Playboy parties are more my cup of tea. Now, I’ve got 30 days to marry or lose my billion-pound inheritance. Isabella is my saving grace, but we hated each other as teens. The eyes, the body, the confidence. Quite the goddess she’s become since high school. In between all the fighting, we must somehow pretend to be married. Wanting her as more than a “fake” fiancé was never an option. Needing her wasn’t part of the plan. But when opposing forces come between us, neither God, queen, nor country will stop me from having her. This steamy, contemporary, romantic suspense will keep you company tonight, tomorrow, and the day after. No cheating and a satisfying happily ever after!

    Now he's back in town for my big brother's wedding. And we're stuck in this chapel together. Still the same ol' Carter. Cool with a capital "C". Enough swagger to charm the panties off every cheerleader. Well, my panties aren't going anywhere. What he did to me was unforgivable. Or so I thought. He's still my enemy. But maybe we can be... frenemies?

    For our baby.I won’t keep this a secret,Even if it costs me the man I love.I could heal Aiden’s wounded soul.We could be happy together.If he can save me in time…

    Scott, comes this downright delicious peek into the male anatomy... er, mind of Hardy Richard. There are only two rules:1. Don’t get too close. 2. Don’t fall in love.Correction: Don’t ever fall in love. I don’t need the baggage of relationships. Life should be simple, easy, uncomplicated. The problem I’m faced with is, if I really believe life should be that easy, that uncomplicated, and that simple, then why am I still thinking about a woman I met on a random Tuesday at the bar? A girl who was never a Gimlet, and always a Paloma. Yep, I called it all wrong last night and I’m starting to wonder if my heart is the one that will pay the price.I might have broken rule number one, but rule number two remains firmly intact. For now. Sort of. Okay, maybe rule two hasn’t been broken, but it’s definitely been bent.

     Jamie Houston was supposed to just be Leda Riveau’s Thursday night (and maybe Friday morning) fun. After a romantic and professional disaster three years ago in Nashville, Leda is back in her hometown of Maybelle County. She has a great job, awesome brothers, and friends as allergic to emotions as she is. That's all the sweetness she needs to go along with the bitter taste Nashville left in her mouth. After all, a girl with her own hashtag - #ledagoesnuclear - cannot be expected to do relationships, no matter what her brothers think. Jamie is a serial monogamist with a three-year-old son and a long commute--he's not afraid to commit. Although the timing has never been right, he's always had a thing for Leda. He knows full well she doesn't do serious, but that was before the tension between them became explosive. What starts out as a casual Thursday night arrangement gets messy fast between interfering friends, an amazing son, a sad brother, a pushy mom, and chemistry so intense it’s scary. How does a man who needs forever win a woman who hates romance?

    The flowers are even more beautiful than you dreamed they would be. Your hair is swept up in a way that makes you look like a classy movie star from old black and white movies. All eyes are on you. Everything is perfect, Except for one minor detail... you know your fiance? The groom? Your husband-to-be? Yeah, he's a no show. Jilted bride. That's what they call a woman left at the altar, right? Jilted. That's not how I'm going down in history. To hell with my jackass ex-fiance and to hell with crying in my flowers. I'm taking that ten day honeymoon in Hawaii, thank you very much. If I'm going to go cry it out, I can at least get a nice tan while I do it. However, Hawaii had other plans for me. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined this trip would unleash a wild side to me. It all started with early morning yoga where I got some one on one attention from the drop dead sexy instructor. With his wheat colored hair, blue eyes and dimples he's got me all hot and bothered and agreeing to a date. Then the very next day I meet this dark haired, gray-eyed, intense surfer guy who gave me a private lesson. He was irresistible, I admit it, I fell under his spell. Like you'd say no to a date with him? I don't think so. I've never done anything like this before, but I'm loving my naughty little secret. Everything was going great until... they find out about each other. But to my surprise, they aren't jealous. In fact, they both want me, together... at the same time. The one thing I've learn from my honeymoon rebound is contrary to the saying, in fact the best way to get over a man is to get under two.

    SHE'S MY NEW NEIGHBOR. I'M GOING TO DESTROY HER...My name is Mason and my rules are pretty simple. I get what I want. You get what you need. And then you get out of my bed, my apartment, and out of my life. My new neighbor is a beautiful, innocent woman named Violet. She's so pure it drives me wild. I can't stop thinking about her... so I play with her a little. I test her boundaries. I make sure every time I bring a woman home, she knows. She hears the moans and screams through the wall. She blushes when she sees me. I know she likes it. I know she's curious about my reputation. It's only a matter of time before I finally take what I want from her.  Her cherry's untouched and I'm f*cking hungry for something sweet...

    No Cliffhangers and a HEA!

    Instead, I give into raw temptation and thrive on the physical aspects of what men have to offer. Unemotional, carnal connections are what I live for, and they seem to keep me in a blissfully naïve state.I’ve gone years with a different man in a different bed each night, but one glance from a ruminating stranger as he lifts my panties to his nose narrows my attraction from multiple men to only one.I’m not entirely sure how to process the thoughts and passions battling in my mind until he gives me no other choice…until I’m thrust into an unstable emotional high that I cannot seem to resist.His objective is to break me in and savor me as if I’m his favorite bottle of single malt whiskey.I’m well aware of my sensual dependencies.He’s unaware that his still exist.This novel contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.

    I’m twenty-three years old and I’m known as the town whore.No, not the kind who exchanges sexual favors for money. The other kind. The kind who gives it all away for free, whenever and however she likes. I am that girl. The one everyone whispers about and the one none of the girls seem to like, because all of their boyfriends either want to sleep with me or already have. Promiscuity is my thing—the kind that slowly, violently turns my insides black, but gives me something I need.All things considered, I’m not completely reckless. I’m safe, and contrary to popular opinion, I do have a heart. I live in a world of careless choices, and with those choices come careless people. I cannot judge them, because I am one of them. I too bow down to the altar of the self-serving. I am not a good friend. I am not and never could be anyone’s girlfriend. I’m convinced any goodness in me shriveled up and died long ago.But I am a replacement. That is something I know how to be, and this is a story of the lengths I’d go to in order to keep it that way.

    Sexy and charming, he was the whole package. After a weekend fling, we parted ways and I thought I’d never see him again.But I remembered him. I remembered him very well.How could I forget the father of my daughter?Now, I’ve been hired to take photos at an engagement party, and guess who’s the fiancé?Noah.I want him, but I have to stay away.NoahI met Jessica ‘down under’ four years ago. She was my kind of girl--- curvy, hot, adventurous and I wanted more.But I had to go back home and take care of my father’s business. So I kissed her goodbye and that was it.Only it wasn’t.Now, Jessica’s back in the picture--actually, I’m the one in the picture: She’s been hired as the photographer for my engagement party. Talk about the irony.Seeing her again makes me realize I’m living a lie.Is it too late for a game-changer?Picture Perfect is a 40k word, standalone novella with plenty of steam, no cheating and an HEA. For adult readers 18+.

    Never hesitate. Never get emotionally involved.Words I've lived by. Until her.I'm a fixer.I fix bad, embarrassing, illegal problems, for the right price.My clients are rich, famous, powerful, and very dangerous.Now I’ve got a problem of my very own: Eva Martin. She just happens to be both my best friend’s little sister, and at the center of the most explosive problem I’ve ever faced. As the body count rises around us, I’m falling for the one woman that’s totally out of bounds. Her wide innocent eyes, perfect curves, and sexy, smoky voice—she’s a liability and a weakness, but I'm unable to resist.Eva’s a risky distraction for a man like me. I'm going to make her mine, and I'll use everything in my arsenal to keep her safe.Even if it means everyone else—including me—becomes collateral damage.

    Pending

    Annie has never experienced the 'spark' with a guy-the kind of instant chemistry that steals your breath and blindsides you completely. Until a night out with friends brings her face to face with the wickedly sexy and mysterious Jack. It's not just a spark that ignites between them. It's an explosion. Jack promises to consume Annie, and he fully delivers on that promise.Overwhelmed by the intensity of their one night together, Annie slips out of their hotel room. She is certain that a man who's had such a powerful impact on her and who could bend her to his will so easily, must be dangerous. But she's already in too deep. And Jack isn't only dangerous. He is forbidden.

    Now, I’m back because she’s the only person I can trust. And I couldn’t stay away for another day.Being near me means danger for the both of us because no one leaves the mob unscathed. She’s inking over my past one day at a time and it's strictly business for her, but the flames licking at our heels aren’t just from the heat between us.But the only thing harder than leaving the mob is leaving her. I’ll show her that what we have is forever as long as I’m still breathing…Under His Ink is a 55,000 word second chance mob romance.