I really, really don’t.He’s egotistical, crass, and my patient’s owner—which makes him totally off limits. Yep, that’s right. He owns the wiener I’m currently working on. A wiener dog—get your dirty mind out of the gutter. I’ve also worked on his spoodle, his cocker-shitzu, and a cheagle—don’t ask. (And no, it’s not a sexual position.) It doesn’t help that he also represents most of my joint-owned veterinary practice’s small clientele. We’d only just opened the doors a few months ago, and in he strode with a yelping Taco Terrier. One haughty look at our sparkling new facilities, he’d demanded royal treatment, even though I was currently finger deep up a squalling tom cat. Ever since then, he expects me to serve him.Any time. All the time. Him and his revolving zoo of dogs. One of these days, I’m going to swat him for being such a pompous ass but I can’t deny the way he handles his charges makes me want to see past the ‘do as I say and don’t ask questions’ barking exterior. But then last week…he caught me staring at his um, cough, package. His bossy commands switched to a cocky smirk. He gave me permission to do something I promised myself I would never ever do.I can touch it.If I want…

    But little did she know that Nick had dreams of his own--a nefarious scheme that nearly got her killed on the flight over the Pacific. Lucky for her, brilliant computer programmer Jack Farley was on board and quick-witted enough to crash-land the plane. Now Jack is her sole companion on a remote desert island with nothing but guava trees and sharks for company. Who’d expect the shy genius--and the least alpha male she knows--to turn out to be the uninhibited stud of her wildest dreams? Saving Genevieve’s life has made Jack a hero in the eyes of the woman he has secretly lusted after for months. Now they’re alone together in a tropical eden where they’re free to give in to their every sensual whim. But when some nasty unfinished business puts them at risk again, Gen will learn there’s nothing quite as dangerous as a fully aroused ex-nerd who’ll move heaven and earth to protect the woman he loves…

    You want to screw until you can't see straight? I'm your guy. You want to experience the best oral orgasm of your life, don't pass go and collect two-hundred dollars. Eating you for dessert is my specialty. I live for that. Skinny, average or meat on your bones, I don't care. Blonde, brunette...white, Asian, black...Are you pink where it counts? Then you're my type.I'm your guy.For the duration of our affair, I will call you Sugar because I can't bother to retain your name.That's the kind of man I am, and you will know that going in. I make sure of it.So it's not my fault her friend loved me, but She is going to make me pay for that.And I'm too addicted to her taste to walk away.

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    they have no idea the other feels the same ... yet. Kyla Anne McCall has just found out that her fiance impregnated another woman. Although she is quite relieved that she now has the out she had been too afraid to look for, she can’t help but feel hurt by the betrayal. After a heated fight that ends in her kicking him out for good, she tries her best to rebuild her optimism for her future. The dream is and has always been to have the career, the husband, the kids, the home, and the white picket fence. But now she feels as if the dream has become unattainable, just as unattainable as the man that she secretly wants all of it with. Her famous, billionaire best friend, Eric Rhodes. 'Boston's Prince', Eric Rhodes has been harboring a secret for the past four years. He’s hopelessly in love with his best friend, the stunningly beautiful, Kyla McCall ... Only problem is that ever since the day he’d met her back in law school, she’s been in a relationship with another. But when an unexpected twist in events gives Eric the window of opportunity he’s been waiting for, he finds that he can no longer defer his desire to have her as his. After deciding to focus his effort on winning Kyla's heart, Eric is hit with another twist in events, one that will change his life forever. Loving Kyla is a heart warming STANDALONE Romantic Comedy that reads like a Modern Day Contemporary Fairytale. It is the first novel of Michelle Hardin's collection of Contemporary Romance novels titled, The Love Stories Series.

    His album has gone platinum, and he's about to marry the woman of his dreams. Or is he? When Austin meets Chef Farrah Rue, there is an instant attraction between them. All Farrah Rue wants to do is concentrate on making Southern Rose Eatery successful. When Austin offers her the job of catering his wedding, Farrah knows it's the opportunity of a lifetime for her growing business. When the attraction between her and Austin heats up, Farrah does everything in her power to keep their relationship professional. Will the two manage to maintain their distance, or will they give in and submit to their hearts' desire? Southern Love is a steamy romance about life, loss, and learning to love again.

     Tamara Crichton is determined to spend the holidays with her best friend, Charlotte Wilcox and she’s not going to let little things like being nine-months pregnant, her husband Russell’s ire, or a few snow flurries stand in the way. Of course she’s not exactly planning on mentioning these things to her husband ahead of time. She’s devious not stupid. There’s going to be hell to pay when Ty and Russell find out Tamara snuck over during the storm and even though Charlotte knows she should feel a little bit bad about it she doesn’t. Charlotte loves spending time with her family and friends, and if she and Tamara had to be a somewhat devious to make it happen this year, so be it. There’s nothing wrong with the house being filled with both mischief and mistletoe, besides it’s just a slight snow storm, what’s the worst that could happen? Tamara’s water breaking, that’s what! Now it’s a race to see who is going to show up first, Santa or the baby.

    When she has to fill a delicate, embarrassing prescription the last thing she needs is a sexy-as-hell (and brand spanking new) pharmacist behind the counter. Johnson Fitzwell’s first day of his dream career also happens to coincide with the exact moment Dove needs her feminine meds filled. His glorious voice is way too loud–as in, he should be counting down the hits with Ryan Seacrest kind of loud. Thanks to Johnson’s handsome face and gorgeous jaw line, Dove dives headlong into her waking nightmare and asks for a vagina-scented cream. How could she not fall for him? Dove's only active goal now is to get Johnson to kiss her right on the lips. Either set. However, his horrible girlfriend is one of many obstacles preventing her from making that fantasy a reality. When Dove defends Johnson in the most unhygienic, unconventionally gross way in the middle of a crowded restaurant, their tender, slightly tantric relationship is off to a galloping, farting start. Each print copy of this book will be dipped in holy water by my mom, and glared at by my father as he purses his lips. Neither will help. So, drop your pants and turn to the left and cough. I hope you're not allergic to latex, because it’s time to fill your prescription. Anally.

    Serving up Nibble My Nuts sundaes and Drunken Sailor boozy shakes are as close to an orgasmic affair as she's had in months thanks to her expanding empire—until the night of her ten-year high school reunion. When Ryleigh's crush, gorgeous ex-football god Cameron Mathis, comes streaking into her life (literally—streaking), she begins to wonder if she really can have it all. Wouldn't it just figure that the moment you think life is perfect is when it falls spectacularly apart? Enter Hunter Morgan, the contractor in charge of Licked's renovations. Devastatingly handsome, and a smartass to boot, he's got his eyes on Ryleigh from the moment he finds her passed out on his couch (yeah, that's a long story). There's just one tiny complication—he happens to be Cameron's best friend. When the lines between relationships and friendships blur, and it's impossible to choose between two delicious flavors, what's a girl to do? Taste a sample of each? Or go out and get LICKED?

    And he planned to keep it that way.Until he met her.Monica Singer, an infamous blogger, is keen to discover the truth of his secret identity.During a chance meeting at a book convention, Michael and Monica form an instant connection. And soon, an industry rivalry becomes something else entirely.But as Michael starts to let his guard down, he doesn’t realize that the person he's learning to trust may be hiding secrets of her own.Secrets that could ultimately destroy everything.

     You left me in a terrible haze, and I can’t find my god damn wallet. Or my left shoe. How the hell does one lose their shoe? I have no f*cking clue. All I know is that my night started out with one thing in mind…to have a little fun. The problem with that? I can’t remember a damn thing, except one. Morgan’s soft and needy moans. It’s a sound I will never forget, and just thinking about it makes my heart race and my pulse quicken. And I want to hear it over and over again…I crave it. But Morgan’s a mystery. The harder I try, the more she resists. There’s one thing she doesn’t know about me though…I’m not one to give up. I’ll play her game. I’ll let her think she’s won. But in the end, I will have her. Because all I need is Just One Chance to prove she’s meant for me…

    Grey. “Oh my god. Who is that?” I get asked this question a lot. “Oh him?” I reply. “That’s just Ian.” Just Ian is the biggest understatement of the century. Just the Mona Lisa. Just the Taj Mahal. Just Ian, with his boring ol’ washboard abs and dime-a-dozen dimpled smile. Just Ian is…just my best friend. We’re extremely close, stuck so deep inside a Jim-and-Pam-style friendzone everyone at work assumes we’re a couple—that is until one day, word spreads through the teacher’s lounge that he’s single. Fair game. Suddenly, it’s open season on Ian. He should be reveling in all the newfound attention, but to our mutual surprise, the only attention he seems to want is mine. He’s turning our formerly innocent nightly chats into X-rated phone calls. Our playful banter sports a new, dangerous edge. I want to assume he’s playing a prank on me, just pushing my buttons like always—but when Ian lifts me onto the desk in my classroom and slides his hands up my skirt, he doesn’t leave a lot of room for confusion. I’m a little scared of things going south, of losing my best friend because I can’t keep my hands to myself. So, I’m just going to back away and not return this earth-shattering kiss—oh who am I kidding?! Goodbye Ian, ol’ buddy, ol’ pal! Helloooo mister not so nice guy. NOT SO NICE GUY is a full-length romantic comedy. For a limited time, I've also included an excerpt from my #1 bestseller THE ALLURE OF JULIAN LEFRAY!

    and the poor dear hadn't a clue. Now, twelve years later, she finds herself on the outside of the hotel room that her husband, Jon, and his mistress are currently occupying. More insulted than devastated (after all, who wouldn't want Danielle Rouge?), she runs away, if a grown woman can run away, and happens upon Malcolm Blair. Hmm ... isn't he that attorney The Boston Globe keeps raving about? Gorgeous, wealthy and available. Goodbye, Jon. Malcolm Blair's the smirking type, the politically connected type, the tap-your-phone-to-find-out-what-you're-up-to type. He's assisted fate in its quest to woo Danielle back to him and he believes he's done a brilliant job. That is, until someone begins stalking Danielle, threatening to drive away the one woman he's ever truly longed for. But no worries; he'll fix this. After all, that's what he does. He fixes things, no matter who has to suffer. He. Will. Fix. This.Jon knows that Malcolm Blair is a Boston heavy hitter who is hell-bent on stealing his wife away from him. Those mysterious flowers Danielle receives on the first day of spring, those unsigned birthday cards she's gotten for the past twelve years, all are from Malcolm Blair. The political powerhouse was aiming to seduce another man's wife. Jon can prove it. He can prove it, win Danielle back and destroy Malcolm all at the same time. Just watch him.

    Ever since his wife walked out on him and their young son, he’s only had room in his heart for two loves: the kid and cars.Roped into playing his best buddy’s gay boyfriend during a romance writers convention, the player meets the girl who’s gonna rock his world. Leelee Songchild. Shy, bashful, beautiful Leelee who blushes at the drop of a hat yet writes hardcore smut to rival Josh’s backlist of Penthouse Forum.The only problem is his hands are tied. Josh can’t stab his old friend/fake lover in the back even though all he wants to do is take luscious Leelee to bed, and maybe, love her. When the truth comes out, all hell breaks loose. Too bad romance is just for books.

    Knight.They call me Big Pickle.It’s not what you think.(Although that’s true too.)I happen to be the oldest Pickle in the family deli business. And we have the best salami.Take that one however you like.But when my father announces the franchise will go to the most profitable of the three brothers, I learn that even though I’m the biggest Pickle, I’m dead last.I hightail it to Texas to see what’s happened to my restaurant, only to find a sassy little spitfire named Nova Strong in charge.She’s amazing. She’s sexy. She’s perfectly happy to call bullsh*t when she sees it.But despite the way we nearly melt the permafrost in the industrial freezer, I have to control myself. Nova thinks I'm a new employee. She has no idea I’m only there to spy.Or that I'm her boss.As I get to the bottom of why my franchise is failing, I desperately need to know one thing:Is Nova Strong everything wrong with my deli, or everything right for me?___Big Pickle is a full-length, 300-page standalone romantic comedy full of pickle jokes, giggle-worthy references to male anatomy, and more salty language than a jar of baby dills.