He was devastatingly gorgeous. Dark hair. Ripped body. Piercing blue eyes that contrasted perfectly with his dark complexion. He had a smoldering gaze that made everyone around him fall in love with him. My friends used to joke that if Cole looked at you, you’d have your panties off by the end of the night. And it was true. He’d slept with most of my friends, and any other hot girl he happened to want. It had been infuriating when we were younger. He’d had things handed to him because he was beautiful and smart and good at sports. No one at school had cared about the fact that he was poor or that he lived in Culver City, which everyone knew was full of drugs and prostitution. I hated him because he was everything I wasn’t. He was outgoing, I was shy. He was smart, I made mediocre grades. He was special, I wasn’t. But the biggest reason I hated him was because he left us. He left me. COLE I should have left. I should have turned around and walked out of there and never came back. But I didn’t. Stop, I told myself. That’s your stepsister. She’s off limits. But nothing was off limits. I had money, good looks, and power. And those things made it easy to get whatever you wanted. I should have walked away. But I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I wanted her. And I always got what I wanted.

     He's also intoxicating as hell. Jaret Black is the very definition of bad boy. I can't stand him, but I can't deny that he's panty-melting sexy. And the day after he took my virginity, I found out our parents were getting married. Great. Four years later, we'd lost touch. After all, I had mentioned that I couldn't stand him, right? Until one day, out of nowhere, Jaret ends up back in my life. And in my bed. Oops. But this time, there are consequences to my crazy romp in the sack. And I'm not sure if I can survive them. If we can survive them.

    1. Don't fall in love in high-school.2. Get through senior year and snag a full-ride scholarship to college.3. Get the hell away from my irresponsible mother.I didn't think that was too much to ask for, and I've worked damn hard to make it a reality. Until my mother went and did the unthinkable!She's pregnant.Yep, the woman-child only went and got herself knocked-up by a man who lives on the other side of the country.As if it wasn't bad enough to uproot my life six weeks before senior year, Mom's new beau comes with baggage.A sweet stepsister, Amelia.And the b*stard of all b*stards, Rourke.Rourke is a senior like me, and he doesn't want me in his town, much less his home. He's also hell bent on making sure I know it. Thing is, I don't want to be there either, and if Rourke expects me to swan in and kiss his ass to make him like me, he has another thing coming.I'm nobody's bitch and he's about to learn that...Endgame is a feisty standalone romance. Due to its explicit content, bad language, and graphic sexual content, Endgame is recommended for mature readers of seventeen years and above.

    It’s obscene. And it’s dangerous… I can’t frickin’ stand Nate Sloane. He’s a foul-mouthed, arrogant son of a billionaire who can’t keep his you-know-what in his pants, and the sight of him makes me want to hurl despite his perfect face and panty-dropping body. I’m a sensible, straight-A student who just graduated as valedictorian from Oakover Academy on a full scholarship. Getting involved with Nate for just one steamy night a few months ago was a huge mistake…and it won’t happen again. But now my Mom is engaged to his Dad. Great. Luckily, I only have to spend the summer with them all in one house before heading off to college. Should be easy, right? Wrong… **Warning: This book contains lots of HOT sex, adult language and some violence. If this is not the kind of stuff you like to read, skip this book. Enjoy!**

     I don't have time for men when I'm raising my daughters alone – especially an obnoxious jerk like my new neighbor, Quentin. Tattoos, muscles, ego. I told him to move his car and he sprayed me with a hose. We make each other furious, and he gets me wet. I should have slapped him, but I let him drive me to work instead. He ended up driving me wild. He won't share his number, tell me what he does... but one look and I'm begging to be his, one touch and my panties hit the floor. I know he's wrong for me, but he feels so right. I'm falling for the bad boy next door. --- I kill people for a living. I never thought I'd get in trouble for refusing to murder someone. I was supposed to kill all the witnesses. When I couldn't pull the trigger on an innocent girl, I became a marked man. Now, I'm stuck in the 'burbs, laying low and trying to blend in. Just one problem – my new neighbor, Rose. She showed up on my porch complaining about my car. I had to slam the door in her face before I pulled her inside, pinned her to the wall, and took every sweet inch of her. I shouldn't do this. I shouldn't let her in. But I can't stop thinking about this firecracker moaning underneath me every waking second. I'm poison to her and I don't need a girl, but when I lay eyes on her all I want is to keep her in my bed forever and pleasure her until she forgets her own name. She's mine and nobody's taking her from me. I'll put my lips all over this woman if it's the last thing I do.

    When my stepbrother, Elec, came to live with us my senior year, I wasn’t prepared for how much of a jerk he’d be. I hated that he took it out on me because he didn’t want to be here. I hated that he brought girls from our high school back to his room. But what I hated the most was the unwanted way my body reacted to him. At first, I thought all he had going for him were his rock-hard tattooed abs and chiseled face. Then, things started changing between us, and it all came to a head one night. Just as quickly as he’d come into my life, he was gone back to California. It had been years since I’d seen Elec. When tragedy struck our family, I’d have to face him again. And holy hell, the teenager who made me crazy was now a man that drove me insane.I had a feeling my heart was about to get broken again.Stepbrother Dearest is a standalone novel. **Contains graphic sexual content and harsh language. It is only appropriate for adult readers age 18+

    A brand new Tiffany's ring. 2. A lavish home on Heartbreak Hill. 3. Three privileged stepsons.The last thing I expected was to fall for one of them, least of all Thayer Ames.Beautiful, brooding, and untouchable. I knew it was a bad idea. He warned me himself. But he was a thunderstorm, and I never could resist the rain. It was perfect…Until it wasn’t. One night was all it took for our world to crumble, leaving only secrets and lies between us. Now, I have to face him again, but the boy I used to know has become the man who loves to hate me.

     It’s his fault for leaving his door open while he was getting changed. I've seen my stepbrothers gorgeous, ripped body before, and have been half in love with him since he moved into my house. He’s cocky and sexy and when he calls me princess I want to punch him in the mouth. But I’ve never seen a d*ck that big, and now that I have I can’t seem to think of anything else. I want him, but crossing the line could risk the happiness of our new home. Harrison would never make the first move, so I guess I’m going to have to find a way. And the masked Halloween party at his best friend’s house seems like too good an opportunity to pass up.

    A really, really big one. He’s a swaggering, cocky prick who blows through women the same way he roars around town on that motorcycle of his - fast. Sure, I wasn’t supposed to be sneaking out to bars or singing at open mics, but that didn’t give him a right to talk to me like that. No one’s ever said those things to me before - filthy, raunchy, crude suggestions that made me literally run for the door. Suggestions I wish didn’t make me feel so funny inside. But hey, no big deal, right? It’s not like I’d ever have to see that smug, foul-mouthed jerk ever again. If only he weren’t standing with that cocky smirk on my front porch right now, right next to my father’s new fiancé. His mother. Yeah, that unbearable prick is going to be my new stepbrother. OK, he’s gorgeous, and every time he looks at me I can practically hear him whisper deliciously dirty things in my ear. And maybe something about his cocky swagger makes me think I should break some rules for once. ...Maybe something about him makes me not so sure I want to go to college still holding on to my V-card. But I definitely don’t want to lose it to my stepbrother. Ew. So why can’t I stop thinking about it? **This is a standalone book with a HEA; NO CLIFFHANGER!** This edition also includes a FREE BONUS BOOK - Heat: Book 1 in the Soldiers of Fortune Series (approx. 60,000 words)!

    He's always been that way. Why do girls trip over their own feet just to be with him? I don't know! I'll never understand it. Don't they realize he's just going to ditch them after a couple of weeks? Yes, he can be nice when he wants to be. It's true that he's ridiculously attractive, too. It's not like I want to stare at him when he walks around shirtless, but it's hard not to notice someone like him. He's got that bad boy smile that makes you want to... Did I mention he's my stepbrother? Ick. What? You think I'm falling for him? Nope! It's impossible.

    I'm pregnant, and the father of my child is the one man that I can't have. He's intelligent, muscular, and oh-so-sexy. He's also my stepbrother. Ian got off on tormenting me for years, using my silly crush to humiliate me over and over. However, things have changed since he joined the Army. I've grown up, filled out, and come into my own. Even though he was leaving in a month, I soon realized that I would do anything, take any risk, to keep him in my life. Especially if I could give him the one thing he had always wanted... A baby.

    For years, he’s always been there, at my side. We’ve played together, laughed together and even cried together. But then our relationship turned really weird. 

 Anytime he was near, I found myself filled with sinful thoughts, and when he touched me, it felt like I would burst into flames. Soon, just being in his presence became too much to bear. I started avoiding him at all costs, and when I did encounter Stefan, I would act like a cold-hearted bitch to him so he would never suspect my true feelings. 

 But sometimes, the things you hide have a way of coming to light...when you least expect them.

    At the hotel pool. The beach.My innocence.We had a deal. Just one time, and nothing more, and I'll never forget the memory of his rock hard body over mine, his hard muscles clenching as he claimed me, as he made me scream out in pleasure.I don't need some MMA cage-fighting bad boy thinking I'm his, even if he makes my panties melt.I definitely don't need to be sharing a room with him on a family vacation for two weeks. Alone.But then things go horribly wrong, and Chance is the only one who can get us out.Before, I hated wanting him.Now, I just hate that I need him to save my life.---I turned a good girl bad...I'm not looking for a wife, just a hot lay.I wanted a taste of Cassie the second I saw her.Hit it and quit it never sounded so damned good.If only it stayed that way. Now, she's my stepsister, and knowing she's off limits just makes me want her more.I can't even look at her without wanting to tear her clothes off and feel her uncoiling around me.Without wanting to take every sweet inch of her again. And again.When I hear her old man's gotten her into trouble with the mafia, I lose it.I'll do anything to protect her, make her mine, and tame her lips for good.Nobody endangers what's mine. I'll never abandon what's mine.

    Carry on. An ass you could bounce a quarter off of. That’s the sight that greets me of my new roommate as he f*cks a blonde on the kitchen table. That’s right before I get an eyeful of his giant cock. Cue wet panties. Oh, and did I mention he’s a Navy SEAL? One semester. That’s as long as I have to last—and then I’m gone, graduated, off into the real world. But can I survive that long without becoming … his plaything?

    Remember that name. You'll recognize me from three things: my flawless English accent, the rugged body I earned in the Marines, and the revolving door attached to my bedroom. If you're lucky, you might know me from the fourth... My rightful birth claim. the staggering, generations-old inheritance in my near future. I've got big plans for the future, and no reason to screw it all up... Until I met her... Call me Clara. My life is uncomplicated... just the way I like it. I spend my nights with a wide, fake smile and an hors d'oeuvre tray on my palm. It's a thankless job, exposing me to the worst of the rich and prodigal... but I know my place in the world. If that's the closest to the glamor I can get, I'll take it. But then I met Dalton... He's crass, vulgar, but surprisingly warm. I saw something in him that night that I just couldn't ignore... and discovered a secret that threatened to separate us forever... Arrogant Brit comes is a full standalone romance novel with a HEA and absolutely NO CLIFFHANGER.