To my country, my best buddy and now my little boy. I’m a single dad to a little boy I never knew existed until I got home. I don’t know anything about raising babies, the only thing I know is that I need a nanny. That’s when Ashley walks into my life. Her sweet curves and soft lips threaten to distract me, but I am duty-bound, I won’t cross the line. At least until I can’t resist the way she looks at me any longer. It’s more than the way she feels in my arms, it’s the way she’s making this house a home. And then the rug is ripped out from underneath us. Our pretend family is no more. But I've never backed down from a fight. I’m going to make us a forever family. ***Sizzling hot alpha romance full length novel with no cliffhangers, no cheating, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after***

    Move to a small town don't date women that hate my guts.Unless she's sexy, has curves in all the right places and needs a fake fiancee too.Easy Right? Wrong!My usual type. Blonde with commitment issues and a little crazy.The new neighbor that hates me and my loud parties?She's not my type. But my body says that's a lie.I want to see more of those sexy curves and I can use a fake fiancée to get out of trouble with the team.Will she take me up on my offer to fake it?Will she let me convince her she's the only woman for me?A Steamy Enemies to Lovers Curvy Girl Fake Fiancée Small Town Professional Soccer Playboy Romance with a HEA and of course no cheating!

    The last thing Beth needs is Twitter’s favorite bad boy–Marc Demoda–walking into her life to stir things up.Marc lives for the three b’s; baseball, bars, and ball bunnies, until the unthinkable happened. An accident destroys his shoulder and his career, leaving him desperate to get back in the game. Too bad no one hires notorious bad boys to coach. With his reputation on life support, Marc finds his saving grace might be the feisty blonde he can’t get out of his head.When pictures of Beth and Marc’s chance encounter blow up on Twitter, they strike a deal to avoid further scandals and fix their image. But even in the harsh public spotlight, their fake relationship begins to feel real. Beth's growing feelings for Marc have her questioning if she can permanently handle the limelight, just as Marc wonders if Beth might mean more than the game.

     But then he runs the opposite direction once he meets my kid. Silas Denton. Billionaire, cocky, the man who thinks he owns the world. His family RUINED me. And now he wants to make things right. Well, guess what? I don’t need his help. And I definitely don’t need him in my bed. It should be easy for me to shove him right out the door. Except his chiseled chest refuses to leave my dreams. He might be in my fantasies. But there’s no way in hell I’m giving him my heart. We’ve both got our secrets to protect. What would happen once he discovers mine? Will this feisty single mom accept help by being rescued by her prince charming? Scroll up and one click to discover this hot romance today! All novels in the Turning Good Series have interconnecting characters, but each has a unique storyline and individual HEA.

    Andrew is already struggling to accept his PR responsibilities have been taken away from him, but the intense attraction he has for Gwen is just plain getting in the way of rational thinking—sleeping with a co-worker has always been on his to-don’t list. But Gwen challenges everything Andrew believes about love and relationships as he puts aside his heartbreaking past to have the woman he never knew he needed.Follow the sparkling fuse slowly burning with sexual tension as Gwen brings to life a sexy devil…who just happens to wear Prada. RT Book Reviews gave Must Love Fashion 4 Stars and Kirkus Reviews said it's "A strong start to a promising new romance series."

    Growing up under an iron thumb, she's never gone off script, yet as she stares at the candles on her twenty-fifth birthday, she determines to reach for more.Terrified but hopeful, Grace buys a one-way airline ticket to Lavender Island in order to visit Halstead House, the once upon a time home of the only person Grace had ever been safe with, her honorary grandmother Mary. When Grace arrives on the island she's immediately caught up in the warmth-filled life she'd always imagined.What she hadn't imagined, however, was John Lucas Halstead or the feelings he would stir in her – especially when he’ll do anything to keep her at arms length. Just as Grace is finding her feet, her mother arrives on the island uninvited, forcing Grace to decide where she’ll stand once and for all. Is it finally time to rip up the script? Or will she accept her role and return?Only Grace can decide.

    My heart now belongs to him- Antonio Robert Heart, the underboss of the Heart Syndicate that governs over New York and its five boroughs. He rules with an unwavering hand yielding the blade of his knife, but when his strong hands touch me, I become liquid. I melt into his all-consuming prowess.The thing is, he doesn't want me... even though he craves me. AntonioI don’t date. I don’t love. I don’t want marriage and I do not want children. I only allow myself companionship when the desire is there.Lilah Tomlinson was supposed to be one night-one hour at the most. I was a fool.My desire for her prevailed and I let her in... only to find out she has betrayed me. That muscle in my chest, the one she has penetrated and brought to life, it shrivels with the worst kind of anger: WRATH.***This book is a dark romance with strong sexual content and violent scenes. If you are uncomfortable with either of these situations please do not read! 18+Chapter OneANTONIOHer lips feel incredible. Her smile is one of many I have seen gazing up at me from the spare room floor of my penthouse. She licks the corner of her lip. Her smile turns mischievous. I see a glint of craziness flicker in her pupils. Oh, yeah, the next hour or two will be fun. What she doesn't know is that her time is limited. I'll use her just like she is using me. She uses me for who I am-for the stature and clout I hold predominantly in the state of New York, but across the country as well. The society girl just moved up the ladder a couple of notches by getting to spend the night with the infamous Antonio Heart, the bad boy of New York City. Though, she is only getting a couple hours out of me. I sound arrogant as fuck, I know, but it is what it is and will always be that way. I use her only for what she was genetically born with. There will be no insta-love at the end of this transaction. She is disposable. I'll throw her out before she can take that post orgasmic breath. My fingers grip the brown hair at the back of her head. I let my knees relax and sink into the rhythm of her ministrations, allowing her to freely perform for me. Because that’s what this is. A performance, an act… it’s all fake. I need what she has, and she wants what I can give her. I'll give her that minute she needs to make herself feel good. Then I'll take over. No one but one man governs me. Whether she thinks it or not right now, I am in control. I am always in control. I let my eyes close, letting myself feel what's happening to my body. Damn. It's been a minute. I release a breath, relaxing further. Between being exhausted of spending time with self-boasting, fake women that fall into the starfish position and wait for the magic to happen when they get here, and redoing my newly acquired club, Temptations, I can't remember the last time I actually enjoyed a blowjob. Another minute passes before I’ve had enough. She is lucky I have let her have this long. I hear the familiar chirp from my phone sitting on the edge of the mattress, alerting me of an incoming message. I ignore the first chirp but then three more consecutive alerts sound. My blood starts flowing, becoming a virulent serpentine gliding through my veins. Not from the woman on her knees in front of me, although she is pretty talented with her tongue, but because I know that those consecutive messages are ones I have been waiting for. I need to move this along. She’s playing with me, which was fine for the moment, but now it’s not. I’m halfway there. My fingers twist in her overly stiff hair she primped to what she thought was perfection for a night out club hopping. I knock her hands away from my swelled length and let my hips take over. The repetitive flexing of my hips progress to a faster speed as the seconds tick. She lets out a long moan. My phone chirps again and again. My shoulders tense because of the alerts and my thighs mirror my shoulders. I am close. I can feel it in my bones, they got him. I need to hurry this along. With three more thrusts, I plunge as deep as I can with a release so strong my knees almost buckle. She gasps at the sudden unexpected surge of salty heat. No warning was needed. She knew what she was down there for. My energy is momentarily zapped. My breathing is still heavy when in one swift moment, I pull from the warmth of her mouth, tuck myself away, refasten the zipper to my slacks, and lunge for my phone. I hear her whine from behind me. I take the steps away, creating more distance. Always alert, I hear her fumble. I turn back and glance at her. I shouldn’t have turned my back on her to begin with. My screen comes to life with the print of my finger and so does my lineage. A lifelong blood oath is now rapidly flowing through my veins with the speed of revenge as its leader. I’m re-energized from the thrill of the business that awaits. I survey the woman that holds my semen in the hollow of her insides. “Time to go.” I reach down and grab her purse off the bed and toss it to her. Her mouth flaps open, becoming unhinged. Quickly, she snaps it shut. Her eyes become slits and her jaw tenses, clenching with each fuck you sentence forming in her head. Before she can formulate those words, I advance in her direction. “I said it’s time to go. I won’t tell you again…” I add insult to injury when I can’t remember her name. Honestly, I don’t think I even asked her what her name was. It didn’t matter, she won’t get a second go with me. I have my regulars. They know the deal.I’m in. I’m out.“You don’t even know my name!” She slaps her purse against her thigh.“No. Now get out!” ********I slammed the gearshift into first gear. My black Testoni-covered foot hits the accelerator with force. With a jerk of the wheel, I peel out into the back alley, black tread left behind to melt into the asphalt. I speed through the city streets, heading towards the warehouse that holds my men and the man they captured–the rat that betrayed the family. The closer I get to my second home the more the usual smell of iron and sea air fills my senses. The metallic sting is an igniter to every fiber of my being and a catalyst for an explosion of electrifying currents that snap every nerve ending. Every single time that distinct smell fills the air, it punches me in the gut and brings me right back to my first kill–the day I became a Made Man. It was the same day I made my boss proud and my father mournful. My cherry was popped with a man who betrayed the family. A man who pledged his allegiance to protect and serve. The price for his disloyalty was his life. My father gave me the honor and without a second glance, at the age of fifteen, I took the offered gun from my predecessor, the one he had engraved with my name, the one I still have today sitting in my safe at home, and I put a bullet right between the rat’s eyes as I recited our family motto. Family is everything.Family protects you.Without family, you have nothing.If you betray one of us, you betrayed all of us.

    Founded my media company at sixteen. Billionaire at twenty-five. No-one could stop me. Not even my arch-enemy, who tried everything in his power to bring me down. I was heading for global domination.Until I met her.I was mesmerised. I was obsessed. I needed her like I needed the earth beneath my feet. As my life and business fell apart, piece by piece, she held me and made me forget it all. And then she was gone.I was a child prodigy.I knew the answer to every question.Except one. Who is Jade Bardot?JadeI had no idea who Quinn Sullivan was. That should have made it easier.I was supposed to ruin him.My aim was to uncover his secrets, unveil his weaknesses, unearth his flaws.My task was to rip his world apart.My weapon was seduction.They all see beauty, but the beast is in my heart.I was supposed to ruin him.But what I did was so much worse.

    Widowed with a son, he feels completely unqualified to raise him alone. He's forced to face the fact that he's a little too much like his dear old dad...i.e. Bury yourself in work and let the nannies take care of the rest. Until fate steps in and forces him to a dead stop.The beautiful and sexy nurse, Ella Palmer, is happy to point out all of the ways in which he falls short.This only makes him want her more.Ella Palmer grew up on the wrong side of the tracks.She has had to work hard for everything she has ever gotten. Nothing has been given to her and she believes that nothing is for free....There are always strings attached.And there are definitely strings attached to Kyle Bennett.Caring for his motherless six-year-old is a piece of cake.Taking care of the sexy billionaire father and not jumping his bones...not so much.As Ella's resistance wears down the sexual tension sparking between them ramps up. Suddenly Ella can't remember why she had such a silly rule about keeping her work and play separate.Seduced by a Billionaire is a sexy, stand alone romance that will touch your heart and leave you breathless. This story will appeal to fans of Nora Roberts, Bella Andre, and Melody Grace.

    I’m a Vice Detective, and I made an oath to protect the people. I’m always focused, and I always get my guy.Nothing can throw me off my game…until I see that gorgeous brunette bartender.One look at her, and my oath to protect and serve the city suddenly became…protect and serve her.SerenaI swore off men six months ago after a bad breakup, and even though it was the best decision of my life, I’ve never been lonelier. And…hornier.But no man is worth the trouble—that is, until this tall, dark, and oh-so-mindblowingly-sexy man walks into my bar.Something about him makes me throw inhibition to the wind. He’s dangerous—and he might be one of the bad guys. And nothing has ever scared or excited me more.Dominic: Badge Bunnies 1 is an insta-love, happily-ever-after, STEAMY romance. No cliffhangers, no cheating. This is a standalone story part of the BADGE BUNNIES series.

    . .  except for that one time. I knew I shouldn't but he was so hot. Steamy. Passionate. It was incredible. I left him a note the next morning but he never called.Next thing I know, I’m pregnant. Me and my little girl have made it through but it’s been hell.Now he’s back but he doesn’t know the half of it—doesn’t know about his daughter . . . our daughter.His hotness made me do a stupid thing five years go, but not this time.If he thinks he can freakin’ waltz back into my life . . . My little girl absolutely loves the guy though and, well, he’s got a billion dollars coming to him. F***! Bobby I had her for one night.It was hot. It was right. It was incredible. I’ve never really shaken her from my thoughts. It's still the best night of my life and, trust me, I've had plenty of Netflix and chill action since.But she was gone by the morning. Fine. I can play that game, too. So I bolted--got the heck outta dodge. Now I got a billion bucks coming my way.One catch, though: I've got to get my shit together and clean up my act.Or else my uncle’s money goes elsewhere—to my shitty cousin.But f*** the money, no one’s gonna mess with my woman—and my daughter.Their mine. I’ll do what I have to protect them. To make things right.So bring it on. This is gonna be fun.

    Her new client is the darkly handsome stranger she had met before in a club under scandalous circumstances.Sparks fly and awareness buzzes, but she resists the strong attraction towards the brooding billionaire. And when she finally decides to give in, she shockingly discovers that the man she is falling for has spun a passionate web of wicked lies she is unable to escape...Bhargav Varma is known for his icy control and meticulous planning, especially when it comes to destroying his enemies. But a chance encounter with a beautiful woman changes it all.Although his plans to avenge a past family betrayal weren't supposed to include the beautiful architect he deliberately hired, he is determined to claim the woman who vows to hate him and fight him with a burning passion...Wicked Lies is a standalone contemporary romance.

    until he appeared.Lincoln-the swim team captain turned tech billionaire.Gorgeous, clean-shaven, and... oh so vanilla. There's no space for him in this dark world of hers.Especially if she wants to leave the past where it belongs and her secrets hidden.DANCING WITH LIES is a full-length novel containing mature language and adult scenes. It's the first book in the Barre To Bar series.

    She has a wonderful son and a business she loves. Though challenged to make ends meet, she’s come a long way from the tough times she endured as a teenage mom. With the busy Christmas season ahead, things are looking up, until Scrooge himself arrives intent on putting a huge resort next to her inn—a resort destined to put her out of business. Wealthy business developer Rob McKenna is coming back home to the tiny town of Pinetop, Colorado to tie up loose ends. After the death of his mother, he’s inherited her Victorian home, her dog, and hundreds of acres of land he plans to develop into a resort and sell. It all seems so simple until he runs into Celia Roberts. In high school, she was the “it” girl, and he was nobody. She dated the bully, and he was the target. Now he’s back, and she’s single, and as beautiful as ever. However, she’s the only thing standing between him and his plan to get in, get rich, and get out of town. He wants to move the small town into the future. She wants to preserve the past. Can the magic of Christmas leave them both with full hearts and bright futures or will one of them end up with nothing under the tree?

    The letter was not meant for me to read.
It was for Delilah.
She’s beautiful.She’s perfect.She’s loved.
She’s everything I want to be.
And I need to know who wrote the letter.
Why?
You might think I’m crazy… but I’m in love with the person who wrote it.
Even if I’ve never met him.