She’s young, innocent and my kids babysitter. Oh, and did I mention she’s my dead girlfriend’s step-sister? Tor Kestrel’s life is complicated enough without falling in love with Stella. He has no business even looking in her direction. But he did, and now he can’t get her out of his head. He wants her. Reasons Tor Kestrel is not the man for me: He’s way out of my league. He barely knows I exist outside of babysitting his son. Oh, and there is the fact that he once belonged to my dead step-sister. Stella Korey has a plan. Get her degree, get a good job, and get the hell out of Lincoln Ruins. She just needs to not fall in love with Tor along the way. But the heart wants what the heart wants, and what Stella’s heart wants is Tor and his son, Mason. **This is a Novella**

    Was drawn to him in a way I’d never been drawn to a man before. He was everything I wanted. The man I dreamed about at night and looked for everywhere I turned just for a glimpse of his perfection.But I couldn’t have him.It was against the rules. Forbidden.He was my best friend’s boyfriend. I would never do that to her.Then she died.Looking at him became painful, bringing back memories of the reason we couldn’t be together. The reason I never pursued him.I had to move on and vowed never to look back in an attempt to escape him and the devastation in my heart.Yet here I stand, five years later, staring into the eyes of the man I still want. In the place I swore I’d never return to. With memories assaulting me from every angle.He’s still the picture of perfection in my eyes, making our attraction even more dangerous than it once was.The only difference... No one is standing in our way this time.

    And nothing will stop him from achieving his mission—not even a lithe, brown-eyed town veterinarian who seems hell-bent on driving him wild.Captain Tanner Wilks, honorably discharged from the U.S. Marine Corps, returns home to find his father struggling after his latest heart attack. Worse yet, Julia Heller—the sexy new girl in town that he once spent a hot night with—is the resident veterinarian who’s made a home for herself at Round Top ranch, and doesn’t seem to be in a rush to repeat their time together. It falls on Tanner’s shoulders to take on the ranch and keep an eye on his father before he falls victim to another heart attack. But Julia doesn’t appreciate Tanner coming in or pursuing her. Even if he’s hot as hell and can make her quiver with just a look. Ousting her may give Tanner the leverage he needs to corral his father, but first he has to wrestle with his own heart.

    Not when they are deep within the heart like Angela Conrad's. Ten years ago, Clancy Morgan broke her heart and even though she's made a successful life for herself, she's never gotten over that pain. Angel didn't intend to ever go back home, but when the Alumni Association asked her to return to her hometown to play for the dance at their alumni gathering, she agreed.Clancy wasn't planning to attend, but he does, and he recognizes Angela immediately. He never expected to see her again, and definitely didn't expect to see her standing up there looking like a movie star and singing like a seasoned famous country artist. She's the Angel he walked away from and has been kicking himself ever since.He made a big mistake, but maybe he can mend it, if only she'll let him. She's not so easily inclined, but he gets to know her posse of protective girlfriends, and they cook up a scheme to help her get over him once and for all. Or, maybe she'll let him win her back.

    But when I accidentally burst in on her in a, shall we say, compromising position, she’ll have to work double time to keep the tension between us at a low simmer. My mission as her new partner? To bring out the wild woman I know is there underneath the starched uniform. Only problem is, she seems dead set on discovering the past I vowed to keep hidden away.With stolen moments of forbidden passion in between arrests, creative uses for those handcuffs, and four meddling sisters who won’t butt out of Oakley’s life, this law enforcement partnership is set to explode!

    So when her grandmother claims a Cherokee Indian woman is living on a neighboring farm, she dismisses it as early Alzheimer's. Because, obviously, there is no farm nearby. Not in the present anyway. But when she follows Nana's lead, Kathryn is transported back in time to the year 1840 where she finds a young Cherokee woman left behind when her family marched west on the Trail of Tears. Forest Water is ensnared in a perilous struggle to keep her ancestral lands against a violent white man who claims the farm, and then claims her as well. Desperate to help her new friend, Kathryn becomes entangled in a battle between good and evil with much higher stakes than she imagines.Each of these young women falls in love with a man from her own time, but there are threats, both seen and unseen, that could cost them their lives.

    But I didn’t care. I was doing it anyway.My father demanded I quit nursing school because women are only good for cleaning, cooking, and making babies. Instead, an hour later I walked into a biker-owned tattoo shop and walked out with a job. It didn’t exactly mesh with the good girl image my father insisted on, but I was going to do whatever it took to follow my dreams.The fact that the tattoo shop came with a never ending supply of eye candy in the way of hot muscular bikers was certainly a bonus. And Hawk was the sexiest of them all. When I was around him it was too easy to forget everything else, and why I even took this job to begin with.But I didn’t escape my father only to end up under the thumb of another overbearing man - even if that man was as irresistible as Hawk.HawkAs soon as Heidi walked into my life, I knew I would lay down my life for her.The fiery redhead had nerves of steal but was as innocent as freshly fallen snow. All I wanted to do was throw her over my shoulder, drag her off to my bed, and keep her there until she promised to be mine forever.But she was skittish from being raised by an overbearing father, and my firecracker was determined to do things on her own. I needed to show her that being my girl didn’t mean giving up her freedom. I just had to convince her to give me a chance.Book One of the Souls of Bedlam MC Series is a steamy romance novella featuring a sexy MC bad boy and the curvy redhead he wants to possess. It has no cheating and a happily ever after.

    That was as clear as the sun goes up and the moon goes down.But for the sake of a billion dollars, will they be able to see through their differences?Follow their story and find out if their love blossoms or dies.

    Instead, her groom splits just before they’re supposed to walk down the altar at her hometown bed & breakfast. Cue her old flame and college sweetheart Jax Morris—the man who walked away when things got serious between them. Seeing her ex-boyfriend is the last thing she needs... until she needs his help to track down her missing groom.Jax has it all. His dream of being a MLB pitcher kept him alive during a tragic childhood. Now he’s playing baseball for the Major Leagues, expected to be Rookie of the Year, and life is golden. Except for the one that got away. There’s still a Claire-shaped hole in his heart. He’s never forgotten the sweet, small town girl who was his first love. But Claire’s no runaway bride. She’s not interested in a second chance with him—and he can’t blame her. He wants redemption. He just isn’t sure he deserves it.Will Claire open her heart to Someone Old?Jilted in Sawyer Creek: Four couples. One crazy wedding weekend.

     One mistake and seventeen-year-old Shake LeCasse lost everything. Now there’s no going back and no way to move forward. The once-popular Varsity hockey captain is living in the basement of a grandmother he barely knows, ditching school, avoiding friends and working hard on self-destruction. She’s the girl nobody sees. Cleo Lee survives however she can. Lie, cheat, steal, whatever it takes, and saving Mr. Popular isn’t part of the plan. Telling him the truth about the night that destroyed his life is downright dangerous. She needs to keep quiet, be smart and let the guy she’s been half in love with since middle school throw away a future she’d do anything to have. Too bad she sucks at playing it safe.

    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.

    Or they did. Their numbers decimated, the President on his deathbed, the Club becomes unrecognizable. When his cousin and her son are threatened and secrets are exposed, Chains must make a choice. Protect his family or stand with his sworn Brothers. The words that are burned in his mind are 'Blood in, Blood out'. Who's blood will it be? Will help be found within or from an allied MC? This short story was originally released as part of the TNT19 Anthology Collection and is meant as a prologue to introduce new members of the Northern Grizzlies MC collection.

    KISS THE EARTH is a collection of poetry, prose, and photography that explores the bliss of falling in love, perseverance through adversity, finding peace within one’s self, and reverence for all that this life has for us to experience.

    Jordan should have been my first… he was already my everything. My best friend, my secret crush.We were closer than siblings. Our family's weaved together an intricate pattern of lines never meant to be crossed.Until that night…We had a bit too much to drink and the heated way he stared at me made me feel that we could finally be something more. Things got a little out of hand and once the kissing started I didn't want it to stop. The time felt right and I gathered courage and told him how I felt.If only I knew how awkward things would be the next morning.

    She took a dream European vacation to push a restart button on her life, only to end up stranded in the airport. Her tour group is directed to temporary lodging in the castle--every girl's dream come true. When she meets a royal advisor with brooding eyes and broad shoulders, she's tempted to tear up her return ticket.Prince Matteo de Luca must announce his engagement at the Christmas Eve ball. There are several problems.1. The women his parents want him to marry is a troll.2. He doesn't want to get married at all.3. He's met an adorable American who makes him believe in things like love at first argument and the joy of Christmas.4. She doesn't know he's a prince.Pulled apart by centuries of tradition and loyalty to God and king, it's going to take more than a royal rebellion for these two to be together.Find out if Christmas truly is a season for miracles in this new holiday romance today!