Just another twenty-something girl, living the dream. That’s what I tell myself every morning. That I’m successful, self-aware, and well-balanced. It's just a tiny fib. I would be all of those things, if I had friends who didn’t work with me at the bank. And if I made it to pilates more than once a quarter. And if watermelon slushies weren't the main source of nutrients in my diet. It wouldn’t hurt if I’d had sex in the last year, either. (My best friend insists Jorge the Nightstand Boyfriend doesn’t count.)But when you know where you're going, you don’t need to enjoy the ride. Right?Even if some teeny part of me did want to fool around, Max Donovan would be the last guy I’d call. Sure, he made the indie video game that broke the internet. And yeah, his eyebrow piercing’s sexy, in a ‘what-are-you-in-a-band?’ kind of way. And fighting with him gets me going faster than Jorge on bezerker mode…He’s still colder than a cactus and twice as prickly. And I’m not talking about his face, because the guy’s barely old enough to shave. It’d really be best if we just ignored each other. Which is a problem, because Max Donovan is my new biggest client.So what happens when the girl who lives to work meets the guy who was born to play?Game on.

    Seriously. The guy is like a potassium addict. Of course, I touched it. If you want to get technical, I actually put it in my mouth. I chewed it up, too... I even swallowed.I know. Bad, bad, girl.Then I saw him, and believe it or not, choking on a guy's banana does not make the best first impression. I should backtrack a little here. Before I ever touched a billionaire’s banana, I got my first real assignment as a business reporter. This wasn’t the same old bottom-of-the-barrel assignment I always got. I wasn’t going to interview a garbage man about his favorite routes or write a piece on how picking up dog poop from people’s yards is the next big thing. Nope. None of the above, thank you very much.This was my big break. My chance to prove I wasn’t a bumbling, clumsy, accident-prone walking disaster. I was infiltrating Galleon Enterprises to follow up on suspicions of corruption. Cue the James Bond music.I could do this. All I had to do was land the position as an intern and nail my interview with Bruce Chamberson.Forget the fact that he looked like somebody carved him out of liquid female desire, then sprinkled on some "makes men question their sexuality" for good measure. I needed to make this work. No accidents. No disasters. No clumsiness. All I needed to do was hold it together for less than an hour.Fast forward to the conference room before the interview, and that's where you would find me with a banana in my hand. A banana that literally had his name on it in big, black sharpie. It was a few seconds later when he walked in and caught me yellow-handed. A few seconds after that was when he hired me. Yeah. I know. It didn't seem like a good sign to me, either.

     Angela Reynolds works as a freelance reporter and photographer and lives pay to pay in a small, downtown, studio apartment in Manhattan. She doesn’t know where her next meal is coming from and can only hope the phone rings and she has a job tomorrow. All of this changes when she’s hired by the New York Times to interview the thirty-year-old business tycoon, Clive Davis, and this billionaire takes a liking to her. Angela isn’t impressed by fast cars, grand gestures or the fact everyone avoids eye contact with Clive as if they’d insult a god by looking directly at him. Instead it’s the man behind the mask that wins her over. But that causes a whole new set of problems that the two, who are from two different worlds, must face. Will she be able to handle the pressure that comes from being someone of Clive’s background? Will Clive be able to withstand the backlash that may come for being with someone of a lower economic class? One night With The Tycoon is a billionaire romance novella. There is NO cheating, NO cliffhangers, and a happy ending!

    I surrendered, letting him bind me, letting him tie me.I submitted. And he left me with a hunger to be dominated,...a baby growing inside me...…and a devastating choice to make. AngelinaI've worked for six long years, gritting my teeth and making it on my own. I've learned how to be a single mommy to my baby girl. And we don't need anyone now. Neither of us can survive another broken heart.So I earned my degree and landed one hell of a job. Our luck is turning around, and I can finally give Violet the life she deserves. I've put the past behind me… Except I can't forget the night Will introduced me to the dark, seductive pleasures of how it feels to give up control.Tall and powerful, with a confidence that seeps into my veins, he promised to take care of me… And he did. High school prom night… and sweet satin ropes... He bound me to him in ways I'd never imagined, and he was all I ever wanted.Will created a need inside me only he can satisfy… but all I have left is his memory.My friend Mattie wants to celebrate graduation with a decadent night at her favorite club… the whole idea scares the hell out of me. But it may be my last chance to relive the past, to feel the sweet freedom of giving up my power. So I screw up my courage… and I put on my mask…I go to The Underground, where the only secret you can keep is your identity. Everything else gets exposed. Absolutely everything. Your body, your desires, your secrets… and your darkest sins.Maybe, just maybe… if I give in one last time, I'll be able to put my Will and my cravings behind me for good.WillAngelina was my turning point. My delicate angel. She holds her control so close to her heart… but I taught her the pleasures of surrender… From the first time I held her, I knew she was not just mine to pleasure, mine to savor… but mine to protect.After she ran, it took me six f**king years to find her again. But I did.My angel, masked at a BDSM club, and wearing sweet pink satin tied around her luscious breasts. It told me everything I needed to know: that she'd never forgotten.Now she's ready to be dominated one last time. I'll make her remember, because I never forgot.But she trusts no one, and the kind of pleasure I give demands total surrender. Somehow, I have to find a way to reach her… I will own her body…...because she already owns my soul.

    Sometimes, you need a Magnificent Bastard.Face it, ladies: love sucks and then you cry...while your ex rides off into the sunset banging your best friend. But why let a break-up end in tears when it can end with sweet revenge? Enter Magnificent Bastard Consulting and me, chief executive bastard. I've got it all--looks, brains, a heart of gold, and the killer instinct guaran-damn-teed to make your ex regret the day he said goodbye.With the help of my virtual assistant, I've built an empire giving broken-hearted women the vengeance they deserve, while keeping myself far from the front lines of the heart. Life is a bowl of cherries, until my virtual assistant shows upon my real doorstep for the first time, begging for a Magnificent Bastard intervention of her own.  Damn... She's a bona fide sex kitten. I pride myself on being a true pro, but pretending to be her lover soon leads to giving it to her good, hard, fast, and up against the wall. And somewhere between getting balls deep in my sweet and sexy assistant and watching her ex beg for a second chance, I break every last one of my damn rules--professional and personal.So what's my next move? Fight for the girl who makes me want to get up on a white horse and ride to her rescue, or stay a Magnificent Bastard to the end? Warning: MAGNIFICENT BASTARD is a stand-alone erotic romance told from the hero's point of view. No cliffhanger. Lots of dirty talk. A Sexy Flirty Dirty Standalone Romance

     ReaganI hate him. Jude Titan is everything that’s wrong with the male sex: cocky, domineering and loaded with swagger. Oh, and did I mention he’s a Republican? Yeah, the guy’s so conservative he leans to the right when walking. And lucky me, I’m running against him for Senate. But I’ve got plenty of fight in me. A golden boy war hero opponent with a smile that leaves melted panties in its wake? Bring. It. On.JudeDamn, she’s sexy. Reagan Preston intrigues me from the moment I lay eyes on her. And speaking of laying…I want between those thighs. But I want to make her burn for me first. Every debate and stolen moment is foreplay for us. She claims she hates me, but her body tells a different story. I plan to win this election, but I also want to win the sharp, fiery Democrat who captures my attention like no woman ever has. Politics is filthy, just like all the things I want to do to Reagan Preston.

    . . break them and you're out. Rule #1 - No names It doesn't matter if you want to know, it's forbidden. Rule #2 - No exchanging numbers It doesn't matter if you want to call, it's forbidden. Rule #3 - Everything is to remain strictly anonymous. It doesn't matter if you want to tell, it's forbidden. The Dark Room is the only place you can live out your fantasies and no one will ever know it’s you. For Parker, what started out as a business transaction has turned into an addiction. For Mia, it's been a chance to discover who she truly is. What happens in the dark will have you begging for more . . .

    She was fired by one, which is why she has created her own executive training program—helping heartless bosses become more human. So Taylor shocks even herself when she agrees to coach Bennett Wade, the cutthroat exec who got her unceremoniously canned. She’d love to slam the door in his annoying but very handsome face, but the customers aren’t exactly lining up at her door. Plus, this extreme makeover will give Taylor the golden opportunity to prove that her program works like a charm.HE WANTS TO BUY IT.Bennett Wade is many things—arrogant, smug, brusque—but trusting isn’t one of them. Women just seem to be after his billions. So when he hires Taylor Reed, he has no desire to change. Bennett is trying to win over the feminist owner of a company he desperately wants to buy, but something about the fiery Taylor thaws the ice around his heart, making Bennett feel things he never quite planned on. And if there’s one thing Bennett can’t stand, it’s when things don’t go according to plan.They are a match tailor-made for trouble.

    Boy charms girl. Boy fucks girl.Our story was supposed to end right after the orgasms, right after we went our separate ways.But then we saw each other again...And neither of us could walk away.Our rules were simple.Our passion was scandalous.Our hearts were supposed to be safe...But when you find something so all-consuming--something so intoxicating and inescapable, you'll risk everything you've ever had, even if you're destined to crash and burn.This is us.This is our messed up love.This is turbulence.

     The reasons I can’t f*ck Jessica: She’s my employee. She’s a virgin. She’s twenty one. I will only want more and more. Saving lives for a living is what I do. But running a medical practice and being a single dad means my life is chaotic. I needed a babysitter – and I got so much more than I bargained for. I want her so f***ing bad, but I’ll have to keep my d*ck in my pants. Maybe there’s a reason we met. I’m seeking funding to research a cure that will change lives. And the head of the philanthropic organization will only support married couples. Taking Jessica’s virginity is a bad idea – but faking a marriage isn’t. I just hope I’ve got the self-restraint to pull this off. *** This is a Full-Length STANDALONE Fake Marriage & Virgin Romance Novella, with extra steamy bonus content included! an HEA and NO CLIFFHANGER. ***

    She didn’t belong at that club.So I gave her every penny I had to leave with me. I have to claim her. Show the world she belongs to me now.But I have one rule – a rule I can’t break:No release before a fight. I need my mojo if I’m going to win.The rest of our lives depends on it. I have to hold back, but I don’t know if I can resist. She might ruin everything.Or she might just save my life…All books in the Relentless Alphas series can be read as STAND-ALONES! So dig in! Enjoy this fierce, protective alpha who won't stop until he has his princess. Warning - not responsible for overheating tablets ;)

    Hollyfield – Contemporary RomanceI am meticulous. Structured. A single father.I obsess over things and crave control.And when a hot, feisty little woman throws a wrench in my carefully laid out plans, I lose my mind. My every thought revolves around making her bend to my will—until they become less about her doing things my way and more about just her. My name is Trevor Blackstone. I am an obsessive, complicated, demanding man.People may not understand me, but it doesn't stop them from wanting me.***Four Fathers Series by bestselling authorsJ.D. Hollyfield, Dani René, K Webster, and Ker Dukey Four genres. Four bestselling authors. Four different stories. Four weeks in April.One intense, sexy, thrilling ride from beginning to end! ***These books were designed so you can read them out of order. However, they all interconnect and would be best enjoyed by reading them all!***1 – Blackstone by J.D. Hollyfield – GR: http://bit.ly/2GXCzS1 2 – Kingston by Dani René – GR: http://bit.ly/2FMjzX1 3 – Pearson by K Webster – GR: http://bit.ly/2FKvjcE 4 – Wheeler by Ker Dukey – GR: http://bit.ly/2oIY1T6

     MAX She's off limits. The one girl I can't have. Of course, I don't know that when I see her for the first time and bury myself inside her. But I'm marrying her mother... a loveless marriage that means nothing to either of us, but still means Lola Grace can't be mine. I wouldn't be good for her, anyway. I play hard, and f*ck harder. I'd ruin a pretty young girl like her in mere hours. But I just can't resist... Lola Grace is too damn sweet for me to give up. LOLA GRACE My life changes when Max River walks into it. He complicates everything, making me regret ever setting eyes on his tall, inked and toned body. But at the same time, I can't let go. I know the rules. No kissing. Not touching. No talking. No f*cking. And I'm about to break every one of them. Full-length novel. Standalone, no cliffhanger. HEA guaranteed.

    Trent’s my soon-to-be adopted brother … and he drives me up the wall! Janie’s the daughter of two hippie do-gooders. Her parents have a mission to save the world, and that includes welcoming handsome quarterback Trent Lewis into their home after his parents pass in an unfortunate accident. Trent’s got a chip on his shoulder the size of a house. He's not interested in being “adopted” per se, especially because he’s already an adult. But when the alpha gets a look at the curvy girl living under the same roof, suddenly the heat skyrockets … because he and Janie are about to embark on the taboo! Hey Readers – Can you say FORBIDDEN? Well, we promise you'll shiver and squeal reading this fun-loving tale. As always, there’s a sweet HEA where the BBW brunette gets her gorgeous man :) Bonus books included. Love, Katie and Sarah

     I'm a romance author. You'd think I'd be an expert on happy endings, but things didn't turn out for me the way they do in my books.Robbie Wheeler was my muse. A gentleman on the streets and a freak in the sheets, he was everything I thought I wanted in a husband. The classic bad boy with a leather jacket and a big heart, but he had his vices, too. Vices that would ultimately tear us apart.I left him, but he never left me. He signed the papers with a smile and promised to win me back someday.I didn't believe he could change. Then, he showed up when I needed him the most.He made me laugh when all I wanted to do was cry. He held my hand when everyone else turned away.My muse returned to claim my heart, but I couldn't help but wonder...Was this really our happily ever after?Or was it all just another lie? Pretty Ever After is the long-awaited third and final book of the Chicago Nights series! It includes brand-new epilogues for all three couples that you don't want to miss! It is strongly recommended that you read the previous books first.