Is that so bad?Maybe not, if I had at least asked for help. Instead, my stubbornness sends me straight to the emergency room.And then the operating room.I might regret ever getting out that dang Christmas tree…If the surgeon wasn’t the hot guy whose son I used to babysit.I’m all grown up now—but is that what he sees when he looks at me, or am I still just a kid in his eyes? ChrisAfter serving eight years as a field surgeon for the army, I’m finally back home in Starlight, Montana.I shouldn’t be surprised to see a familiar face or two.But when Claire Hart shows up in the ER, for a moment I’m struck dumb.She’s the kid who used to babysit my son Dillon.Except she’s not a kid anymore.She’s a beautiful woman, charming, sweet, and curvy as sin.Without her help and dedication all those years ago, I couldn’t have finished my residency.I’d love to find a way to show her I’m eternally grateful. Like give her my heart—if she’ll have it.Ho-ho-ho—this hero is back in town for the holidays, and he’s about to unwrap the greatest gift of all: true love. Holidays with the Hometown Hero is a series of standalone short, sweet, and steamy instalove romances. No cliffhangers. No cheating. HEA guaranteed!

    She saved her virginity. Torque Morrison is a biker without roots—a Nomad—and he likes it that way. The pierced and tattooed member of the Death’s Door MC is a bad boy who’s lived hard and stayed away from what he really wants…the curvy Delilah. And staying away from what’s forbidden has been the hardest thing he’s ever done. Delilah Stringer was the daughter of the Death’s Door MC president, and she wasn’t a shrinking violet. The outlaws she grew up around may be crude and nasty, but they’re also protective, and they’d never approve of her being with a fellow Patch. But Torque is the only man she’s ever wanted. And then he’s back in town, and one drunken night leads to her giving him her virginity. Torque finally claims Delilah. She’s him in all ways. He isn’t about to walk away from her, no matter who he has to go up against to make that known. Warning: A fast, filthy story that leaves nothing to the imagination is just a page away. It’s unbelievable, and it might even be a little ridiculous, but it hits the spot in all the right ways. Reader note: This story was previously published under the title Ridin’ Her Rough. It has since been revised and re-edited.

     At thirty-five, Marcus Carelli has it all: wealth, power, and the kind of looks that leave women breathless. A self-made billionaire, he heads one of the largest hedge funds on Wall Street and can take down major corporations with a single word. The only thing he’s missing? A wife who’d be as big of an achievement as the billions in his bank account. A cat lady who needs a date… Twenty-six-year-old bookstore clerk Emma Walsh has it on good authority that she’s a cat lady. She doesn’t necessarily agree with that assessment, but it’s hard to argue with the facts. Raggedy clothes covered with cat hair? Check. Last professional haircut? Over a year ago. Oh, and three cats in a tiny Brooklyn studio? Yep, she’s got those. And yes, fine, she hasn’t had a date since… well, she can’t recall. But that part is fixable. Isn’t that what the dating sites are for? A case of mistaken identity… One high-end matchmaker, one dating app, one mix-up that changes everything... Opposites may attract, but can this last?

    I call it clever research.It gets me what I want and when I want it.When I get bored, I move on.My system works like a charm…Until a little ray of SUNSHINE shows up.***Dating is nonexistent for me.I’m quirky, silly, and inexperienced.This means my romantic life is certainly lacking.I don’t date because no one’s interested.Some say I’m an independent woman who doesn’t need a man.But I know I’m on the fast track to becoming a lonely cat lady.How many cats are too many cats anyway?My boring world stays that way…Until my future stepmother’s STALKER shows up.

    Bonded by a random drunken conversation about one-handed reads, they leave the bar bound together by the one thing they all have in common: book boyfriends. Ladies’ Night will get a much-needed makeover when they form their own bi-monthly dirty book club where they gather together to read and indulge their ultimate fantasies over piles of good food, bottles of wine, and cocktails that are way better than the ones they get at the local pub. Join the club and get to know the girls. They don’t know it yet, but their happily-ever-afters are going to be EPIC.

    Scott. Wildlife conservationist Jade Sinclair isn’t used to having money. But when she and her siblings learned they were part of the mega-rich Sinclair dynasty, they became billionaires overnight. Jade doesn’t even know how to act rich, especially when she’s dealing with an arrogant, privileged, unreasonably sexy snob like Eli Stone.Unlike Jade, Eli grew up rich, and he just keeps getting richer. Eli is always looking for an adventure, and he’s found an inviting one in Jade—as resistant as she is irresistible. His less-than-honorable plan? Get her alone in the wilderness by buying out all the spots in her survival class.Calling a truce, they strike a bargain: Jade will teach Eli basic survival skills, and he’ll teach her how to navigate the world of the wealthy elite. Jade has only one condition—she will not let herself be seduced by him. But some things are easier said than done…

    I am at loose ends for various reasons and nothing sounds better than a month in Cancún during Spring Break. Nothing, that is, until Bridget Blaze--who looks like a goddess come to life—wanders into my bar. She’s here to work… just like me, but the attraction between us is so hot we find ourselves throwing off our obligations almost as fast as we throw off our clothes. It doesn’t take long to realize she’s way out of my league. She’s got it all together, a plan, a career, and no room for a guy who’s still figuring things out. She’s got it all, where do I fit in? * * * * * Is it getting hot in here? We sure hope so! It’s Spring Break season, and your favorite Flirt Club authors have put together some steamy, short stories about sexy times in the sun! So grab a piña colada and take a break while we heat things up for you. We promise you will get hot and bothered with our hunky heroes! Sun, sin, and string bikinis… everything’s going down.

    #1. Always be attainable. #2. Never fall in love. And I’ve been living by these rules for a very long time. I love my life. I’m one-third of the Trifecta, only the naughtiest male revue show Sin City has ever seen. My days consist of working out, saving money, and entertaining women both on and off the stage. Until the moment, Clara walks into Big Willie’s and wants nothing to do with me. She avoids me at every turn. And it drives me crazy. But, when she needs a date for her step-sister’s wedding, there’s only one person she can turn to. Me. And I’m more than happy to be the piece of meat on her arm. Date for the wedding, and nothing else. Only one problem, I find myself wanting more. This is all new to me, and I find myself breaking both my rules. But this is Vegas, baby, and sometimes rules are meant to be broken.

    From the moment I set eyes on her, I knew Regina Redd would be mine.  She will feel the bite of punishment under my hand as I devour her...body and soul.  My Little Red will beg for release as I make her call me Daddy.  I am the big bad wolf, and I will be her ever after.

    He needs a change. Can a little holiday magic turn this fake date into something real?HollyAs a single woman, a lot of the men at the office don’t take me seriously.When the office holiday party rolls around, I need a date.I find just who I’m looking for at a Christmas tree lot, and we strike a deal.Gabriel is sexy, charming, and makes me want to jingle his bells.As business turns to pleasure, will I give into the temptation to make him mine under the mistletoe?GabrielWorking at the family tree farm isn’t what I want.It seems like a Christmas miracle when I meet Holly Lancaster.When I agree to go as her date to her corporate holiday party, it seems like my way out.But she’s too tempting.She’s curvy, smart, and I want to lick the frosting off her cookies.Can I convince her that we’re meant to be more than business partners?

    Hot single daddy. Arrogant. Rude. Older. My boss. Totally off limits... right? Matthew Hansen is the kind of handsome that has grown women whispering behind their hands and giggling like schoolgirls. Dark, tall and mysterious, he’s a newcomer to our little town. He’s a gritty, grease-covered mechanic, and a single daddy. Sweet, right? Plus, he’s looking for a nanny – and I am desperately looking for a job. Sounds like the perfect deal. Only he’s a jerk. An uncivilized, hulking brute. Zero manners. Zero interest in making me feel welcome in his home. Downright rude. But oh, so sexy. And I need the job. I can do this. One thing is for sure: I can’t fall for the Caveman. No matter how sexy he is. How mysterious. How tortured. That’s the only rule – and one I’m about to break. ***This is a standalone, full-length romance with a HEA and no cliffhanger or cheating. For a limited time, I have included ZANE, a standalone novel, and MICAH, a standalone long novella, as bonus. ***(Librarian Note: This story is loosely connected (as a sort of sequel) to Zane (Inked Brotherhood, #3).)

    As the owner of The Wicked Horse, an elite sex club located along the Vegas Strip, I never spend the night alone. I don’t grant favors and will rarely give you the time of day—unless I want you in my bed. So when the sister of my sworn enemy shows up asking for help, saying “no” should be easy. But all I see is the opportunity to help this beautiful woman while exacting revenge on her brother, and I am not about to pass that up. Beaten and bruised, Trista Barnes is running out of options, and, unfortunately for her, I’m her last chance to get out of the mess she’s in. She doesn’t know why I despise her brother so much, but as long as I can help her, she doesn’t care. And while I am more than happy to keep her safe, I intend to do so while opening her up to a sinful world she never knew existed.As Trista falls into the wicked world of guilt free pleasure with no regrets, my feelings of possessiveness begin to grow. But when she finds out I used her as my pawn for revenge, my wicked favor may cost me everything.

    When you’re a billionaire playboy that’s part of the game. No different when I find a waif in my break room, making herself coffee with a brazen air that hits me like a storm. Her mouth is so feisty, I have no choice but to take it. I need to claim her. To own her. But then I discover Grace Hart is my temporary intern. Off limits in more ways than one - She’s also freshly minted from the joint – here on my charitable re-integration program. She struts her curvy little body into my office and lays down the boundaries Which only inflames me more I shouldn’t do it but I can’t resist. She’s the perfect mask for my tedious social engagements The little minx deals hard but I can deal harder A bad girl to get me though the summer But maybe we’re both in need of redemption Just Billionaire is a hot full length romance featuring an alpha male and a girl looking for her second chance - in life. It's the first in the standalone series of Bossy Billionaires. Sav xo

    Not that I'm interested in him in that way. Attorneys can't go around sleeping with their clients. Not even if he is the most beautiful man I've ever met and so ridiculously smart he makes my nerdy-girl heart sigh.Besides, he has too much on the line to risk taking a chance on the insane chemistry building between us. We both do.I've always followed the rules. Too bad he makes me want to break each and every one of them.All About the D is a romantic comedy and a full-length standalone. Due to adult situations and sexual content, it's recommended for readers over the age of 18.

    I hand pick girls from the street who have no options left in life and give them an opportunity they can’t possibly refuse. They come to work in the Lafayette Club which is full of EXQUISITE DEBAUCHERY, where influential men come to conduct business and lap dances are considered a fine art. The girls are trained, they are morphed, they are educated, they follow the rules of the club and they know to submit to me. They live by my motto, no relationships, no love, just sex. They are never touched, only by me, they are never completely naked, only with me, and their personas are entirely anonymous. The only person who knows who they truly are, is me, Jett Colby. If these girls were ever seen on the streets of New Orleans, you would never know they were a Jett Girl.