He was the top of the food chain. And I was next in line to be dragged into the lion’s den. At least that’s what he thought… Good girls wanted to tame him. Bad girls want to be tainted by him. Everyone bowed down to him. And me?I hated Zeppelin Hunt with every fiber of my being.Which was why I stayed away from the arrogant bad boy with tattoos and a rap sheet.Until I couldn’t.Until we traded favors, and I owed him three months of my life. I never thought I would end up in his bed, and when I did, I had to remind myself that he hated me as much as I hated him.Until I didn’t. Zepp Hunt was no prince, and I absolutely refused to be his damsel in distress…

    And he definitely wasn’t supposed to answer it. We end up talking through letters and sticky notes in a book. One sticky note. Two sticky notes. Ten sticky notes. All baring our darkest, deepest secrets. It’s all fun and games until I find out who my pen pal is... Xavier Emery. King of my basketball-obsessed town, my childhood bully, and the guy I am in grave danger of falling in love with. But the rules were clear: we can never know who we’re talking to, and the confessions can never, ever get out. Seriously. It would destroy lives.  Fine by me. Even if Mr. Popular does find out his confidant is little old me, it’s not like he’d ever love me back…Right?

     Emily: It didn’t take long for things to get out of hand. Thrust on stage in front of a crowd of wealthy, powerful masked men, And they’re selling me to the highest bidder! Kyle: The moment I saw her, I knew she’d be mine. The sexiest lot on the stage. Anyone’s, for a price. When that hammer comes down, I’m going to be the one buying. Trussed up and put up for sale, Emily’s about to discover that everyone has their price… This is a full-length romance, with steamy love scenes, a beautiful HEA and utterly no cliffhangers. Also included are some previously released bonus books, completely free!

    I've got women screaming my name every single night. But I wasn't born this way. I was a virgin once. And I long to relive the innocence, the delicacy, the delight, of my first time. I long for the pleasure of exploring a woman's curves without knowing what I'll find. I long for the excitement I felt the first time I entered a woman, heard her cry out, and almost fainted from the pleasure she gave me. But there's no rewinding the clock. At least, that's what I thought. Jane's a ballerina and the most innocent girl I've ever met. She's a complete virgin. And I'm going to make her beg for mercy. I'm going to show her all the things I wish I could relive. The thrill of the first touch. The pleasure of the first taste. The overpowering ecstasy of her very first real 'O'. And when I'm finished, she's going to be utterly mine.

    Gavin Wright doesn't have much except his scholarship and the hockey team, which is fine by him. To lose focus is to lose everything. He doesn't need friends, and especially doesn't need a girlfriend. Especially some privileged, BMW-driving princess. Her family would disown her if they knew she had feelings for a charity case, but her heart won't listen. Every cell in Stella Evans's brain tells her to steer clear of the sexy, brooding hockey player who sits next to her in Biology lab. Gavin is cold and cruel and treats her like she's the last person on earth he wants to be around. And yet she can't help the way her body responds when he's nearby. She's a distraction he can't afford. He's a sure path to her undoing. But one night, one kiss, threatens to destroy them both.

    I had the audacity of breathing his air. Dirty. Rotten. Savages.The Legacy boys are Windsor Preparatory Academy’s most privileged. No one crosses the devil spawn of this town’s upper echelon, but I managed. I call one of them out my first day, and no one hears it louder than their blond prince. Evil. Wicked. Twisted. Dorian Prinze is as cruel as he is beautiful and once he sets his sights on me, he refuses to let go. Apparently, I bother him by simply existing at my new school and no matter what I do, I can’t stay off the radar of him and his boys. He says I make too much noise and stupid me for not caring. Some really messed up stuff brought my brother and me to this town, and I won’t bow down to these elitist pricks. Something tells me going to war with the cruel prince of Maywood Heights may level both our foundations, but I won’t go down without a fight. I’ll do whatever it takes to win Dorian’s devious and twisted games. Even if he promises I’ll scream for him by the end.

    Not even close.When I tried to break things off I lost everything and everyone. My parents are gone, and now I’m forced to move across the country, to the unknown.Straight into the arms of Asher Mancini.ObsessiveRelentlessCruelEvilDeadlyAsher,I never planned on finishing my senior year at Blackwood Academy… until Avery Stone showed up.I don’t need to finish up the year I lost. My future is already decided, I’m in charge of the East Coast. Everyone respects and bows at my feet. I may be only 19, but age is only a number, when your life is in my hands.Avery doesn’t realize who she’s up against. She thinks of me as a monster, maybe I am. One thing is for certain, I’ll never let her go.***This is not your average love story, this is a dark romance intended only for mature readers. TRIGGER warnings apply.***

    I didn't know what I was missing before I found Ayla. She was a stranger that made my heart race and my body hot. All I had to do was get my lips on hers and give her the temptation. Ayla: My mountain man saved me. Now all I can think about is him. It’s cold outside and it drives me to his bed. He warms me up in more ways than one. A stranger has never been so tempting before. Now I can’t get him out of my mind. Bill: I found her in a desperate position. She was so damn hot, Far more beautiful than what I was used to in this rugged place. I had moved to Alaska to get away from it all. But something pulled me to Ayla. I needed her and I couldn’t resist her innocence. or her lips. After one night she was mine. I had claimed her and I was never letting her go. I wasn’t going to let anything stand in our way, nothing. Mountain Man's Bride is a stand-alone novel. As always, lots of love and romance and a very satisfying HEA! It's also a part of a romance collection of three of my novels for your reading enjoyment: Only Mine My Brother's Best Friend Hot Package Sneak Peak of Be My Bride

    But the darkness never stays neatly tucked away when I learn the reasons that dumped me in foster care.Will I lose the only man I’ve ever loved, or will my past ruin my future as well?An enemies-to-lovers standalone with an HEA and no cliffhanger.

    My new boss is going to be trouble. I’m the new nanny. I’m here to take care of his daughter, not get caught up in the drama with his ex or, worse, fall for him. Because he’s gorgeous, sexy, ferocious in the most incredible way. He’s rude and demanding, except when it comes to his little girl. He’s so kind and loving with Ivy. It melts my heart the same way his amazing body nearly melts my panties right off. His daughter needs me, so it’s Ivy who keeps me there when Isaac is unreasonable. He’s even starting to let me in, to let me see the real him, the strong and powerful man who is so afraid to risk falling in love again. I know I shouldn’t get involved with my boss. But I just can’t help myself. He’s irresistible. I can see through his temper, his anger—he needs me. This is a standalone, full-length 50,000+ words novel . No cheating, no cliffhanger, and a guaranteed happily ever after. Also includes New Secret Baby Romance. Bonus content!

    This girl’s going down with a fight.The drunk video that was made with me calling him out for being the villain he is went viral. I’m both impressed and appalled.He’s far too smooth for his own good, and way too hot for mine.All is fair in love and war until one night we both lay down our weapons and concede.For one night. Besides, one night of passion has never hurt anyone, right?From enemy to lover.But it’s all a little too fishy. Maybe I’m being juked too?An extravagant date? Check.Steaming-hot guy who might not be the jerk I thought he was? Check.Gorgeous ex-wife with a shiny new rock from him on her finger? Check and check.And all of that on Valentine’s Day.Like cupid got drunk and stumbled around laughing himself into a tizzy while he jacked up lives.Like mine. But it’s my fault. I never should have dropped the enemy defense.Unfortunately, I gave my heart to a guy who happens to be missing his.

    MarniI wasn't supposed to be at that house.I should have never wandered away from the party.And I definitely shouldn't have pressed my ear to that door.The words I heard play in my mind like a record on repeat.Now, they want my silence.The four guys who terrorize the streets of Redwood as a sport will stop at nothing to make sure that my lips are sealed.What they don't know is that I refuse to go down without a fight. TalonMarni Thorn thinks she's holding all the cards. She believes she's harboring our secret. Little does she know, it wasn't ours to begin with. We made a rule that she's off limits.But a body like that is meant to be touched. Limits are pushed, and rules are broken. But one thing is for certain, I have my little rebel right where I want her.Striker is a Dark Bully Romancethat contains explicit sexual content,graphic language, and situations that somereaders may find uncomfortable.

    “Yeah, so was I but you seem to have forgotten that part of your life.” The bet was simple. You draw a name from the hat. That’s the girl you have to seduce. The girl you have to make fall head over heels in love with you. It wasn’t hard for me to do, in fact, it was something I did all the time. I was known for breaking hearts. Sex was just that, sex. And it didn’t take me very long to get a woman on her back. And then I drew her name: Jules Peterson. My former best friend. My first kiss. My first love. She shattered my heart into a million pieces three years ago. She left me right when I needed her most. And as fate who have it, she had entered my life once again, at almost the perfect time. She was a transfer, fresh meat, and she had just put a target on her back. It was my turn to make her pay. It was my turn to break her heart. Holding onto that hate, that anger, that f*cking heartbreak. It does something to you. It breaks you, and it broke me, it tainted me, just like I would do to Jules. She used to be my everything, but now she was nothing but The Bet. **The Bet is book one in the North Woods University series. It is a full length, standalone, novel. It contains adult themes, and content not suitable for all readers. It is NOT a young adult novel.**Dear Reader, We're so happy that you are thinking about reading our newest book The Bet. We hope you enjoy it to your fullest and we cannot wait to read your reviews on it. However, we wanted to leave a little note to warn readers with sensitivity to dubious content, sexual themes, and verbal abuse. For those readers, this book may not be a good read for them. We also would like to say that while the book is entirely fiction we know that abuse, sexual, physical, and verbal is a very real thing in our world and that we do NOT condone any behavior of that nature nor do we think that it's okay to treat someone that way. Just like the makers of gory horror movies dont actually want people to be brutally murdered, we do not want anyone to be bullied or abused in any way.Again, this is fiction and while we don't always agree with the things our fictional characters do, sometimes it works for a story line. As writers, it is our job to draw out real emotions. Sometimes we will make you fall in love with a character and other times we might have you yelling at the book. With love, J.L. Beck & C. Hallman

     Sex Material… It’s what I’m known around town for. A rock-hard body, covered in tattoos with a sizeable bulge that women spend their nights fantasizing about. Women track me down, needing someone that will take them rough without holding back. They find me because they need a distraction from reality. They need something to get their mind off of the boyfriend who screwed them over or the job promotion they got passed over on at work. Sometimes it’s just because they need someone reckless in the bedroom before settling down with the right one. ‘Cause I’m not that guy. Nowhere close. I’m not the suit wearing, flower-buying guy you take home to meet the parents. I’m not the guy who will make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Not anymore. I was boyfriend material once. Would’ve even made a good husband. Until one night changed everything. These women come to me because they need an escape to cope with the real world, but none of them know I need it more than them. I need something to make me feel alive. Something to get my heart beating again. Then Cami shows up in my hometown, broken-hearted and pissed off at the world, needing an escape from her cheating ex. She’s the only one that doesn’t want to use my body. In fact, she wants nothing to do with it and has no problems telling me so. She’s interested in one thing only from me—to move into my rental property. But the problem with that is the more we fight, the deeper she buries herself in my soul. Sex material is what I’m good at, but for the first time, it may not be enough.

    But not for us. We’re locked somewhere between love and hate.TARALYNN EVANSI’ve loved Shawn nearly all of my life. But college is almost over, and it kills me that he’s been with every girl in town except me. It’s time I let go of old dreams, and of this pain. I’m just not sure I’m strong enough. He’s like a tattoo . . . permanently inked on my heart.But when the foundation of my life crumble, who will be there to put the broken pieces back together?SHAWN BRADENInk, sex, and lies—that's me. I'm the guy who screws a girl against the wall and then walks. I've been pushing Tara away for years, knowing she’s too good for me, even though it burns to see her with other guys. Now she’s the one walking and I’m not sure I can handle losing her.Then tragedy rips our lives apart, and I realize too late that I wasted my chance.Love is stronger than lies . . . or is it?