But I've discovered so much more, and the darkness here is seducing me, pulling me down until all I can think of is him. Adam Monroe, the Prophet's son, a dark prince to an empire that grows by the day. He is tasked with keeping me safe from the wolves of the outside world. But the longer I stay at the Cloister, the more I realize the wolves are already inside and under the Prophet's control. If Adam discovers the real reason I'm here, he'll bay for my blood with the rest of them. Until then, I will be Delilah, an obedient servant of the Prophet during the day and Adam's Maiden at night.Author's Note: If you have a trigger, this book will pull it. The Maiden is the first book of The Cloister Series. The Prophet will release in May, and the conclusion to the series, The Church, will release in June.

    But Seth is a workaholic millionaire and doesn't have time to meet someone. Someone who won't screw him over, like his kid's mother.  Only problem is this someone has secretly been in love with him since high school. I've been hiding it forever, not wanting to risk our friendship. Sleeping with him is my biggest fantasy. And I've fantasized plenty, being a virgin. Another thing he doesn't know.Now I have to make the biggest decision of my life.Is having a no strings attached affair just to make a baby better than never having him at all?Author’s note: this case of insta-love and insta-naked-time has been brewing for over a decade. Babymaking has never been so hot…or so funny…or so complicated.Author’s Note part deux: Have My Baby is a standalone rom com with a romantic HEA ending and no cliffhanger.

    She was his muse.To everyone in town, Abel Adams was the devil's spawn, a boy who never should have been born. A monster.To twelve year-old Evie Hart, he was just a boy with golden hair, soft t-shirts and a camera. A boy who loved taking her picture and sneaking her chocolates before dinner. A boy who made her feel special.Despite her family's warnings, she loved him in secret for six years. They met in empty classrooms and kissed in darkened church closets. Until they couldn't.Until the time came to choose between love and family, and Evie chose Abel.Because their love was worth the risk. Their love was the stuff of legend.But the thing about legends is that they are cautionary tales. They are made of choices and mistakes. And for Abel and Evie, the artist and the muse, those mistakes come in the form of lights, camera, sex.NOTE: This is NOT a paranormal or a priest romance.

     Peoria: It was supposed to be the vacation I had always dreamed of until someone stole my luggage. Tracking him down was the worst mistake I ever made. Once he saw me, he wanted more. Once he had a taste, he wanted everything. Vincent: Stealing luggage wasn't my proudest moment, but a man has to eat. I never expected the woman I stole it from to become Ms. Detective and find me. She's was so sweet, so sassy, and so innocent. I wanted it all and I'm a man who gets what I want. Even if I have to take it. This is a steamy 35,000 word novella and the first in the Nevada Bad Boys series. Each one is a STANDALONE. This is a suspenseful romance with plenty of steam. I'm a girl that likes wild and crazy romances mixed with some instalove and plenty of angst along the way to a beautiful HEA. Take a chance and fall in love with a Nevada Bad Boy.

    That was my first mistake…A dangerous professional fixer. A sweet computer nerd. A passion that borders on the possessive. An attraction that’s completely off limits to explore… After Elizabeth Hill is brutally attacked in her apartment by an intruder and then unceremoniously dumped by her ex-boyfriend, she moves in with family that she barely knows for protection. All she remembers about her aunt’s stepson, Roman, is that he was the moody, mean boy who played a cruel trick on her when she was just six years old; but soon learns that he is now a complex and multi-layered man who has the ability to protect her, ignite her, and challenge her like no one ever has before. Wealthy Roman Masterson makes his fortune by fixing celebrity problems for big money and by any means necessary. He is a foul-mouthed, bad-tempered, manwhore who doesn’t have the time or inclination to babysit a gullible little brat from the suburbs…until he unknowingly spots her in the middle of a crowded dance floor and decides right then and there to claim every one of her orgasms from that moment on. Little does he know that the woman he’s laid claim to is the same girl he’s been sworn to protect. Author Note: Please note that this book was previously published under the title of Cousins and ends on a cliffhanger.

    Both of them have experienced the sting and sham of love and have no intentions of falling victim to it twice. Love is expensive—hate is free.Three years. A million dollars. A solution to both of their problems. They planned it all, from the story of their first meeting to the date of their divorce. Nothing could go wrong.But what they didn’t consider was chemistry, and Nina and Max have no shortage of it. After too many near-kisses, Nina convinces herself that hating Max is better than loving him, and the more she gets to know this soon-to-be-husband of hers, the more she discovers just how very much she truly, madly, and deeply . . . hates him.This isn’t a love story. This is the other kind.

    Violent. And it turns her on. When Tristan got a new roommate in the form of a six-foot-three tattooed and pierced beast of a man, she wasn’t prepared for the instant lust that claimed her. She should have made sure this stayed strictly platonic in nature, but it seemed Kash might have other plans in mind. The attraction was magnetic and powerful. It was undeniable, no matter how hard they fought it. When she stumbled upon an underground cage fight, the last person she expected to see was Kash, bloody and bruised and destroying his opponent. She should have run the other way, but instead, she found herself aroused and wanting him even more. Kash was a fighter and a damn good one at that. He’s stayed away from relationships and focused on his craft. And it’s worked out well for him … until now. He didn’t mean to get involved with his new roommate, but the curvy little brunette had every possessive instinct in him rising. From the moment he saw her, he was obsessed. But those well-thought-out intentions are a thing of the past. Now that he has Tristan, he’s not letting her go. Warning: If you’re used to Jenika’s insta-love dirty books, you’re still getting it with this one. It has a HEA and features a totally obsessed hero who only wants one woman. Previously published under the same title, this story has been extensively reworked, new content has been added, and it has been re-edited.

    I NEED A BABY NOW...PENNYMy biological clock just exploded.Eighteen months. That's how long I have to make a baby happen before it becomes one more broken dream.Fate has a sick sense of humor, though. Its name is Hayden Shaw.Yes, the Hayden Shaw. Billionaire developer, scandalously gorgeous, his hard-headed ego only eclipsed by his enormous...reputation.The man who has everything except one missing piece.He needs a bride to fool the world. I need a baby. Hello, first class donor material.It's simple business. Strictly professional. A no nonsense, pretend-my-panties-aren't-melting trade.Love isn't in the fine print. No, I don't care how many times I have to stop swooning when I'm in his arms, locked in his kiss, smiling like we're meant to be for the cameras.Simple, I said, remember? Yeah. Who the hell am I kidding?HAYDENMy new wife is completely insane. The spitfire who just agreed to play pretend thinks we're doing this baby thing in a lab, without ending up between the sheets.Too bad I see right through it whenever she says her favorite line. Strictly professional? Please.Too bad I taste how bad she wants it when we're giving the press something to talk about, lips tangled together like there's no tomorrow.Too damned bad she's perfection itself, and 'professional' went out the window the second she stormed into my life.She's also my last chance at stopping a scheme to steal the family fortune, turning my riches to rags.But I'm Hayden Shaw. I'm in control. I don't back down. Ms. Naughty and Nice will never, ever know how bad I'm twisted up in our chase.This isn't Cinderella, and I'm no Prince. Soon, I'll show Penny this isn't all make believe. Consummating this marriage is about to get very real...Break out the ice! This is a stand alone romance novel with baby fever so hot it takes an obsessive, possessive alpha male to cure it. No cliffhanger. High heat, sugary sweet, and Happily Ever Afters ahead!

    Instead, he issues an ultimatum—submit to him in the bedroom, or go to jail.Backed into a corner by a man with no shame, Kayla must find the strength to travel down the path of pain and pleasure. But when her past catches up to her, prompting a free fall into forbidden territory with a man she once loved, Kayla realizes nothing is black and white when everyone around her has secrets.NOTE TO READERS: THE DEVIL'S KISS is a dark billionaire romance with a BDSM edge that does NOT conform to safe, sane, and consensual practices. Includes explicit content and subject matter that may offend some readers. Intended for mature audiences. Book 1 in the Devil's Kiss series

    Rock star, producer and public enemy number one, he sees his redemption in quiet, wholesome school teacher Noelle Winters. Crashing into her life like a wrecking ball, he smothers her innocence and leads her down the razor's edge between submissive and victim, opening her eyes to things she didn't even know could happen between a man and a woman. Overwhelmed by his generosity and charm, how far will she go to save his soul? And when is it too late to turn back?* With bondage and multiple scenes of a sexual nature, this descent into the darkest parts of the human psyche is not for the faint of heart, or the under 18s.

     My cabin in The Black Mountains is where I belong, where I have been my whole life. Until the blonde beauty showed up. Scared. Alone. And f*cking stunning. So I brought her back to my cabin of solitude. She is a goddess that makes my heart race. I can’t resist her innocence, or her luscious lips. I need to taste her, possess her, and feel her under my chest. But someone else wants her forever too. And I’ll be d*mned if I let that b@stard take her from me. Eloise is mine now, and I'll protect her no matter what. ***This is a stand-alone mountain man and virgin romance with no cliffhanger and a lot of steam. HEA guaranteed. Bonus content included after the main story. Enjoy!

    He is also the author of all my deepest, most secret fantasies. And to make matters worse, he needs me to impersonate “Natalie” at a series of book signings and conventions. But, of course, that’s only if I want to keep my job. On second thought, I’m going to need something heavier than an ashtray.

    Moretti Inc.'s Administration Department.Misty has always wished for something exciting to spice up her boring-with-a-capital-B existence, but she never thought it would come in the form of a gorgeous six-foot-plus billionaire. The world knows him as Domenico Moretti, the ruthless, cunning, and aloof CEO of Moretti, Inc, a.k.a. her boss.Gifts of (mis)fortune come in threes, they say, and it’s certainly the case with Misty, whose life is turned upside-down by Domenico Moretti’s three shocking revelations.One, he’s a werewolf (who’s also a prince).Two, he wants her in his bed – him, the guy who actually had to file a TRO against an obsessive supermodel.And three, he has a proposition she never – and she means never – ever sees coming.

    That's pretty much where my bio ends. Honestly, I don't need to say anything else. I've just sold 99% of women on going home with me. Do I sound like a jerk to you? That's because I am. And guess what? It works for me just fine. Or at least it did. Until I met her. Books talk about sparks flying. Screw that. With her, it was like emergency flares mixed with jet fuel. Or maybe just straight up napalm. Only one problem. She wouldn't tell me her name or her number when she disappeared from the hotel room after the hottest night of my life. Now I've had a taste of the perfect woman and I need it again. So what's a jerk to do? I took this problem to the street. A missed connection gone viral. And when I find her? I'm keeping her.

    I call it a deal she can’t refuse.I was owed a debt and I expected payment. That payment? One night in my bed. My rules. The debt cleared, and she could walk away. There are worse things. And besides, debtors can’t be choosers.The night started as it should. She obeyed as she should. But then something happened. Something I was wholly unprepared for. And what I saw changed everything. I broke my own rules after that. And I didn’t keep my end of the bargain. Because walking away was no longer an option I would grant her, no matter the cost.