Ivy My life wasn’t supposed to look like this. I wasn’t supposed to be stuck in this small town. So, when my best friend gets me an internship at her brother Simon’s company in California, I would be stupid to refuse. The only catch is, I’d never quite gotten over the kiss he and I shared on my nineteenth birthday. The day before he skipped town. But he’s my boss now. And even though that dimpled smile still gets to me, I’m not going to let him break my heart again. Simon Ivy Soleman, with her strawberry blond curls, delicious pouty red lips and legs that make every man drool themselves dry. I should have forgotten her by now. She was nothing but a distant memory from a past I’d left behind in our godforsaken town. But now she’s in my office. And as much as I try to deny it, the truth is that I like having her around. Watching the way her body moves in those pencil skirts. The thing is that I’m not the only one looking. I don’t like the idea of other guys fighting over her. My need to protect her and her perfect shapely hips kicks in. But I’d left her once – had I lost my chance forever? This is a 30,000 words standalone story with a HEA. 18+ readers only.

    Paddy’s Day, she’s suddenly found herself just desperate enough to take a stranger up on his offer for a warm bed. She didn’t anticipate weathering the storm at O’Malley’s Bed & Breakfast, and it isn’t just liquid courage shooting through her veins every time Lucky O’Malley’s devilish gaze catches hers across the crowded bar. But after one night together, he’s made up his mind. And his mind is set on her. She’s never found luck in love but fate may have just delivered her forever with a thick brogue and a mouth filthy enough to make an Irishman blush. Lucky’s one hot Irish import that’s determined to keep his precious lucky charm forever.

     My brother and father are far more the billionaire type. Art is what wakes me up. Expressing my soul through a paintbrush. That and the beautiful woman that stole my heart years ago. But she belongs to their world. An executive for the accounting firm my family runs. And we live clear across the country from one another, but that doesn’t stop the way I feel. Every time I see her, I want to change everything about myself until she takes notice. Funnily enough, she doesn’t want me to change a damn thing. She says that now, but when she finds out all that I desire of her, with her, she might not be so compliant. Or maybe that’s what she’s been waiting on this whole time. This is book 1 in a 3 book series. You will have to read book 2 and 3 to complete the story.

    New Life. It was time to leave it all, and the mistakes I’d made, behind. At least that was plan, until I spent the night with him He was supposed to be a one and done. Someone I’d forget and never think about again. Twenty-four hours later, my life is center stage. Standing in front of a thousand strangers and right next to the one-night stand I promised to forget. The man I had spilled all of my drunken secrets to. To make matters worse…he’s my boss’s son and he’s about to spill a secret of his own. One Last Mistake is a standalone billionaire romance and is Book 3 of The Ironwood Billionaire Series.

    She's feisty yet sweet.Innocent but f#ckin' sexy.She can be so intoxicating.Her touch is sweet like honey.Each time I see those eyes, those lips, that body...I just want to make her mine. (again and again and again)Leaving her was a mistake. Now I'm back to win her over.And I won't take no for answer.Rekindled is a stand-alone surprise baby, second chance, billionaire romance with a guaranteed HEA. Also includes an exclusive never before published dirty fairy tale romance: Sinderella.

    

    My promise to you, the reader: no cheating, no cliffhangers, and a guaranteed HEA.

    

    Maybe because as a child growing up in foster care, she never experienced the true meaning of the season. That’s why the charity she began with her best friend to help make under privileged kids’ Christmas wishes come true is so near and dear to her heart. But this year, those wishes may be derailed when a clerical mistake sends all the gifts to the wrong address. Hoping to locate the gifts before Christmas, Joy tracks down the delivery to the nearby home of a…holiday scrooge! Who cares that he’s the most attractive man she’s ever met? It’s his blustery mood that has her Ho-Ho-Ho turning into No-No-No.Gabriel Frost has no time for annoying interruptions. He’s already burning the midnight oil with a crazy case load, on top of caring for his ailing grandfather. So, when the delivery company claims he can’t return the hundred packages delivered in error, Gabriel is anything but full of holiday cheer.But there’s something about the idyllic town of Snowdon, Massachusetts that brings holiday magic into lives of even the biggest bah-humbuggers. Can the sweet smile of this all-kinds-of-adorable do-gooder melt the ice off Frost’s heart and save Christmas for everyone?

    It was not supposed to turn into a f*cking trap, imprisoning in the middle of nowhere during a blizzard. Matters shift from bad to worse when I find myself stranded and dependent on her. Lena, the beautiful but impertinent small town girl who offers me shelter. We didn’t get off to a good start, but now we’re forced to ride out this damn blizzard together, trapped in her strange house, snapping at each other and bantering back and forth like an old couple, even though we just met.It may be the alluring depth of sadness in her ocean blue eyes, her flawless porcelain skin, or the sweet and tantalizing lure of the mulled wine she’s making – but something tells me, she’s ready to take what I have to offer. She’s not sassy by default, but she’s awaking the monster in me.And there’s nowhere for either of us to run.

    She certainly did not expect to be expecting… Dante lost Riley’s number but figures if she’d been interested, she’d have contacted him. Trouble is, he’s still very interested in her. A night at the Bird of Paradise strip club brings surprises for both. Roses are red Violets are blue Flirt Club has a sexy new collaboration Just for you! Join twelve of the Flirt Club authors in this hot and steamy spring collection where our May Flowers bloom faster than a hothouse rose under the touch of our sexy heroes. #mayflowers #FlirtClub

    Like, glass shards on top of sandpaper rough. She managed to get out of an abusive relationship only to have her ex kidnap their 4-year-old son just days before the custody hearing. Lily has become so difficult to be around that her best friend, Alexa, has finally given up hope and abandoned her in Shorty’s Pub.Gerrit Rousseau is an oasis of calm in a stormy world, downplaying his smoldering good looks as he tends bar and keeps his head down. His emotions are not easily stirred, but the brazen, tattooed Lily is lighting a fire. There’s something about her, something beyond her looks, that gets his blood pumping to all the right places.Sexual fireworks are inevitable with these two, especially during Mardi Gras—but things in New Orleans are never as simple as they seem. When a man turns up dead and Lily admits to Gerrit that she was directly involved, all hell breaks loose in the Crescent City. Gerrit is compelled to get to the bottom of the twin mysteries of the death and the missing child, but first he must figure out where the mysterious Dani Weeks and her son Riley fit in.

    I needed her.MarthaThanksgiving was my jam... and my pie, and my rolls. My obsession.When my Christmas obsessed sister asked to host MY holiday, I was more than a little grumpy. But something in my gut told me to let her have it. Turns out, there had never been a better time to trust my instincts.She'd invited a French guy she worked with, and once I got sight of Kellen, I wasn't hungry for Thanksgiving dinner anymore. After one taste of his dough, I was certain we were the perfect combination. But his work visa said otherwise.Was I a fling to keep him entertained until he left the country?KellenGorging myself on Thanksgiving dinner wasn't my ideal way to spend my extra day off, but Betsy had insisted I not 'celebrate' alone. I didn't bother to explain that the French didn't celebrate American Thanksgiving. In Betsy's world, everything was celebrated.When I met her gorgeous sister, Martha, and found an opportunity for a hands-on baking lesson, I was trying to figure out how to extend my work visa. Because once I'd tasted her goods there was no turning back.Is there anything better than falling in love? Finding another HEA? I'll always give you a dirty-sweet story to keep your heart full and your windows steamed!

    She wished he’d never left. TylerGoing back is never easy. Especially when the night you left is also the night the girl of your dreams said she loved you.I wasn't enough for her back then. I wasn't enough for me either.Avery and I were just kids, and I had dreams that were bigger than Oakwood falls could provide.Not to mention, she was my best friend’s kid sister. She was off-limits then. A decade later, she's probably still off-limits. But this time, I don’t care. I won't let anything stop me.I've come back to make Avery Roberts mine.AveryHe broke my heart. I handed it to him on a silver platter and instead of taking care of it, he stomped it into the ground and didn't look back at the mess he made.A whole decade has passed since that night, and I’ve grown up. I'd like to say I don't think of him, but that would be a lie. I think about him all the time. I think about him so much that when I see him again, I don't quite trust my eyes. I've seen him in the faces of strangers so many times that it's hard for me to recognize him in the flesh. But he's here. He's back. And I’m…angry.He says he came back for me. Question is, am I still the girl he left behind?I won't let him break my heart again.Mother Nature has other ideas for these star-crossed lovers. When the rotting floor of an old cabin gives way and traps them together in an old cellar, they’re LOVE TRAPPED. They have no choice but to confront their past, and possibly discover their future…As always, this Megan Wade book comes with her ‘Sugar Promise’. High heat, low drama, guaranteed.

     I’d be devastated if my heart broke again.  So, is it better to let the past stay in the past?