pound Town.

    don’t worry, I’m a bit of an expert in that department.There’s nothing ‘thin’ about my blue line, if you catch my drift, and trust me, I know how to put those handcuffs to good use.***Livia Ward wants a baby before she’s thirty.  And even though Officer Chase Kelly is exactly the kind of cocky jerk this librarian has sworn off, he is undeniably hot.  Both of them think they can give each other what they want—a few nights of fun for Officer Kelly, a no-strings baby for Livia—but this hot cop is about to learn that sex, babies, and love don’t always play by the rules.

    I’ve dated liars, cheaters, shoe fetishists, and everything in between. Sure, these experiences would make any woman cynical when it comes to dipping her toe back into the dating pool, but I used my past for good and made a career out of helping other women avoid going down the same paths I had.And I was damn good at it.Until a random act of fate set my life on a course I’d been avoiding for years, and put me in the crosshairs of a man that made me feel things I swore to never feel again.Now I’m in his sights and it seems like he’ll stop at nothing to seduce the hell out of me. He might hold my career in the palm of his hands, but if Grayson Lockhart thinks he can blackmail me into submission with his sexy voice and sexy hands and sexy everything, then he’s…probably right.

    There’s a prize for winning, however—her name is Cameron and she’s just as horrified by her medieval circumstances as Kyle. She needs his help badly to escape her would-be suitors. For Kyle, that means donning uncomfortable armor, galloping to victory on a stubborn steed and claiming a reward he never expected. If she’ll have him.

    A billionaire playboy. Can she trust him with her heart?A woman down on her luckBig city success is Ilana’s lifelong dream. But when a tough economy derails her plans, she needs to find work fast—to stay in New York, finish her MBA, and pay for her mother’s surgery. With her bank account sinking and her desperation rising, Ilana takes a job at Manhattan’s most exclusive gentlemen’s club—as a high-end stripper.A man who never expected to love againNotorious for seducing an endless stream of women, billionaire Nick Santoro locks his heart behind a wall of money and charm. He’s handsome, he’s persuasive, and he always gets what he wants. When Nick meets Ilana at the club, sparks fly between them, and he makes it his mission to win her over. Given Nick’s history, can Ilana trust him? And when his past comes back to haunt him in ways that threaten to destroy them both, can their newfound relationship survive? Is he the man of her dreams—or the biggest mistake of her life?

    Prepare for inappropriate humor, dad jokes, and maybe a woodland creature or two.

    If I took time to explain, Declan Moss would get hit by a bus.Let me back up. I didn’t ask for this. I was perfectly happy—and perfectly sane—before I was tasked with keeping Declan Moss alive. It was a thankless job until the moment that my panties dropped and his delicious smirk found his way in between my thighs.Hello, toe-curling ecstasy. Goodbye, professional boundaries. And suddenly, there’s a new danger to avoid: the falling of my heart.

    He took me for himself instead.When I went undercover to investigate a series of murders with links to Steele Franklin's auction house operation, I expected to be sold for the humiliating use of one of his fellow billionaires.But he wanted me for himself.No contract. No terms agreed upon. No say in the matter at all except whether to give in to his shameful demands with or without him stripping me bare and spanking me into submission first.I chose the second option, but as one devastating climax after another is forced from my naked, quivering body, what scares me isn't the thought of him keeping me locked up in a cage forever.It's knowing he won't need to.Publisher's Note:Auction House includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

    Too bad that breaking into the news world is harder than she thought. With no job offers, she’s back in Idaho. That’s where she meets Jack Price and his seriously talented hands. Things get even better when she lands a spot at Channel 3 with her idol, local hotshot Blaine Stavros.Suddenly, moving home isn’t such a bad idea—except for the part about walking into a rivalry fourteen years in the making.Jack Price wants to blend in.Growing up with a stutter and a bully for a neighbor meant he found out the hard way just how cruel kids could be. Years later, he’s enjoying the quiet life as director of the local library. That’s where he meets Tuesday Collins and her megawatt personality. Everything’s great until she lands a spot at Channel 3 with his childhood nemesis. Suddenly, he’s forced to choose what’s worth holding on to—a lifelong grudge or the girl of a lifetime?

    One, he was as handsome of a man as I had ever seen. Two, he was filthy rich. Three, he was a dick. And four, he was *ahem* gifted. In time I learned much more about him. Things that would have made most women run away. But I’m not most women. So, instead of running away, I ran in his direction. Dick didn’t have a place for a woman in his life. He was a bad boy. Not a wannabe bad boy that tried to act the part. Oh no, he was the real deal. Money. Guns. Fast cars. Cops always one step behind him… On our first date, while in his Ferrari, we got into a high-speed chase with the police. That was only the beginning. From there, things only got better. Or worse. I guess that depends on who you are, and what you’re afraid of. Me? I wasn’t afraid of Dick, his manner of living life, or his dickish ways. I wanted him to be mine. But, with a man like Dick, things are never easy. My name’s Jess. This story’s mine - although I’ll never admit to it in a court of law. DICK is a stand-alone full-length novel with an HEA and no cheating. Due to the adult content, please be 18 years or older to enjoy this read.

    WHOOPSIE?Don’t sleep with your best friend. Take it from me. I did it. And it was awful.I-wish-the-tequila-made-me-forget kind of bad.The problem is, Luke has forgotten. He swears that he can’t remember a thing about that night beyond the trays of tequila shots being set on the tables. Except I can't forget. I can’t forget how good his hands felt until I fell over and hit my hip on the dresser, and I sure as hell can’t forget the entire two minutes of tap-tap-squirt.Awkward. Embarrassing. And the new subject of a couple of dirty lucid dreams.But I have no intention of telling him what we did. Nothing good comes from telling your best friend he’s the worst guy you’ve ever slept with.Which makes the tequila on my birthday a very, very bad idea…

    So, when a much-loved portrait of the groom’s father is adorned with pirate eye-patches and black plastic moustaches, and his expensive cologne is switched for toilet cleaner, Lexie and Theo must once again don their metaphorical deerstalkers and unravel the mystery before the wedding dissolves into Christmas-themed chaos and calamity.A perfect Christmas wedding?Is there such a thing for The Cornish Confetti Agency?A glittery, feel-good story perfect for the festive season, and the third book in The Cornish Confetti Agency series.