Or, rather, one crappy afternoon bodyguard Jace gets a rude awakening when some cutesy blonde rear-ends his beautiful truck. Now he’s really in for it. Mara’s pretty, funny, and has the greatest job in the world… She is a sex toy operator.Just those three words send Jace into a dream-like coma plagued with erotic imagery featuring the spunky sex toy operator. As luck would have it for Jace, nothing’s easy. Mara comes to him with a problem…one he cannot refuse to help her out with. Someone strange keeps calling Mara, she thinks someone’s been in her house, and worse Jace might be thinking the same thing. Mara needs help and Jace finds he’s the right man to lend a (strong) helping hand—so long as they seal the deal with more than a kiss.

    His prison.The beast.A fate worse than death awaits me if I can’t get away, so when the opportunity of salvation presents itself I grab it, even if I’m unsure if I can trust the hand I’m holding.The only way out is through, exposing secrets and spilling blood.Things aren’t how they appear. Nobody is what they seem.Not even me.

    Most women don't crave a life like mine, but after the things I've done and seen, I never thought I longed for more. The Ghost Riders Motorcycle Club is my family and I'll bleed for them. I'll do anything to keep them safe, even if it's from me. One look from him and everything I fought to hide was ripped wide open. Being an FBI agent gave him the power to flip my world upside down, and he did it in a way I never saw coming. What happens when an FBI agent becomes more obsessed with you than with his case? Do you let down your guard? Or pull the trigger? Warning: This book contains a heroine who doesn't submit, a hero who fights for what he's claimed, and insta-love so hard it will dent your kindle. *Not responsible for dented kindles* Pulling Her Trigger is a complete novella. No cliffhangers. No alpha-hole. No cheating. HEA. STANDALONE.

    But she kidnapped my heart.I'm a Byrne. Boston's in my blood. It's my city - and that goes for everything in it. Even Casey: a good girl trapped in a very bad place. I was supposed to be casing the Morello joint, but I ended up tasting her pinks. One kiss, and I was hooked. One night and I knew I had to have her. She can protest all she wants, but when she presses her curves against me, her moans tell a different story.I could leave her to die. I should leave her to die. She made her bed, but I want to lie in it. Fifteen grand's nothing to me - but to Casey?It's a lifetime.And all I want in return for wiping her debt clean is four months. Four months to own her mind, her body, and her soul. Four months to coax sweet submission from those pouting lips.Apparently someone didn't get the message. They didn't hear she's mine. But they'll find out...When you cross the devil, you Byrne.Let it Byrne is a standalone, novel-length mafia romance. Holly Hart's bad boys are dark and dirty, she hates cheating, and guarantees an HEA every time.

    Immediately she bumps heads with the lead singer Johnathan Striker who's most famous for being a womanizer. But he's met his match when she refuses to tolerate his mouthy antics or bed him. Passion is the new driver in her life and Emily's innocence is a thing of the past. Caution: This book contains heavy adult sexual content, profanity and bisexuality. For audiences 18+.

    The past week has enlightened me on one thing-I don’t care. Megan, Mobster’s Girl I didn’t even hesitate. I took two strides and blasted him in the face with my fist. He was ready for it this time-unlike in church. He tried to hit me back but I ducked and smashed him again. Antonio, Mobster’s Girl You can’t help what family you’re born into or what lies they keep from you. You can’t help it if they mold and shape you just the way they wanted. Are monsters born or made? Antonio and Megan have a timeless issue. They were told to stay away from each other. They try, they really do. But they are drawn to each other. Antonio is eighteen and the up and coming mob boss of Palmetto, New Jersey. Megan is a girl uprooted from the grassy plains of Ireland at the age of five. Now she’s seventeen and faced with horrors she never thought existed. Get caught up in an Italian Mafia Romance Novel! Visit www.amyrachiele.com for Free Ebooks for your Amy Rachiele digital library.

    But they didn’t realize I wasn’t a victim…not anymore.The open sea was my backdrop for nine torturous days. During that time, glimmers of my fate were revealed by a man with the mysterious chartreuse-colored eyes. He should have scared me, but he didn’t.He intrigued me. And I intrigued him.He punished me when I didn’t listen, which was every single day. But beneath his cruelty, I sensed he was guarding a grave secret.I was sold. And in a game of poker, no less. My buyer? A Russian mobster who likes to collect pretty things. Now that I know the truth, I only have one choice.Sink or swim.And when one fateful night presents me the opportunity, I take it. I just never anticipated my actions would leave me shipwrecked with my kidnapper.He needs me alive. I want him dead.But as days turn into weeks, one thing becomes clear—I should hate him…but I don’t.My name is Willow.His name is Saint.Ironic, isn’t it? He bears a name that denotes nothing but holiness yet delivers nothing but hell. However, if this is hell on earth…God, save my soul.