A few handsome donations and suddenly I’m his personal nurse, living in his mansion while he recovers from his cardiac event. After weeks of tending him, I know there’s a better side hiding under his controlling ways, even if he hides it most of the time. And if I’m honest, the heat between us makes me want to forget everything else. But there are things he’s not telling me -- and now I’m getting creepy photos in the mail. I don’t know if I can live like this. James: It’s true: I’ve got a type, and Aisha fits it perfectly. But it’s not just her beauty that draws me to her; it’s her intelligence and her strength. She’s not like the others -- but I don’t know how to make her believe it. I’m having her guarded for her own protection, but whoever is harassing her is very clever. But I’ll find them, and I’ll stop them. Aisha’s mine, and she’s carrying my baby, and I’m not going to let anything happen to her. I just have to keep her safe long enough to convince her we belong together. **** This is a standalone novel with a HEA ****

    Great right? That was until she faced his greedy relative in a court battle over the estate, which opens a can of Secrets. Court exposure sets off a string of events that reach as high as the United States Senate Chambers and as low as State prison walls. Through everything, Chastity once again must face her past Secrets. Desperate measures won’t allow her to push her childhood friend, Lt. Cmdr. Kenton Stone to the side, she needs his help, even though she hides the biggest Secret of all from him. Excerpt:"Mr. Jamison, I see your client is here. The plaintiff is here as well, shall we begin?" The anorexic woman's deep voice startled Chastity out of her reverie."Yes, thank you,” Mr. Jamison answered.The woman nodded. "Good. My name is Ms. Jackson. I will serve as Mediator today. Due to the nature of this claim, I have asked Mr. John Abrams to assist since he has a lot of experience with these types of cases." She pointed to the man seated next to her before looking across the table at Maude Stone."As attorney for Ms. Stone, we appreciate any assistance in setting these matters straight as expeditiously as possible." Her attorney flipped through a stack of papers, before glancing across the table to Mr. Jamison.The mediator nodded. "A grievance was filed against the will of Mr. David Baxter by his sister, Mrs. Maude Stone— ““Why am I here wasting my time?” Chastity blurted, unable to hold it in any longer, her jaw tight. “Mr. Baxter had the right to leave his money and property to whoever he wanted to.” Brows raised and head tilted, she stared at the shellacked hair on Maude Baxter’s head and wished she had a match to send it sky-high in flames.“If he weren’t unduly influenced, which I believe he was,” Maude snapped, her eyes narrowed in challenge.The heifer wants to play. Bring it on. “So you’re rewriting the law now?” She shoved a tendril of hair behind her ear.“Just stating it so you can understand.” Her tone dripped acid.“Cut the crap, you’re fighting his will ‘cause I’m black. If I were white, your nose’d be so far up my ass, I’d be breathing for you.” He’d told her to come out fighting, throw down the gauntlet. Maude Stone's neck and shoulders tensed at the distasteful confrontation. “What’s up with you people?” She chuckled with an evil grin and pushed herself forward, her breast squashed against the table.Chastity’s teeth snapped together as her face blazed. “You people?” Eyes widening, she leaned forward, palms on the table, and stood. “Oh hell no, you didn’t.” This bitch doesn’t know me.Maude rolled her eyes. “Yeah, anytime something happens, you scream it’s because of your color. That’s getting so old. Somebody says something against the President, it's because he’s black. If the police make a mistake, take down the wrong person, it’s because he’s black; if the rent goes up, it because he’s black; if the sun don’t shine, it’s because of somebody black. Damn, the sun don’t just shine on black people. Listen, the only color that matters in the world today is green. And I’m fighting my brother’s will because you’re a gold-digging whore.”

    But when you're in love, what the heart knows is the most important thing of all.Helen Ketterling is good at keeping secrets --- and the most precious one of all is her son. Years ago, Helen had left the Bad River Sioux Reservation --- the passionate nights she had spent in the arms of Reese Blue Sky were never meant to last. She had never told him about their child, she wasn't about to tie him down just when he needed his freedom most.Reese is astonished that his first love has returned to Bad River. But while desire he feels for her hasn't abated, he senses that she's holding something back. Although Reese is a man with secrets of his own, this proud man seeks the truth. And in this place where cherished traditions clash with a modern world, he's hoping to believe once again in what the heart knows.

    I knew it was wrong to spread my legs for him. But I did it anyway. I was supposed to hand him scalpels. Instead, I handed him my V-card on a silver platter. It should've been a one-time thing. Except that now, I want more. I want to pretend to be his fiancee. Take him to that fancy party. A party where secrets will come out. Mine will too. A secret that I'm carrying in my belly...His little surprise gift.

     In this modern era, will they find eternal love or will they be doomed to repeat the cycle forever?

    Until her rival for a major account—gorgeous, blue-eyed Tristan Dawson—shows her just how irresistible a bad boy can be. But unless the reformed playboy can inspire her trust as well as her passion, what happens in Sin City will stay there.  Shipwrecked by Sienna Mynx  Professor Deja Jones still fantasizes about the mind-blowing kiss she shared with Jon Hendrix at their siblings' wedding. Now an anniversary celebration on his family's private island brings her face-to-face once again with the enticingly sexy sports agent. When a storm strands them together, will their explosive attraction ignite into something stronger and deeper?