But I believed in us, I believed in our love.He left to serve our country. Promising to always stay with me no matter where he was.He broke his promise. He got on that bus and I never heard from him again.So, I did what anyone would, I moved on. I left him in the past, right beside the broken heart gave me.Five years came between us, five years for me to forget all about him.Until the night he swoops in and saves me. The boy I remember has turned into a hard bodied soldier. His muscles are thick, his arms strong, protective, holding me like he never wants to let me go.And his smile, his smile still makes my heart flutter.I don't know what to do. He hurt me once already.Do I forgive him and give him a second chance?Or do I let go of this man in uniform?*Meet Wyatt Saint, a man with a mission to get what he wants. This quick, hot, full of feels story has a happily ever after!

    The life everyone thinks they want. But I feel like the poorest man alive when I roll over and see that empty space in my bed. When I walk past the purpose-built rooms I designed and even picked the damned colors for. For our children. For her. For our family. Who is she? Where is she? I’ve nearly given up all hope until I see the outline of her curves through my front door. Could it be? It is. An older man with a younger woman is almost expected at my age, but this is different. I can feel it. As soon as I see those curves I know she really is the one. SonyaThe new house at the end of the street is finally finished, but who would live there? It’s like a palace. They must have a ton of kids, with all that room in the yard, plus the park right next door… My dad, my adoptive dad. He’s on another cruise with my step-mom, giving me the friendly reminder that it’s time to leave the nest now that college is all finished.“…think about what you can do, what you’re good at. Find that job, then we’ll help you get set up in a place of your own…” I only ever babysat for the neighbors, and figure the new ones must have kids. If I’m to make any sort of living, any kind of future for myself, there’s no time like the present so here goes nothing… Once I see him though, once that door opens, I know another door has closed forever. The life I just left behind. *Possessive Neighbor is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

    He’s filled with turmoil and heartache and regrets, but for two hours every Wednesday all he feels is me. How much I desire him, how desperate he makes me, how much I’d like things to be different between us. Real.He used to be my best friend back before he got married. And now? Now, he’s a young widower. It would be wrong on so many levels to expect something more from him, so I give him what he needs. Dark, delicious fucking.But I know I can’t keep this up. I’ve already given him my body, my soul. I want him to have my heart. It might drive him away forever, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take.Wednesday is an angsty romp told from dual points of view. If you’re in the mood for something quick and dirty, you’ve found it. Proceed at your own risk.

    Boring is too colorful a word for it. I’ve been escorting humans to the afterlife for millennia. I’m over it. But when you’re the son of the two greatest reapers of all time, reaping is in your blood. My latest appointment is with one Annabelle Lyric, a twenty-eight year old New Orleans party planner. Snoozefest. But there is one bonus to this assignment: it’s Halloween night. In New Orleans. And she’s attending a posh party whilst unaware of her impending demise. I’ve been tasked with taking Annabelle’s soul right after the masked ball. The good news? I’ll fit right in with all the costumed partygoers. The bad news? That hits me when I realize Annabelle is much more than my next victim, she’s my fated mate. Author's Note: This is a short novella of Halloween fun. It's smoking hot, spooky safe, and has a HEA.