Just because I love two men doesn’t mean I’m trash. I grew up in a trailer on the wrong side of the tracks, and my childhood was nothing to brag about. So when Brent Larson stepped in, it was like a dream come true. Tall, dominant and assertive, the alpha male was the perfect guardian, moving me into his place. But the problem was that Jason lived there too. And I couldn’t help it, Jason was gorgeous and funny, charming my pants off, literally. So I lost my cherries, front and back … to two different men. Do you think I’m trashy now? Or do you think I’m the luckiest girl on Earth? Note: This is a sexy, smutty romance that will make your cheeks burn and your panties melt! Guaranteed HEA. For a limited time, this edition includes a bonus novella, Double Huge, for your enjoyment!

     She was too young, too pure, too beautiful and I didn’t even mention the part about being her ex-step-father. It was taboo, uncalled for, and so very wrong… But I couldn’t stop myself when she came running to me from her piece of crap ex-boyfriend. She needed a place to live, protection and I needed, no wanted a woman to call my own. I could see the curiosity in her gaze as we passed in the hall and I knew she was just as tempted as I was to find out what I was packing… What she didn’t know was that I had everything she needed and more… ...and after pushing me to the limits one too many times she was going to find out just how good I could make this for her. I was going to have her, keep her forever, and there wasn’t a damn thing anyone could do about it. **Things get a little crazy in this book so push your rational thinking to the side and dive right in. This is one taboo treat you don't want to miss out on. Grab a drink and get ready to quiver with need. Panties not required. HEA certified.**

     London’s hottest new bad boy chef is a panty-dropper. He burns his way through party girls’ bedrooms as fast as he blazes around his military-precision kitchen. He’s a face from my past I never thought I’d see again. The tattooed smooth-talking British exchange student from five years past. The one who brought me in like a moth to flame for one night of firsts... before he left me behind forever. The one who almost had my v-card. Except he’s not in my past anymore. Now I’m stepping off a plane in London to start my new job in his kitchen. London, where we’re moving because my mother is marrying his father. Yeah, not just my boss. That smug, arrogant jerk is about to be my stepbrother. He might be all grown up now - gorgeous and demanding and wildly successful. But what happens when the man who never hears no comes up against the one woman who won’t take his bullsh*t? The one that won’t submit. He wants me to beg him for it, but I won’t. I mean, I can’t, right? That would be so wrong. So deliciously wrong. I think I’m in big trouble. **This is a standalone book with a HEA; NO CLIFFHANGER!**

    Tight. Since returning from war, I've purposefully secluded myself from reality.I built a cabin in the woods, but even that wasn't reclusive enough for my needs.So I also have a cave I go to when I really want to hide out.I've never taken anyone else there. Until, by chance, I meet Michelle.Her sultry eyes and seductive hips open up something in me I thought was forever closed off.When we get trapped in the cave, it's the opportunity I never knew I needed so desperately.To tie her up. Dominate her. Control her.And find myself again in the process.She says she's game. But does she have any idea what she's getting herself into? And while my c*ck is in her, what if my heart is plunging just as deep? Caveman's Captive is a full length standalone romance with no cheating, no cliffhangers and a happily ever after. Bonus content is included for your continued reading pleasure!

    He’s bad. And he only wants one thing. Revenge. Ric Ryker spent years being called “Big Dick.” Ridiculed for his weight, shunned by all the pretty girls, snubbed by all the cool guys. But after a secret journey of transformation, he’s back—ready to take over leadership from his father at Ryker Arms—with an impressive new physique and a plan to prove them all wrong. Especially her. The one woman who hurt him the most. Annalesa—sweet, smart, stunning. And his stepsister. The girl he could never have. The girl who wouldn’t look twice at him anyway—especially in front of her stuck-up friends. Now he’s going to make her want him. Show her just what she was missing. And hurt her, just like she hurt him. He’s got the weapon and he’s taken aim—but he didn’t count on his own heart getting caught in the crossfire. This is a stand-alone novel with no cliffhanger ending.

     Dr. Vanessa Gilmore is new in town. She specializes in Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. And her first patient, Commander Ashton Hughes, needs a lot more than just her professional help. WARNING: This book contains dark and disturbing themes, strong language and over the top sexiness that may be uncomfortable for some readers! “Steady on, you'll give Joe a heart attack,” Ashton said. “He's not used to having beautiful women in here.” “I don't suppose he is,” Vanessa said, running her fingers over the worn leather seat of a Harley. “It's a motorcycle shop on a naval base.” Ashton slowly put his hands on his head, making sure she’d notice his flexed muscles. “So you like big machines?” He wondered if she would pick up on the innuendo. “I love 'em.” She looked him straight in the eye. “The bigger the better.” “Then you'll love mine.”

     I f*ck who I want. When I want. And I always leave them begging for more. I roll into town, take the best piece of ass I can find, and then move on before the sun rolls into the morning clouds. But not Lucy, the sunshine of a girl who works at the truck stop diner off Exit 276. She’s too sweet and too fragile for a bad boy like me to screw over. My past is mine to bear alone. Except one look at those gorgeous green eyes, and I’m toast. Hell, I’m only a f*cking man. And a man can’t resist what he wants no matter how hard he tries. LUCY I had big dreams for my life, but they flew right out the window when I used all my college savings to bail my brother out of an awful mess. So, now I work in the grimy truck stop diner every night, serving up greasy food to leering men. It’s the only way to get by. There’s one trucker I don’t mind so much though. Mysterious, rugged, dangerous. He’s the hottest man I’ve ever seen, and he looks like he likes to f*ck hard. Turns out he does. Now I’ve had his baby. Too bad he’s disappeared without a trace. Even though I try to hate him, I can’t get him off my mind. I want him to come back and be a father to our child. But that’s not the only thing I want. I want to give him my heart. Enjoy this sexy standalone romance, HEA guaranteed!

    I said I wanted to hook up with him, but instead of doing it, I teased him mercilessly for believing me.My mother moved us out of town before I had a chance to apologize.Years later I'm back on my home turf, trying to restore my dead father's precious bar to its glory days, but the job is impossible without help.Then the boy I bullied walks back into my life.He's not small anymore; he's hot as heck with sculpted arms and a chest so broad you could stretch out on top and have room to roll around. Yum.He says he never forgot what I did to him. He makes me a deal: he'll help fix my dad's bar... if I spend a night in his bed.I wish I could say I told him no.

    When Matthew Ritchie appears unexpectedly into Emily's organised life she feels things she has never experienced before not to mention the sex! The timing couldn't be worse however as she has just agreed to become a surrogate for her sister and husband to give them the one thing they cannot have. Things do not go to plan when her brother in law calls a halt to the procedure to allow Emily to continue her affair with Matt. Emily refuses to accept this and breaks things off with Matt regardless as she concentrates on this one last thing that she needs to do for her sister before embarking on her own life aspirations. However, It appears fate has its own idea for Emily’s future.

    But her joy suddenly turns to heartache as Matthew decides to put an end to the relationship before it begins and before she has a chance to inform him of her pregnancy.When the Montana widower learns that the woman who has been as much a friend and a temptation to him is carrying his child, his lust and desire to slake his needs inside her ripe little body escalates, but can he overcome the guilt he deals with at his wife’s death and show Zara that his heart is truly hers for the taking?

    And she’s all I want this Christmas and beyond. It’s time to convince her to take a seat on Santa’s lap and find out if she’s been naughty or nice.If she doesn’t see the gift that she is, I’ll show her just how I intend to unwrap her...*This is a short story that's part of the Santa's Coming... series. Join sixteen of your favorite romance authors as they make all of your Christmas wishes come true! Put out the milk, he’ll take care of your cookie — it’s time to take a seat on Santa’s lap.*

    However, it soon becomes strikingly apparent to Sophia that she is the true gem Bad Jack sought. Intrigued, she willingly submits to every tantalizing taboo he metes out to her.Dressed as a masked highwayman, Jack Badcock, Earl of Stafford, thinks he is acting out the fantasies of a woman he knows only through lurid letters. As Jack tames her with blindfolds, sensual spankings and an array of torrid toys, she plays her role as the abducted, submissive virgin convincingly--too convincingly. By the time Jack uncovers his fantasy lover's true identity, it's far, far too late.

    Seriously. It was a sex-fueled fun three weeks with no strings until she got possessive of my time and my money. No one tells me where to be and when to be there and no one is entitled to my fortune. I broke things off and went about my privileged life. She resurfaces nine months later with a baby she claims is mine. Can we say paternity test? She drops the kid off on my doorstep and leaves. Now I’m in over my head until a hot nanny shows up and all is taken care of. Including me... *** Cocky fitness club owner Kyler Barton is having one hell of a ride. His business is booming and his social life couldn’t be better. From society girls to strippers he’s had them all and shows no sign of slowing down. Until... the mistake he thought he was done with nine months ago delivers a surprise package. His life changes in seconds when he’s left to care for a baby he has no idea what to do with. Jenna Cranford can’t seem to find herself. At twenty-five she has no ambition to pursue a real career. When she shows up on Kyler’s doorstep hoping he’ll donate to a charity gala she’s organizing he mistakes her for his new nanny. Jenna adores kids so she gladly steps in. But for how long? Kyler is overwhelmed with the responsibility of being an instant father. Can Jenna help him become the man he needs to be for his son? There’s an immediate attraction between the two. But when Jenna’s insecurities seep through and Kyler’s ex comes back for their baby, demanding they become a family, things get a whole lot more complicated. ***The book contains mature content. ***Not intended for readers under 18.

    Tired of his condescending remarks, I decided that it was time to show him that he was wrong, so I put a plan into motion. I got a hold of my best friend, Erin, to set up a girl’s night out. My plan was to prove to myself––and Chad––that other men would still find me attractive. What I didn’t plan on was visiting the North Pole! Everyone thinks that Santa has short, little elves but I’m here to tell you that he doesn’t. His helpers all stand over six feet tall, wear Santa hats, and are more skilled than any man you’ll ever meet. (A MFMMMMMM Ménage.)

    I wanted his baby. When my father died after a horrific car crash, my mother remarried a filthy rich billionaire by the name of Donald Witherspoon. Little did I know that this union would come along with a hot-as-hell stepbrother that would become the bane of my existence. He constantly walks around the Witherspoon estate with no shirt on, showing off his washboard abs and well-defined muscles. It’s all a game to torment me, you see. He knows that I want him. After all, why else would he bring girls home night after night so that I can hear them scream his name? I knew that if I was to make him mine, I’d have to give him something very special...something that would make him mine…forever.