The last thing Talia expects to find on her first day of work is a flirtatious French squatter named Al. Escape with a homeless veteran tonight...? What?! No, no, no! This is NOT a recipe for romance—even if this particular squatter is cut like a Greek god, weirdly sexy, and possibly really good-looking beneath his huge red beard and overly long hair. However, when Talia deduces that he’s a homeless veteran, she agrees to let him remain at the castle in exchange for his help with her cleaning duties. But what starts out as an attempt to assist a troubled soul, eventually turns into something much, much hotter... His secret is about to become her undoing… ...until Talia discovers her homeless veteran is none other than Prince Aldrich Gerulf Pierre de Chanval du Fort, Crown Prince of Les Iles de la Victoire—AKA the Bad Boy Prince of Victore. WTH?! Furious with him for lying to her, Talia immediately breaks off their budding relationship. Only to find out that she’s… Pregnant by the bad boy prince…. So though she’s done with Al, he’s not done with her.  Not even close. Talia’s about to find out, in the most romantic modern fairy tale way possible, that she’s… HIS TO PRINCESS Are you ready to get princed? Then one-click this steamy and delicious BWWM romance--perfect for those who prefer their princes red-headed, ridiculously charming, and devilishly handsome!

    So I turned him away and never looked back. I haven’t forgotten. And I certainly haven’t forgiven.Now, I’m sort of a hot mess. I’m in between jobs, essentially homeless, and newly divorced.But as I try to put the pieces of my life back together, I know that Ryder’s the one that’s missing. I have to find him, and I have to forgive him.And when I do, I learn that he’s not exactly living the easiest life. He needs someone. He needs me.Despite everything, I know I should be there for him. But doing that means I’ll have to put our past behind us.And I’ll have to try my hardest not to fall back in love with the man who broke my heart beyond repair.

     I f*ck who I want. When I want. And I always leave them begging for more. I roll into town, take the best piece of ass I can find, and then move on before the sun rolls into the morning clouds. But not Lucy, the sunshine of a girl who works at the truck stop diner off Exit 276. She’s too sweet and too fragile for a bad boy like me to screw over. My past is mine to bear alone. Except one look at those gorgeous green eyes, and I’m toast. Hell, I’m only a f*cking man. And a man can’t resist what he wants no matter how hard he tries. LUCY I had big dreams for my life, but they flew right out the window when I used all my college savings to bail my brother out of an awful mess. So, now I work in the grimy truck stop diner every night, serving up greasy food to leering men. It’s the only way to get by. There’s one trucker I don’t mind so much though. Mysterious, rugged, dangerous. He’s the hottest man I’ve ever seen, and he looks like he likes to f*ck hard. Turns out he does. Now I’ve had his baby. Too bad he’s disappeared without a trace. Even though I try to hate him, I can’t get him off my mind. I want him to come back and be a father to our child. But that’s not the only thing I want. I want to give him my heart. Enjoy this sexy standalone romance, HEA guaranteed!

    Despite her sister’s advice to move out and marry up, Dove plans to be single forever. If she did hook up with someone, it would be a man in her neighborhood who was of modest means and kind temperament, a man who wouldn’t abandon his poor pregnant mistress, a man the exact opposite of her wealthy father. 
Pulitzer Prize winning photographer Jay has spent the last decade roaming around the world, shooting wolves in Siberia and lost cities in the desert. Back home, he prepares to put together a photo essay for his publisher but his plans are sidetracked when he spots curvy, gorgeous Dove outside of her apartment. The next thing he knows, he’s living across the hall from her in an apartment where nothing works. When he learns of her aversion to rich men, he knows he’ll have to hide his background or he’ll never be able to capture her love.

    The raven-haired beauty on the train. I spilled my coffee on her, and she cursed me out. Two weeks later she was back. But she was different. Instead of tearing into me, her sparkling green eyes begged me to make her laugh. Her delicious, plump lips ignited my desire and made me forget the girl who got away. But something’s wrong. She doesn’t remember me. Acts like we just met. I don’t know if she’s messing with me, or if it’s something deeper. But I’m going to find out. I was hurt once. Never again. I’ll prove my love to Tamara and the twins growing inside her. Life used to be boring, now it’s a roller coaster. This time, the girl’s not getting away. This time, I’m chasing after her.

     Five years ago she had the best sex of her life with a stranger. That night turned into two blissful weeks where it felt as though their passion would never end. Until Graham walked away without a backward glance. Now, Lena finds herself uprooting and moving a state away to confront Graham, unsure how he will react when she confesses a heartbreaking truth she's not sure he will accept. Facing him will be the most difficult thing she’s ever done, and could prove to be the biggest mistake of her life. After all she’s betting a whole hell of a lot on the man he used to be.

    And she’s all I want this Christmas and beyond. It’s time to convince her to take a seat on Santa’s lap and find out if she’s been naughty or nice.If she doesn’t see the gift that she is, I’ll show her just how I intend to unwrap her...*This is a short story that's part of the Santa's Coming... series. Join sixteen of your favorite romance authors as they make all of your Christmas wishes come true! Put out the milk, he’ll take care of your cookie — it’s time to take a seat on Santa’s lap.*

    No company is good company.But the way she makes my daughter smile...The way her a$s cheeks fit perfectly into those tight jeans...This has "bad idea" written all over it.Loving my family is dangerous.Knowing my secrets could mean life or death.But the time for hiding is over.I'm the predator on this mountain.Nobody messes with my family.It's time to defend what's mine. This is a romantic suspense with a super sexy alpha, steamy action and an amazing happily ever after.

     Forget that he's a rock star. Forget that the day I meet him, he's shirtless and running down the middle of the street. Forget that the tattoos and muscles that graze his glistening skin make remember what it's like to be alive again. Can I have a future with Crosby -- especially when our pasts are marked with tragedy? He can stay in this small town and be loved by me -- or he can get back to living his rock star dream. All we have is the time in between that. The problem? Time's running out... and we both want more.This is a full length 90,000+ word slow burn romance novel with a guitar play, a painter, an unspoken summer romance past, a present they never saw coming, and a complete HEA, no cliffhanger ending that will make you fall in love with Crosby and Josie. Thanks for taking a chance on me and this novel.

     My step-mother was after the family fortune. But she’s different. Her blue eyes and those cute freckles have me dying for her. This is about to get hot, crazy, and a whole lot messier. Especially when I discover her… little secret.

    One year later, he moves back to Daytona Beach, Florida to regain custody of his now two-year-old son, and he's anything but prepared to handle the precocious child, who doesn't seem to like him and who has more quirks than any child he's ever met. Harrison has spent the last twenty-two years ordering junior marines around and gaining their respect, but when it comes to dealing with Ethan, he doesn't have a clue what goes on in this child's mind. There's nothing that can hold him. He has a strange attachment to a stuffed rabbit, and he won't let anyone touch him except for Angel Robbins, the nice lady next door who runs the neighborhood day care. Harrison can understand his son's affection for the beautiful African American female. She has a kind heart, a rocking afro, and a killer body. He doesn't know a thing about kids, but knows a good woman when he sees one. Angel Robbins took a double-take when she went out to fetch the morning newspaper and spotted a gorgeous muscular white man moving into the vacant house next to hers. Normally, she would have just minded her own business, but there was something about the way her body reacted to the sight of him that made her want to get to know him better. Angel shows up at his door later that evening with a casserole in hand to welcome him to the neighborhood, but gets swept away by a pair of baby blue eyes. She didn't even blink when he told her that he was a widower with a two-year-old child. She liked kids and owned a day care center. She was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but she did believe in fate? Harrison needed someone to help him with Ethan, and she needed someone to fill the void in her heart. Could it be possible that when it comes to a child, there is

    Not all foster care homes are as welcoming and caring as the Pilar family’s. In her foster-brother Roy, Sabrina found safety and friendship. Years later, their relationship has the potential to deepen into something more meaningful if they’re willing to brave their emotions.   Originally published in THE PROMISE OF LOVE.

    Generally, the person in charge of these things shouldn’t fantasize about lighting the whole three-ring dating circus on fire.Anyway, men from all over Southern California, vying for the coveted bachelor role, submitted their personal ads to my paper. The readers voted, and Single Dad Seeks Juliet won by a landslide.Enter Mr. Bachelor Anonymous (40M), the single dad Romeo seeking his Juliet.Blah, blah, blah, right? Wrong.You guys—and I cannot stress this enough—this guy is the ultimate man in a six-foot-three, chiseled-muscle, freaking Adonis package with aquamarine eyes that would haunt the dreams of an insomniac.He’s a former Navy SEAL, successful business owner, motocross-riding, charming, supportive, funny-as-heck single dad, and the more time I spend with him, the more I want to bring this contest thing crumbling to the ground for an entirely different reason.Real talk: I think I’m falling for him.Me, the woman who despises love, might be falling for the completely off-limits Bachelor who I’m ironically assigned to help find love, while five other women think they’re the only contestants competing for his heart.So, Internet. Am I scum? Or is all fair in love and war?

    the Pre-Dad-meand I ended up in her bed.She lives in the apartment downstairs…It’s just a matter of time before we run into each other But… now I can’t get her off my mindOne Night Next Door is a steamy romance between two neighbors, one is a single dad and one has sworn off men forever. This romance stands alone with no cheating or cliffhangers and ends with an awesome happily ever after.

    Russell has a bad reputation around our hospital. The scrub techs say he’s cold-blooded, the nurses say he’s too cocky for his own good, and the residents say he’s the best surgeon in the world—really, just a swell guy!—on the off chance he’s within earshot.I try to avoid him and his temper at all costs. It’s just as easy to admire his sexy, grip-it-while-he’s ravishing-you hair and chiseled jaw from a healthy distance, preferably from the other end of the hallway half-hidden behind a plant.Unfortunately, my plan crumbles when my trusty ol’ boss decides to swap his white coat for a Hawaiian shirt. His retirement leaves me with two terrible options: switch specialties and spend months retraining, or take an open position as Dr. Russell’s surgical assistant.That means I have to stand near him in the OR for hours on end and anticipate his every need without letting his biting words and bad attitude intimidate me. Oh, and as if that’s not difficult enough, my silly crush on him—the one I’ve tried to stomp on until it disappears—might just be reciprocated.It’s fine.I’m fine.I take my job seriously. There will be no smoldering bedroom eyes across the operating table, no angry almost-kisses in the storage closet. (Well, no more of those.)What’s the phrase? An apple a day keeps the doctor away?Maybe I should go for a whole damn bushel.