Or for him. Or anything that had to do with Cal Donovan from Boston. Meeting him had been a complete and utter surprise, taking me one hundred percent off guard. I met new people every single day in my line of work and none of them affected me. Wasn’t that the way of things though? You could meet a thousand people and they’d all mean nothing to you. But then you’d meet that one and they suddenly meant everything.

    But when you're the best at what you do and have the hottest restaurant on the west coast, with enough Michelin stars to make Gordon Ramsay's head spin, you've earned the right to your confidence.When I give an instruction in the kitchen, it's not a suggestion--it's an order. So when a new chef thinks she can do things her way, and dares to say so to my face, even her sharp wit and gorgeous pouty lips don't make it okay. But I have to admit, she's got talent. She's creative in the kitchen and not even that double-breasted chef jacket can hide her perfect body. As I get to know her, I can't help wanting to know everything she thinks. I've never met a more talented chef. And I've never met a sassier and sexier woman in my life. There's only one way this push and pull can end.With her in my bed, begging for more.

    His idea of fun involves jumping off of skyscrapers and parachuting between buildings.Until the day he crash lands through a car windshield and shatters both of his legs.When I come home from college that summer, I’m surprised by the grunts of my hot-as-hell stepbrother working up a sweat during Physical Therapy. All in front of the camera crew that’s filming a documentary about his recovery. Part of me wants to run, but I can’t stop staring at his tattoos and his ripped body. We have a history, but we can’t be together. We can’t even be near each other without a camera around. And yet I spend all day fantasizing about his slightly damp white T-shirt clinging to his muscular frame. His constant cocky teasing is driving me crazy.We may live the same house, but I’m afraid that if I let him get any closer then we’ll both drop right over the edge.Based contains mature content (explicit sexual situations and mature language), and is recommended for audiences 18+. Based is a standalone, full-length novel. No cliffhanger.

    Now with a new extended epilogue. Brianna: Working as a hostess for one of the biggest casinos in Vegas, my job is simple: keep the wealthy clients happy by fulfilling their every need and desire. Happy and content so they wager their millions in our casino instead of going to the competition. That sometimes requires special "services" or favors, and with a promotion on the line, everything is fair game. Because, this is not for me; it's for my daughter. Dorian: A bet is a stimulant more powerful than drugs or booze. No matter what you call it, there's nothing like the rush you feel when you lay it all on the line in a single wager. Winner takes all. That's why, my brother, Enzo, and I, make bets on anything and anywhere. It's not the money, believe me, our family has plenty. It's the thrill of winning...and proving to Enzo who's the smartest. Despite craving the addictive rush, we never take it seriously. It's all in good fun...except the big bet we made in Vegas about Brianna just got very serious. The Billionaire’s Bet, is a full-length Romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger!

    Working on the ranch helped build his solid eight-pack and smoking body. He's every girl's wet fantasy, and he knows it too. Alex doesn't follow the rules of your typical playboy bachelor. After wining and dining his dates and giving them the best night of their lives, he always sends flowers and calls the next day—even if it's to say, let's just be friends. His mama taught him manners after all, and his Southern blood knows how to be a gentleman. Still, that isn’t enough to tame the wildest of the Bishop brothers. River Lancaster has finally met the man of her dreams. Too bad after six months of romantic bliss, she finds out he's married. With a broken heart and blind rage, she books herself a ticket to Key West, Florida. Tired of cheaters and liars, she’s set on escaping to forget he ever existed. Who needs a man when there's an all-you-can-drink margarita bar, anyway? That's what she tells herself until she bumps into the right guy who can make all those bad memories disappear.Even if it's only temporarily. Two weeks on the beach is what they both need. No strings attached, no expectations, no broken hearts. Too bad the universe has other plans—one that'll change the entire course of their lives in just nine short months.This is book 1 in the Bishop Brothers series. Each book features a different brother and can be read as a complete standalone. HEA guaranteed!**Not suitable for readers under 18 due to adult language and sexual content.**

     I’m her possessive Italian neighbor, watching her from the window of my apartment next door. I’m an Italian older man obsessed with this younger woman from abroad. It’s the first time I’ve ever felt this way, and I’m going to make her mine and claim her from Lake Como to Tuscany and everywhere in-between. It’s her first time in Italy, and I’m going to be her first, and last, for life. And I won’t stop until she’s pregnant with my baby, so the whole world knows she’s mine, no matter who tries to stop us. *Possessive Italian Neighbor is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

    But it didn’t matter what it said. I didn’t have the heart to open it. We couldn’t be together. Not after everything ... Leaving Rose Crossing, Maine was one of the most painful moments of my life—or at least it was until the day I came face-to-face with Thayer Ainsworth again. After a decade of searching, he’s found me, and he wants to know why I quit my housemaid job and left his family’s island estate without so much as a goodbye. But I’m bound by a devastating secret much bigger than the two of us, and telling him the truth has consequences. Looking into the eyes of the only man I’ve ever loved, I tell him the only thing I’m allowed to: never contact me again. And when he’s gone, I sit down and finally open his letter. Only it isn’t a letter at all. And it changes everything.

    What man threatens to put a grown woman over his knees and spank her the first time he meets her? Yes, he did that. That green-eyed, hunk of steely muscles, and hot goodness. Did I just say hot goodness? I shouldn’t have because I hate him. I mean, like really. And I can’t believe I’m now being forced to work with him to win this million dollar prize. I need the money desperately, so I’ll bite my tongue and get on with it. Even though the jerk oozes sex appeal I am going to take great delight in seeing the expression on his arrogant face when I collect the prize and walk out of here...alone. Trent She is the most stubborn, contrary, infuriating, pain in the a** I have ever met. Someone should put her over their knees and spank her. Why am I thinking it should be me? Cancel that. I don’t need a ball breaking brat in my life at the moment. Or ever. Though wiping that smug smile off her face is going to be fun. Sure, I’ll work with her, but as soon as I win this money I’m out of here. There can be only one winner and that person is me! She does have very distracting curves though...very.

    From the clown school fiasco to the near torching of her sister’s restaurant, Luna’s work history has been a string of bad luck. She’s back on her feet with a new private investigator job which only requires her to look up credit reports and take the occasional photo. What could possibly go wrong? Answer: Falling for the man you’re hired to investigate. Maddox Castile knows he’s being stalked but after he gets a good look at the spy, he’s thrilled. He opens his curtains, takes long strolls for lunch, and makes sure that his new friend doesn’t get arrested for following him around. The real problem is that she’s not making any moves. What will it take? Answer: Doing a little stalking of his own. Luna may have thought she was the hunter, but in the end, she’s the one captured.

    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.

    That would be far too regular for Darren Trent. Darren Trent – my teenage sweetheart and father to my two young girls – is not just whoring himself out. Oh no. Darren Trent pimps himself out alongside four of his mechanic friends – all of them at the same time. Five hot, sweaty mechanics at your service.They call themselves the Bang Gang… you can imagine. In a village our size I should keep my head down and hope the scandal blows over before the girls or my poor old Nanna catch wind of it. Only it’s not blowing over. Far from it. It seems every woman in the village wants themselves a five-mechanic sandwich.They make no qualms about it, either. Just rock on up to my café counter and ask how they can book themselves in for a Bang Gang special. Like I would know. I definitely wouldn’t know. I hardly even know Darren Trent anymore. We split up a lifetime ago.I definitely don’t think about him late at night. Don’t think about five mechanics and me as much as every other woman in this village. And even if I did, I wouldn’t act on it. I wouldn’t draw the money from my savings account and have a go for myself.And even if I did that, I definitely, definitely wouldn’t fall for him. Not again. Not after everything we went through. Not after splitting up the first time nearly brought me to my knees.Not after settling into a decent routine, the girls and me, with no drama, no heartbreak, no crazy passions to rock the calm little boat we’re sailing on. I mean, who would be stupid enough to risk all that over a hot, sweaty, oily bit of rough like Darren Trent?

    She’s one of his best friends, the girl who has been by his side through thick and thin. A year without Eli was difficult for Aria. She missed his warmth, his smile, his playfulness. But though she’s loved him for a long time, it doesn’t matter. She knows she’s not his type. She’s not blonde, or thin, or beautiful. She is just plain Aria. But now he’s back, and he’s different. With help from their friends, Eli is determined to finally claim Aria. Laying his feelings on the table, he makes sure Aria knows the truth. He’s not going anywhere. He loves her, and from the moment they first met when they were three years old, they belonged together. Can two young souls fight for their love, or will outside influences tear them apart?

    When she finds out about a family she never knew she had, she travels half-way across the country to meet them. On the night Bailey hits town, her nerves get the better of her, making her act out of character when she meets Wyatt Kincaid in a bar and lets him take her home. After a night that rocks her world, she races out of his bed as quickly as she fell into it. But, there is one thing Bailey can’t run from, the baby she and Wyatt created. Wyatt went out looking for a good time and found a hell of a lot more than he’d bargained for. He wants more than a one night stand with the woman in his bed; he wants a chance at forever. But when he wakes up the next morning, she’s gone. He searches for her, but Bailey is nowhere to be found… until he goes looking in his best friend’s home. Warning: This novella contains a sexy alpha, insta-love, and an "oops" baby! It's quick, hot, and dirty.

    I need money, but what boss would let me bring my baby twins to work? Just when it looks like I'm done for... HE answers my ad. Cassius Anderson is rich, powerful, and he looks amazing in a suit. He says he needs someone to do light work for him at his home office. Most importantly, my twins can come with me. Everything he offers makes it sound like he has a huge heart. But he doesn't. He's given me a great job and a place to stay, so why does he act so cold? So distant? I'm sure he hates me... until the first time he kisses me. After that, he's a whole different man—someone who can't get enough, who won't stop touching me. What I don't know is that Cassius has a huge secret. And it's going to change my whole world when I find out what it is. This is a standalone novella with a HEA and NO cheating! Penny Wylder writes just that-- wild romances. Happily Ever Afters are always better when they're a little dirty, so if you're looking for a page turner that will make you feel naughty in all the right places, jump right in and leave your panties at the door!

    Nine damn years I’d worked my butt off for one of the largest companies in America, and I was fired with a form letter when I returned home from a week in Aruba. All because of a video taken when I was on vacation with my friends—a private video made on my private time. Or so I thought…Pissed off, I cracked open a bottle of wine and wrote my own letter to the gazillionaire CEO telling him what I thought of his company and its practices.I didn’t think he’d actually respond.I certainly never thought I’d suddenly become pen pals with the rich jerk. Eventually, he realized I’d been wronged and made sure I got my job back.Only…it wasn’t the only thing Grant Lexington wanted to do for me. But there was no way I was getting involved with my boss’s boss’s boss. Even if he was ridiculously gorgeous, confident, and charming.It would be completely wrong, inappropriate even.Sort of like the video that got me into trouble to begin with.Two wrongs don’t make a right.But sometimes it’s twice as fun.