Will he leave my mother for me if I told him the truth?

    I followed her to get my revenge, but I ended up captivated by her instead.BaileyI cut him off in traffic, and now he’s stalking me. Inciting his road rage will either end up being the best or worst thing I ever did.

    My Daddy’s best friend, Roman, is filling in for my Intro English professor. Roman is the perfect man, tall, dark, and incredibly handsome and has been filling my head with dirty fantasies for the longest time. He's my safe version of the darkest dreams I've been harboring lately, the older man who's not related to me, a target for my sinful desires. A casual invite for drinks at his place takes me places I’ve always wanted to go...and then farther. But what would my Daddy do when he found out? And would I be forced to choose? WARNING Suggestive scenes and swearing leaves this short, hot story best suited to those 18 years and older. Intense, dirty descriptions mean you should leave your panties at the door and have a hand free while reading. To all the husbands and boyfriends out there who are guaranteed to get some after their women read this, you’re welcome. Also…everybody in this story is above the age of consent and nobody is related genetically. So don’t feel so bad getting off so hard.

     But he’s dad’s best friend and I can’t avoid him. And do I really want to? He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. I can see that he wants me. That he wants to show me how it’s done. And I’ve grown up. I want to kiss him under the Mistletoe. I want to be his date to the Navy Ball. I want to… Stop! What am I thinking? He’s way too hot. And waaay too close to daddy. There’s no way I’m ending up in his bed. Except I already have… And I want more… This is a 110-page older man younger woman romance with a bad boy and a good girl. It is a stand-alone story with an HEA, so no cliff-hangers! Lots of steam and mature language guaranteed. Most definitely for 18+ readers.

    Mesmerized immediately with his raw masculinity and sinewy strength, her fascination turns to love as the years pass and his honest integrity is revealed. Jake Cooper manages to ignore his pretty, little orphaned housekeeper for three long years. But when she begins a subtle metamorphosis from girl to woman, he can’t control his consuming need for her any longer. It has been his job to protect the town all these years, but who will protect her from him? Excerpt: Becky clutched the plate to her mid-section, standing as still as a rabbit caught in a predators sight, when she saw the way he stood at the door, watching her. Her hands began the all too familiar shaking, and she heard a roaring sound in her ears and a crashing, splintering noise at her feet. She looked down at the broken plate and in her confusion quickly bent down to retrieve it. A sharp pain in her hand jerked her upright again. The spell was broken when his deep voice intruded on her consciousness. “Goddammit!” Becky stood immobile as he pushed off the door and was quickly upon her. He picked up her hand in his. “Becky, what the hell?” She looked down at his hands holding hers and saw a stream of blood running from a cut on her finger. She realized she had compounded her mistake by cutting her finger. The plate was in shards on the floor. She knew those plates had belonged to his mother. Tears welled in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Sheriff.” He pulled her to the kitchen and his large body crowded her against the counter as he held her hand where it was bleeding. His arms wrapped around her from behind, his chest pressed into her back as he held her bleeding finger in the pail of cold water. The water turned pink as she tried not to faint. His mouth moved to her ear. “You’re more trouble than you’re worth.” He growled the words in her ear. His warm breath caressed her face. “I’m sorry about your m-mother’s china.” Her voice wobbled from the impact of his nearness. He reached around and tugged her chin up and around so he could look into her eyes. “You know this isn’t about the goddamn china, don’t you, Becky?”

    She’s also stuck-up, spoiled, and my new stepsister.As a lawyer, I’m good at reading people. Faye has perfect hair, perfect clothes, and a perfect, cushy little life. Or so I thought.Beneath her well-honed facade, is a woman who longs for acceptance, love, and intimacy. I’ve never been very good at any of those things, but I’m a quick learner.I don’t care if she’s my stepsister. I’d do anything for Faye, my broken little pixie.Faye: Jasper is a jerk. A hot jerk, but a jerk nonetheless. Oh, and he’s my new stepbrother. He sees my designer shoes and pricey handbags and thinks he knows me. Everyone does. They don’t know the real price of living my life.When it all becomes too much for me to take, Jasper is there with a shoulder to cry on. I shouldn’t trust his sweet words and gentle touches. I shouldn’t ache for more.I shouldn’t want my stepbrother, but I’m already in too deep.

    She should be out of my reach. But she isn’t. Too young, too innocent, too wrapped up in the nasty world I reside in. I want to touch her, taste her, make her mine. Leave marks on her perfect skin. But she’s his little sister. I call her Little One.

    But he’s stunned when the “girl” turns out to be a twenty-seven-year-old American beauty, Fiona Nadide.According to a secret stipulation in her father’s will, Fiona will not obtain her inheritance and be free from guardianship unless she marries before her 28th birthday. But to Fiona, arranged marriages are archaic. She has absolutely no intention of getting married, and certainly not to a man handpicked by Bashar. The truth is, the only man she’s interested in is her smouldering guardian.As his ward, Fiona is strictly off limits to Bashar, and his advisors would be shocked if they knew where his thoughts about Fiona were drifting. Problem is, Bas can’t stop wishing he could have her for himself.

    Life consists of work at the coffee shop, chatting online with friends, and trying her best to uphold the morals she was taught in Catholic school. Her step-sister Ethel is the complete opposite. When Ethel guilts Sarah into sneaking into a party under the guise of being strippers, Sarah's entire world turns upside down. Everything she thought she knew about herself is changing, and she doesn't know how to stop it. What was supposed to be a night of trespassing and fun quickly turns into an unexpected love affair with a handsome stranger. Tristan Locke is perfect. Too perfect. And Sarah's about to learn that if something seems too good to be true, it usually is. PART TWO: Tristan Locke is perfect. Perfectly damaged. A past marred in loss has made him apprehensive to form a relationship with anyone. Until he meets Sarah Palmer. Abandoning her religious upbringing, Sarah launches into a strained relationship with Tristan. It's hard to tell what his intentions are, however, when he runs smoking hot one minute and lukewarm the next. Luckily for Sarah, she's able to get insider information about Tristan from his brother Shawn. However, Shawn might not be the good guy whom he's making himself out to be. PART THREE: Tristan Locke has secrets that run so deep they've warped his entire life. After claiming he killed his fiance, he does his best to push Sarah away. Shawn isn't about to let that happen though. Find out what happens when the truth is revealed and Sarah is forced to make the ultimate decision.

    

    Neat, swift, painless. Yet dramatic. What could possibly go wrong with Jeevan Raikar's plan? Well, this: a girls' night out happening at the graveyard next door, starring a vodka-swilling blackmailer and her dead mother. And so, Jeevan - who ought to be dead by now, mind you - is stuck with bubbly Mia, raging Tanya and sensuous Alisha. Which might seem like an enviable situation to be in, but for one tiny catch. They are all the same person. Me, Mia, Multiple is a debut that cares little for convention: a romance with a twist, a twisted romance, a romantic twister. Whatever you want to call it, you'll tear through it with sheer pleasure.

    

    

    Tierney was just trying to make it through the holiday. Neither of them knew that they were just what Santa ordered for the season.

    Are you or are you not receiving visits from three ghosts encouraging you to change your behavior?”  He squared his shoulders, but the amused expression was there. “Isn’t that just for Christmas?” “Well, I’m sorry, but it’s the only logical explanation for you to be treating me nicely right now.”  Dove Rivera has a problem. A six feet, grumpy problem right in the middle of her boardroom.After years preparing to take over her dad’s seat as the CEO of Rivera & Cruz, Dove is quickly realizing the problem of every Rivera is… Cruz.Her new business partner is hell bent on keeping things the same and he’s ready to be a roadblock. Cruz is so stubborn, not even an innocent New Year’s Eve Party will lighten up his mood.Four hours until midnight, a scavenger hunt, plenty of sushi and gluten-free soy sauce for Dove, she knows things could go smoother if Cruz lowered his walls just a little bit.But he won’t, and he can’t.Because she’s forbidden,And he is her father’s best friend. *Office rivalry, twenty years age gap. This sweet and steamy novella is perfect for a dose of love in the first day of the year!