Like a coward, I pack up and run.But some secrets can’t be hidden forever.

    Each book in this series is fun, flirty, packed with loads of delicious steam to melt your Kindle, and a beautiful happily ever after that will have you crying tears of joy. All books in this series stand alone and DO NOT have to be read in order.

    Emotionally and professionally, I had nothing left. The last three books I published bombed and the ink was barely dry on my divorce papers. The divorce I never saw coming. All I needed was peace and quiet, and you gave it to me. That and so much more Hope. Courage. Friendship. Passion. The last thing I want to do is leave. But if I stayed, I’d only be staying for you. Staying For You is a friends-to-lovers contemporary romance with a push and pull that will keep you turning the pages.

    But when a boldly handsome warrior arrived at her door, she knew her prayers had been answered....Adair MacTaren had come in friendship, but one look at the comely lass standing before him addled the young man's mind beyond repair. The tempting Norman lady lured him like a siren -- yet he had no wish to be rescued. And 'twas no time before the brash chieftain's son had sworn to free Marianne from her loveless betrothal -- and claim her for his own ladywife!

    Chase Legend is the lead singer of the popular band Warriors, also going through a divorce. The two are forced into close quarters on a flight to Denver where their chemistry heats up quickly. Can their insta hot love survive Lexi's jealous ex-husband? Find out in Mile High Club: A Rockstar Romance Novella

    Just not mine.He checks off plenty of boxes. Wealthy, brilliant, hot, and with a southern drawl that makes my toes curl.Oops. Not my toes.I don’t need a man. I most definitely don’t need Nash Reynolds. He might’ve come along at a time when I could use a distraction, but the answer is still no.My ex taught me plenty of lessons. The most important one: never count on any man to treat me right.I’m smart woman, and I learn from my mistakes, so I’m not about to fall for Nash. Not his Southern charm, not his way-too-hot for my eyes good, not his touch … Just no.Okay, maybe he does make my toes curl and make me wonder about things a girl shouldn’t be wondering about. Maybe he helps me out at a time when I really need it. Maybe, just maybe, he shows me he might be worth it.

    He was my friend, my ally, my protector all my life. Everyone loved him, looked up to him almost as much as me.My big brother’s best friend, though?He was my nemesis, my tormentor, my least favorite person on earth. Ashton Hunter was a complete jerk.And yet, like my brother, everyone loved him. Not me, though. No way. Not after a lifetime of his snide comments and not-so-subtle jabs. Years of treating me like the bratty little sister he barely tolerated. But I refused to let him deter me from seeing my brother.I’d just have to ignore him. Like I always had. Or—more accurately—like I always pretended to. I was used to pretending when it came to Ash.But some feelings refuse to stay hidden forever. ***My best friend was better than all the other friends on earth. Hands down. My partner in crime, my ride or die, my brother in every way that counted. His little sister, though?She was an entirely different story.Blair Martell was…complicated. Where her brother acted like she was made of glass, I tried to make her shatter. When others bowed to her wishes, I challenged every word out of her pouty little mouth. She wasn’t meant to be on some pedestal. And I made sure she knew it. Maybe she hated me for the way I treated her, But I knew exactly what she needed.Even when she didn’t know.And after so many years of biding my time, I was finally going to be the man to give it to her.

    Her mother passed away when she was only five, and her father can’t seem to hold down a job. She does everything she can to keep it together, but she wishes for once she didn’t have to be the responsible one. When her father’s gambling addiction threatens their family, she ends up under Wyatt’s care. Wyatt’s the polar opposite of Isabelle’s father, and for the first time in a long time, there’s someone willing to put Isabelle first. She never intended to fall in love with him, but the longer she stays, the more she knows that love at first sight isn’t just a fairytale, and what’s meant to be will happen… one way or another. No matter how much he tries to fight it, Wyatt can’t stop his attraction to Isabelle. He promised her father that he would protect her, but the biggest threat isn’t from the world outside, it’s from the desire inside his own heart. How long can Wyatt last? And would Isabelle understand? The wait for these two is so, so good and so, so hot that it may just send your tablet up in flames. You’ve been warned! (Lila Younger writes hot, steamy romance with no cheating and a HEA every time because love stories are always a little better when they’re naughty. If you’re looking for a novella that’s guaranteed to leave your heart - and your panties!- melting, then start reading!)

    There was a mystery behind his charm that was well hidden until she crossed his path.Why was she so addicting?She thought she was damaged beyond anyone’s desires. Never willing to play the carnal games she’d imagined until he invited himself into her fantasies. He was her students’ father and he was off-limits.If she wasn’t careful, the safe world she lived in would crumble. But was that a bad thing? Would they risk everything, and dare to love again?Off Limits is a slow burn, single dad, age gap, second chance romance that breaks all the rules. This book has content that some might find difficult to read.

     Red Flags… Too loud. Too clingy. Too much make-up. I could go on and on. The other guys in the Single Dad’s Club would say I’m obsessed with finding them. But none of their kid’s mothers call a maximum-security prison home either, so their opinions mean shit. Caterina Santora has her own list of red flags… She’s too young. She’s my client’s daughter. She’s my five-year old’s camp counselor. Even after repeating this mantra to myself every morning on the way to Lily’s summer camp, guess what happens the moment I see Cat? Yeah, that mantra turns into ride me, doggie style and reverse cowgirl. Every. Damn. Time. The fact that she doesn’t remember me from six years before grates on me until I don’t have it in me to leave her alone any longer. I have to have her. But our lives are opposites in every way. In no way compatible. When we’re together all the complications fade away and I have to keep reminding myself, even if I can have her— I can’t keep her.

    And the thing he wants to control most is me.Cocky and infuriating all wrapped up in one gorgeous package.If only I could forget our one-night fling...Then one day my title changed.From secretary to Henry Clyburne's fiancée."Just fake it for me", he said.I played the part.And got caught up in the moment.Now there's a surprise gift neither of us expected – our baby.Let me send my resignation in before things get worse...

    I said I wanted to hook up with him, but instead of doing it, I teased him mercilessly for believing me.My mother moved us out of town before I had a chance to apologize.Years later I'm back on my home turf, trying to restore my dead father's precious bar to its glory days, but the job is impossible without help.Then the boy I bullied walks back into my life.He's not small anymore; he's hot as heck with sculpted arms and a chest so broad you could stretch out on top and have room to roll around. Yum.He says he never forgot what I did to him. He makes me a deal: he'll help fix my dad's bar... if I spend a night in his bed.I wish I could say I told him no.

    The last thing I need is to be falling in love with him.Him of ALL people. Ugh.There has to be more than meets the eye. And the eye is very, very happy.This single-father lawyer is willing to save my career and what does he want in return?Me. Nothing much, right?It would be easier to stay frenemies with this handsome hunk, but I find myself in the one place I hoped I’d never be.Desperate for him.

    Especially in Vegas.At least not when you think about them the next morning.Accessing a trust fund and having a baby are probably not the best reasons to get married.But last night, after more cocktails than I can remember, it sounded like a great plan:You marry me, so I can fulfill the requirements on inheriting billions.I’ll get you pregnant, so your dream of having a baby becomes reality.When drop dead gorgeous and off the charts arrogant Declan Carter suggests this deal, I’m all in.Under the condition that we’ll only stay married until I’m pregnant.Because the last thing on earth I want is to have this playboy be involved in my baby’s life.At least that’s what I thought, before we start living together.But the more I get to know Declan, the less our marriage feels like a fake.The way he smiles at me, touches me, kisses me.When I feel morning sickness creeping in, I can imagine us being a real family.For a brief moment, I hope that our story could go down Fairytale Lane…Until our secret deal is exposed. And everything is on the line.One Hot Fake features a sinful billionaire hiding secrets, an accidental Vegas ONS which results in a fake marriage - and a baby deal that makes things even more hilarious! Love, laughter, feels, and a HEA that will leave you swooning!One Hot Fake can be read as a stand-alone.

    He's the king of Hollywood romcoms. He's America's heartthrob. And he's going to ruin my movie.I'm making a gritty war film, so the last person I need on set is a man who's been typecast as every famous actress's love interest.I don't need him making my heart race every time our eyes meet.I don't need the sound of his voice embedding into my dreams.And I don't need his lips on mine.Even if I could stand Cannon Hunt, he would be utterly forbidden. Falling for him would destroy my career.So he can burn my skin with those eyes all he wants. He can whisper sweet, scorching nothings into my ear when he thinks nobody can see. He can tear down the walls I've built around my heart with his bare hands.I'm not going down without a fight.