Filthy mouth. Big… gun. What else does a woman need? Colt I’ve been shot at by armed Militias. I’ve taken over fallen cities. I’ve protected the country I love and I’ve lost more friends than I can count. In a nutshell: I’ve seen it all. So you think some journalist can use me for my war stories? Hell no. But when she bends over at the bar, I can’t help but stare at that lush, hour glass frame. One taste is all I need and I’ll do anything for it. If it’s a story she wants, a story is what she’ll get. After all, she said she’d do anything for this. Lena I’m not an idiot. Men like Colt Sterling are bad news, even if he is a Navy SEAL war hero. Tall, brooding, and waiting for the world to burn, this guy is bad. His ripped body and cocky attitude tell me to stay away. But as a journalist, I need my story. One story for one night. That’s the deal. But now he’s not letting go. And I’m begging for more. **Bound and SEAL’d is a standalone bad boy romance novel with a HEA and absolutely NO CLIFFHANGERS!**

    She has until the end of the week to come up with a breathtaking shot or she’ll be replaced. And there’s a sudden model shortage; they’re out of season.The old, depressing problem: she hasn’t had a date, sex or a relationship in over two years.She also has one hell of a headache.Hope finds the cures for her two problems during a search through Wal-Mart for a painkiller to kill her headache.Turns out the aisles of the retail giant are rampant with hot young model worthy specimens. And when her trusty Ford Taurus breaks down in the parking lot, a hunky mechanic in the Tire and Lube Express department fixes more than just her car.Seemingly her troubles are good as gone…but then her new, fabulous cover is rejected, and in a desperate moment she has to choose between keeping her job and keeping the man she’s just starting to fall in love with.

    Unfortunately, she runs into her ex-boyfriend, Mateo Vargas, at an illegal street race in the California desert. He just happens to be a pretty big criminal himself. That’s why they split originally. No matter how much chemistry they have between them, a cop and a gangster are not a good match. Roni Convinces Mateo to help her with her case, his reluctance derailed by the one thing that always worked between them–sex. Yes, he’ll help her. But on one condition. In his world, she belongs to him, and him only.Will Mateo’s possessiveness unravel Roni’s case? Or, worse, blow her cover? And if they get out of this alive, is there a future for them together?

    The one she's just about addicted to, is more than forbidden. With felony-black eyes and a mouth built for lies, loving him is one step away from illegal.But her body keeps overriding her brain. Maybe it's time to stop playing by the rules.Antonio is obsessed. Theresa's the last woman he should touch. She's going to get him killed. She's dangerous. Poison. The wrong woman. Except... She's perfect.And they both figure... One more time. Just one more time. One more time and they won't get killed. One more time and they won't get caught.One.More.Time...**MATURE AUDIENCES--Rough sex. Dirty talk. Criminal activity. Cursing. Fisticuffs. Closed course. Professional driver. Do not try this at home.**

    I was determined to never go anywhere near it. Headed in the opposite direction, I pushed away from my family and their legacy. Until they needed me. And then...so did she. I got sucked in too deep, going after her and trying to save them all. Now, there's no turning back. I'd do anything for my cousins, for Sasha. After all, family is everything. Complete standalone, HEA, NO cheating

    I have nothing, and no one.  I was never interested in all the women that threw themselves at me, looking for a wild night with a dominant, muscular bad boy like me.Until I met her. A broken-hearted, sweet-as-sin dancer, barely making ends meet. She did what no other girl could: she made me feel human again.My mission was simple. Kidnap her, then cash her out for a cool hundred grand.F*ck that. Not with those seductive curves and submissive eyes begging for my domination.I'm claiming her as mine. Even if it means slaughtering every last son of a b*tch in this filthy city.This is a standalone, full-length mafia romance with a filthy-mouthed, possessive bad boy. Dark mafia themes throughout. No cliffhangers. Guaranteed HEA.

    You Might Miss Something.Joe Castaletta has been running the underbelly of Chicago for decades, but it's now time to turn over the keys to the kingdom. His right hand man, Demetri DeMarco is more than ready to race forward into a new way of doing old school. With Joe's sexy daughter as his enforcer and a gang of mobsters to keep things running smoothly, he's confident, collected and a bastard and a half.The only thing that's just out of his reach is the one thing he wants most... Izabella.**If you've read Judged, this is Drake DeMarco's older brother. If you're read my Bad Money Series... you should recognize Marcus, who joins the crew in this first novel.The first novel in a long running series. A cliffhanger is possible, though each book is intended to focus on a different part of the Castaletta syndicate structure.+18 - Mature Themes include excessive foul language, explicit sex scenes and violence/blood/gore. Not for the faint of heart and has the possibility of offending (don't we all?).

    That one person who blew through our lives, their presence forever stamped on our psyche. They linger in our thoughts, in our hearts, and in the decisions we make. A soul crusher or a dream maker, depending on the perspective.My person is MISTER BLACK. I didn’t know him by that name when I first met him. I didn’t know him at all, but the impression he left behind was just as powerful as the name I call him today.He is Black: a deadly enforcer and masterful seducer.I am Red: a justice bleeder and willing participant.Together we are passion. Colors colliding through each other’s lives. When our secrets converge in a passionate encounter, stepping out of the shadows just might be worth the risk.

    Except give him up. When he looks at me, I forget why I can’t have him. He’s beautiful and scarred. His body fits mine, filling the places where I’m hollow, rough where I am soft.He’s the one man who wants to help me, but he has his own agenda. He has questions I can’t answer. What are you afraid of?You.

    Walker" He refuses to fall in love. He was born alone and he will die alone. Or, at least he thought so until now. Vice-One is all he knows. His squad. His brothers. The men he spends every day protecting. He is empty and only one person can fill this void. This darkness. Meanwhile, Genevieve Gold makes it clear he should stay away when she is everything he craves. She is lost. Her heart has been ripped out; stomped on...crushed into tiny pieces, leaving only a gaping hole behind. King's Harlots is all she has. Her club. Her sisters. Her life. But something is missing until he shows up. Angel Rodriguez is everything she hates but everything she needs. Putting differences aside, they will work together to bring down a malevolent force threatening to rip them apart...

     Garrett Hawkins is the most valuable asset to his Special Forces unit, because, frankly, the guy doesn’t care if he lives or dies anymore. Since the love of his life, Sage Weston, was kidnapped and killed with her medical unit a year ago, Garrett has turned the shell of his soul into the armor of a finely tuned fighting machine. Being the first tapped for the unit’s craziest missions is just fine by him. The less time for memories and the agony they carve into his soul, the better. It’s a plan that works, until Garrett’s world is upended one night in the jungles of Thailand. Memories become reality when the unit is called to rescue a group of kidnapped aid workers, and they discover Sage and her teammate among the retrieved women. Now that Sage is back in his arms, Garrett doesn’t know what to do. He has changed in dramatic ways, especially in the darker tastes of his passion. If he touches Sage again, he’ll want to claim her, restrain her...dominate her. Is Sage’s love strong enough to let Garrett back in, not only as her fiancé but her Dominant? Can she trust that visiting the new shadows of his life will lead her to ecstasy and not ruin? Or can Garrett’s discipline be exactly what her soul needs to find its way back to life—and love—again?

     When Levi Hite came crashing into my world, I tried so hard to keep him away. He was bold, strong, filthy in bed... And a soldier. Everything I needed, and everything I feared all wrapped up in one man. I couldn't go through that again, I had already been scarred to the point of feeling unfixable. But he wouldn't take no for an answer. And when he found out about the dead man's burden I was carrying, he promised to keep me safe. Levi became irresistible, a hard bodied drug I couldn't get enough of. Now I'm pregnant, and I don't know if I'll get the chance to tell him he's a father. There was no way he could have known his promise would cause him to risk it all. I needed to make things right. All's fair in love and war... Isn't it? It wasn't supposed to turn into anything serious, I wasn't supposed to let myself fall for this man. But what would happen if I couldn't stop it? Fate was something I never believed in, now it's something I can't ignore. *Author's Note* This full-length, standalone novel is a true romance, packed with hot and heavy scenes. Who wouldn't want a hard bodied soldier to call their own? My Soldier has a guaranteed HEA, and contains content that is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen.

    Other than his loyal Great Pyrenees, there's no one around to break up the monotony. The tedium is excruciating, but it is suddenly interrupted when a young woman stumbles up his path. He has two choices - pick her off from a distance with his trusty sniper-rifle, or dare let her approach his cabin and enter his life.Why not? It's been ages, and he is otherwise alone...

    E. LUND comes BAD BOY SAINT, the first part of a new novella series featuring a bad boy to die for and a heroine who can't resist him, no matter what. Celia There were whispers about Hunter's family. In the school halls, in the playground. In my own house. "He's Irish," my grandmother said when she saw him the first time. "Stay away from that one. The Saints are trouble, the lot of them. I heard they have pirate blood in them, no doubt about it." My stepfather said the elder Saint brothers were dirty, corrupt, mixed up with organized crime, and their sons weren't far behind them, destined to be just as criminal as their father. I didn't care. At nine, I was intrigued by the drama and had no idea what ‘organized crime’ meant. Besides, Hunter was what my nine-year-old self considered a total hunk. He was everything an adolescent girl could desire: buff from years of training at his father's club, Saint Brothers Gym and Boxing Emporium, with longish dark hair that flopped in his eyes, pale skin, and blue, blue eyes. I'd been in love with him my entire life. He was my first love and the one I could never forget. Then Fate intervened and we became enemies. Now, I must go to Hunter on my hands and knees to beg him to save my brother's life. I'll pay any price to save him. I'll do anything Hunter wants. Anything…

    Lines are blurred. Choices are never black and white. And the life you thought you knew is... one giant lie.He was dead.And I didn't want his life to be in vain, so I tried to make something of myself. I tried and failed.Now he's back. Alive. And he wants something...Me.Nobody ever said the mafia played fair.Welcome to The Family.