A fierce bodyguard. A broken hero. Illya is as fragile as a flower. She’s been through enough. One more blow and she’d wither away. Her lips quiver when I come near her. They are desperate to kiss mine. I’d take all of her. Own her soul. Run my fingers over her scars. Her scars may be deep. But they’re not nearly as strong as my obsession to make her mine.

    Now, only he can protect her.Jacob Sawyer… His name sends shivers down my spine. A dark rebel with penetrating green eyes.I shouldn't have broken his heart all those years ago.Because now he hates me.I’m the last woman he wants back in his life.But I'm in danger.And he’s the toughest homicide detective in Richmond. A big bad alpha.Intimidating. Tall. Dangerous.The only one who can solve this case. Can he push aside our past and help keep me safe?From USA Today Bestselling Authors Jenny Foster and Jolie Day comes Protecting Her. Nobody can resist the explosive appeal of Jacob and Clara—a top-of-the-line story, a steamy romance, and an ending that will surprise everybody. Warning: Adult readers only.

    Ryan grew up hot. And his perfect kiss just saved my life.Teasing eyes. Tempting lips. Muscles that could stop traffic.No wonder he’s a soap opera star.My voluptuous curves melted against his hard abs, and the next thing I knew, I was pregnant.My little brother’s gonna murder him, but only if he finds out.I’ve never been good at keeping secrets, and Ryan’s doing all he can to pry this new one out of me.What happens if I tell?The only thing worse than losing my family would be losing him.Has love always been a four letter word?

    I'm the collateral. It wasn't supposed to be like this. My life was simple. Carefree. Mundane. I thought I knew everything about my past...and about my father. That was before he stormed in. Beautiful and strong, I knew immediately he was trouble. But I didn't think he was deadly. I was wrong. A man like him gets what he wants...and he wants me. Not just for one month, but for forever.

    Seriously. The guy is like a potassium addict. Of course, I touched it. If you want to get technical, I actually put it in my mouth. I chewed it up, too... I even swallowed.I know. Bad, bad, girl.Then I saw him, and believe it or not, choking on a guy's banana does not make the best first impression. I should backtrack a little here. Before I ever touched a billionaire’s banana, I got my first real assignment as a business reporter. This wasn’t the same old bottom-of-the-barrel assignment I always got. I wasn’t going to interview a garbage man about his favorite routes or write a piece on how picking up dog poop from people’s yards is the next big thing. Nope. None of the above, thank you very much.This was my big break. My chance to prove I wasn’t a bumbling, clumsy, accident-prone walking disaster. I was infiltrating Galleon Enterprises to follow up on suspicions of corruption. Cue the James Bond music.I could do this. All I had to do was land the position as an intern and nail my interview with Bruce Chamberson.Forget the fact that he looked like somebody carved him out of liquid female desire, then sprinkled on some "makes men question their sexuality" for good measure. I needed to make this work. No accidents. No disasters. No clumsiness. All I needed to do was hold it together for less than an hour.Fast forward to the conference room before the interview, and that's where you would find me with a banana in my hand. A banana that literally had his name on it in big, black sharpie. It was a few seconds later when he walked in and caught me yellow-handed. A few seconds after that was when he hired me. Yeah. I know. It didn't seem like a good sign to me, either.

    Spending his days fighting flames in Nashville, TN, his best nights are spent at home with his favorite girl—his daughter, Livie. With no time for distractions, he has no room in his life for other females—not even a sassy blonde-haired beauty and the first woman to spark his interest in years. Ezra doesn’t have the time to get involved. So, he walks away without getting her name, or giving his… HANNA HAS NO INTEREST IN SETTLING DOWN. She can’t even commit to a hair color, an address to call home, or a man. Too busy with her career as a traveling nurse, a relationship is the last thing she needs or wants. So, it’s inconvenient when she falls—literally—for the one person as uninterested in love as she is. At least that’s what she’ll keep telling herself. Will a spark turn into a wildfire, or will their love go down in flames?Burning Love can be read as a standalone, has steamy scenes and an HEA.

     That’s all this was supposed to be. I came to Sin City with my best friend to celebrate my much-needed divorce. For once, I want to be the one with no care about tomorrow. That’s when he catches my eye. I watch as he works the room, and the women in it. He’s everything I hate in a man, but the epitome of what we all want. Sexy. Confident to a fault, and a smirk that will melt your panties. He’s everything my ex-husband is. As our eyes meet, I decide to give him a dose of his own medicine, show him how it feels to be used. Tonight, I’ll be the woman everyone stares at when she enters the room. The one I am in the boardroom, who takes no prisoners. I’ll be the one to bring him to his knees and leave him just as fast. I’ll be that woman. For One Night

    The girl I can’t touch.That’s what her uncle says, anyway… but even if he controls her, he doesn’t control me.When I see her walking back and forth in the office lobby, her long legs swishing, beautiful curves swaying, and those cherry-red lips, I decide right then: she’s going to be mine.Chianna:My first day on the job I swore I’d be professional. No mistakes. Pure and well behaved.Chris changed all of that.He’s powerful, rich, and when he smiles at me, it makes me weak.If my uncle finds out about us I’ll lose more than my dream internship.Can I keep what I’ve done a secret with Kris tempting me over and over to break the rules?

    Sure, he's a gorgeous, perfect specimen of the human race, but I can't bring myself to hit on a total stranger. However, my best friend-slash-colleague Vince Carson thinks I should do more than talk to the guy. In fact, he's borderline obsessive about "getting me laid." (His words.) But the more time we spend together, the more it's clear: The one I'm falling for is Vince. Vince: Jackie Butler's got it bad for some pompous, over-pumped A-hole who struts his stuff past her window. That doesn't bother me. I know she deserves nice things. What does bother me is that she friend-zoned me big-time last year, so I can't ask her out myself. But what if I set her up with Mr. Steroids? Then, when he breaks her heart, I can swoop in and save her like the nice guy I am. Everything's going according to plan . . . until we share a ridiculously epic kiss. And suddenly anything is possible.

    WHEN HE FALLS ~Maggie~ I thought I had found the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with – until he ran off with my best friend on our wedding day. I had to get away from it all - my meddling mother, the cheating couple of the year, and the embarrassment of being stood up at the altar. My sister’s house in San Francisco is the perfect escape. I can get lost in a big city where nobody knows who I am, where I can mend my broken heart in silence. But someone crashes my pity party. Zach Faustino was the quiet boy who lived next door ten years ago. He was my first kiss and - if a young heart can be trusted - my first love. That was before he and his mother left without saying goodbye. Ten years have shaped him into an irresistible, charming young man. But the same ten years have also sharpened his edges, his dark past paving the way to a career that could end in a heartbeat. And despite it all, Zach hopes to change my mind about giving love another chance. But is a broken heart a willing heart? And if we’re both broken, is a second chance at love enough to fix us?

    Two people as different as fire and ice. There's me. An ambitious, committed, head-down-no-nonsense kind of girl who doesn't need distractions in the workplace.Then, there's him: a self-obsessed, arrogant, flirtatious, entitled, class A jerk who wastes time hanging around the water cooler flirting with my female colleagues. And I see them batting their lashes back at him. Ugh! What they see in him is beyond me.Well, beyond his sparkling blue eyes, thick jet black hair, straight nose, strong jaw, mile-wide shoulders, muscles that flex and bunch up when he rolls up his sleeves, and that flat stomach, there's just nothing really interesting about him.The closest I ever get to him is when he brushes past me on the way to his office. Which, of course, is perfectly fine with me.Thankfully, I don't have to work with him. Nothing could be worse.Then out of nowhere my boss drops his nightmare bombshell.We have to work together!Don't look at me like that!It wasn't like I had a choiceIt'll be painful, but I decide to grin and bear it. Closing the deal is all that matters.Anyway, there's no way I would allow him to ruin my career.Even if a rational woman could drown in those blue eyes, and his smooth voice makes desire flare up like wild fire through her sane body.A full length steamy office standalone romance with guaranteed HEA.

    The raven-haired beauty on the train. I spilled my coffee on her, and she cursed me out. Two weeks later she was back. But she was different. Instead of tearing into me, her sparkling green eyes begged me to make her laugh. Her delicious, plump lips ignited my desire and made me forget the girl who got away. But something’s wrong. She doesn’t remember me. Acts like we just met. I don’t know if she’s messing with me, or if it’s something deeper. But I’m going to find out. I was hurt once. Never again. I’ll prove my love to Tamara and the twins growing inside her. Life used to be boring, now it’s a roller coaster. This time, the girl’s not getting away. This time, I’m chasing after her.

    Okay, so I’d had a bad day and took it out on a bystander in a pizza shop. But there’s nothing innocent about Ally Morales. She proves that her first day of her new job… in my office… after being hired by my mother.So maybe her colorful, annoying, inexplicably alluring personality brightens up the magazine’s offices that have felt like a prison for the past year. Maybe I like that she argues with me in front of the editorial staff. And maybe my after-hours fantasies are haunted by those brown eyes and that sharp tongue.But that doesn’t mean that I’m going to be the next Russo man to take advantage of his position. I might be a second-generation asshole, but I am not my father.She’s working herself to death at half a dozen dead-end jobs for some secret reason she doesn’t feel like sharing with me. And I’m going to fix it all. Don’t accuse me of caring. She’s nothing more than a puzzle to be solved. If I can get her to quit, I can finally peel away all those layers. Then I can go back to salvaging the family name and forget all about the dancing, beer-slinging brunette.AllyHa. Hold my beer, Grumpy Grump Face.Author’s Note: A steamy, swoony workplace romantic comedy with a grumpy boss hero determined to save the day and a plucky heroine who is starting to wonder if there might actually be a beating heart just beneath her boss’s sexy vests.

    Being a romance novelist comes with its perks but when Ethan Rochester enters my life and interrupts my solo writing retreat, my world turns upside down.I write about guys like him for a living—sexy and charming, yet reluctant to get into a serious relationship. His body’s the ultimate temptation, but his condescending personality makes him a notorious heartbreaker.When we’re forced to be neighbors, he makes me forget my rules, and soon my upcoming deadline isn’t the only thing I’m dreading.*Can be read as a complete stand-alone! Formally titled Falling for the Bad Boy. Content has not changed.*

    The throwing part is where the cliche ends for me. He doesn't look endeared by the incident, nor amused. He looks mad as freaking hell. My brain freezes, mental capability flees, and I look away from his penetrating gaze, but that brings my focus to his chest, where coffee drips down onto his doubtless expensive shoes.I want to die. I have never wanted to die before, but if a magic wish were granted me now, I would happily cease to exist. I've just thrown a full and very hot cup of coffee all over my very hot new boss.