I was desperate enough to make a foolish decision to save my family. The cost? Me. They may be a motorcycle club, but in all honesty they’re really an elite unit of criminals who just happen to drive motorcycles. They’re a business. An organization. A fully functioning army… What I’ve learned? They work in the gray area; life and death is real; and everyone wants everyone dead. Okay, so maybe that’s dramatic… No. No it’s not. It’s legit. I prepared for the worst, fully anticipating hating my new life. Turns out, I finally found out where I belonged. Oh, and I discovered I’m a little twisted or crazy. Maybe both. Drex Caine, the man without a conscience, didn’t ruin me the way I thought he would. Instead, he made me feel like I was living instead of just waiting to live. And I can never go back to the way things used to be. *Graphic Language*Sexual Content *Dual POV Please note: Book 1 does end on a cliffhanger, but book 2 has the conclusion and will be released March 28, 2016. After book 2, the rest of the series can be read as stand-alone novels without cliffhangers and will have different main characters featured.Cover Model: Derrick Keith Shane MeachamPhotographer: Eric Battershell PhotographyCover Designer: Book Cover by Design

     The words are tattooed on my skin, just as they’re branded on my heart. But I never planned for Sergeant Lincoln Asher, a man as deceptive as he is cold. His dominance sets my teeth on edge . . . and my body on fire. He won’t stop until I’m his, but I’m not his to take. My secrets bind me—and blind me. I live in the shadows of New Orleans. Hidden and protected in the underworld I call home. I know who I am. I vow never to kneel before a man... Save one. And he will be my downfall.

    Their pasts dictate the men they are, but their present shapes their future. What happens when these men meet the one person they are destined to be with? Can they fight their feelings and walk away? Or will they each succumb and learn the sweet agony of love?BentleyThe leader of the group. He is uptight, formal, and cold. Rigid and set in his ways, always following the same path. Until the day, he stumbles upon her. Emmy.She brings with her spontaneity and light. The world she lives in is so different from his, yet he cannot control the draw to her. Nor can he explain the way she makes him feel. Happy. Protective. Loved.

    Parker Preston’s intentions when he gave Alexandra Collins his phone number at the animal rescue gala were more personal than professional. But he’d never expected the sassy beauty with the blue streak in her hair to send him a picture of her perfect, perky boobs as enticement to adopt the dogs she was desperately trying to find a home for.But, dang if they weren’t the ideal incentive for him to offer his home to more than just the dogs. In exchange for adopting the older, bonded pair, she’d need to move in with him for a month and get the dogs acclimated. Oh, and she wouldn’t be sleeping in the guest room during her stay.The deal is only for a month though. And she insisted they weren’t going to fall in love, something he readily agreed with. They had the rules in place, what could possibly go wrong in four short weeks?

    Marriage. College. A family. Slowly, though, life moved forward and left her at a standstill. Until the lawn boy barges into her world. Bossy. Big. Sexy as hell. A virile young male to remind her she’s all woman. Too bad she’s twice his age. Too bad he doesn’t care. She’s older and wiser and more mature. Which means absolutely nothing when he’s invading her space. ***All characters are of legal age.***

    He's cocky. He's filthy rich. He's also loaded with a sizeable package below the belt that drives women crazy.Plus, he's focused. The prize--a football championship ring on his finger.His concentration on getting that ring is unwavering--until Shannon Hale walks into his life. Now the only game he wants to win involves getting her into his bed. Shannon thought she had everything she wanted in life. One cheating fiancé and one shredded wedding dress later, she skips town desperately in need of a do-over. Now, she's inRaleigh, starting her own business and living life by her own rules. She wants nothing to do with NFL's resident playboy.But Oliver's determined both on and off the field.For him to win everything he wants, there's only solution.It's time to play dirty.

    Plunge into this “must-read” epic world and prepare for addiction.Her mission seemed simple: hide in plain sight, search for his secrets, and under no circumstances draw his attention.Posing as a researcher, Cailyn infiltrates the palace of the savage ruler known as Emperor Drocco. He is on a crusade to find the omegas that have been missing for over a century and craves to find his mate. While reviewing his files, Cailyn never expected to meet him.But their attraction is instant.Unfortunately, Drocco is the most intolerable male she’s ever had the displeasure to encounter.He rarely leaves her side, inflicting his bold arrogance, heated gaze, and alpha dominance in a way that infuriates her. Yet their intense attraction captivates her in a way she cannot resist.As an omega spy, Cailyn knows she must slip away. If she falls prey to Drocco’s growing obsession, her deception will be uncovered and she will be at the mercy of his legendary ruthless vengeance.But unbeknownst to them both, she is the omega he seeks.Enter the dark and carnal world of Zoey Ellis’ Myth of Omega. For fans of faithful alpha anti-heroes and captive romances. Cliffhanger included however this series is complete. Includes romance and situations of a dark nature.

    Forget about dating--nobody's got time for that. Even if love hadn't left me jaded, I'm not settling for anything less than perfect this time around.Lucky for me, the perfect man just happens to work in my office. But there's just one small problem: he's my boss, and is totally off limits. But hey, if it's meant to be, it'll find a way, right?Then a night out with friends turns into a night in with the walking-talking bad boy cliche of a bartender. It's just one night. No harm, no foul, right?Except when the hot bartender turns out to be my boss's trouble-making brother, who wants more than just one night with me. The more I resist the spark between us, the more I find myself wanting him too. Which puts me in the middle of what could be the biggest sibling rivalry of the century.Life is messy.And love?Well, love is even messier.

     She’s his employee. His temptation. A fantasy Leo should have kept at arm's length and admired from afar. He knew exposing an inhibited woman to his darkest desires would be a mistake, but the lapse in judgment had been inevitable. He can’t resister her. Not her body. Not her sass. Now everything he’s worked for hangs in the balance along with her clearly marked boundaries. Union of Sin He’ll do anything to protect her. Even if it means letting her go. She's his wife. His everything. Tate made a big mistake. He picked the wrong place to introduce his wife, Cassie, to the alluring lifestyle they’d fantasized about. And she was assaulted because of his carelessness. He’ll do anything to protect her from another traumatic experience, even if it means making the agonizing choice to convince his wife he no longer loves her. Brutal Sin Falling in love will be brutal. She's a woman without flaw. He's a man with many. Bryan is ruthless, heartless, and more than a little proud of his notorious reputation, until his bad attitude threatens to strip him of the one place he can’t live without. His sanctuary. The Vault. The exclusive club is the only place he feels at home, and he’ll do whatever it takes to reclaim what is his. Even if it means asking for help from the woman who landed him in trouble in the first place.

     You could think of these stories as ultra filthy, no strings attached one night stands - perfect for those times when you just want to have a damn wild, sexy time and then walk away slightly bow legged with a satisfied smile on your face. Each story in the series is complete and unrelated to the next, a sensual lucky dip, because regular sex should never have to mean boring sex, right? In fact, the only thing that is regular about this series is that Kitty will release a brand new story EVERY Friday. A weekly dose, because, after all, regular sex is good for your health. Perfect bedtime reading, or for commuting to work, or to spice up your lunchtime. Just make sure that no one is reading over your shoulder… The Regular Sex series of half hour erotic reads from Kitty French ~ bringing a whole new meaning to the phrase wham, bam, thank you ma’am. EPISODE 1 - THE COMMUTE. ‘Is this seat taken?’ I look up, and just like that I’m done for. ‘Take me,’ I say, and then feel my cheeks glow, probably turning the same shade of dull ox-blood red as the faded upholstery of the seat he’s absently stroking as he watches me. He raises one brow a little as if he’s seriously considering my offer. ‘Take it,’ I correct myself and shoot him my best ‘aren’t I a goofy klutz this morning,’ smile, even though we both know that I’d meant exactly what I said, although it would have been wiser if the words had stayed inside my head. I’d just handed him the upper hand within three seconds of meeting him, a mistake I’d made several times before and vowed to learn from. That’s me all over though; keep on doing the same thing and expecting the results to be different, which even I can see is the action of an idiot. ‘I’m Stacy, newly crowned queen of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time,’ I say brightly, because he’s slid into the seat opposite mine and is still looking at me intently. His eyes are a curious sort of blue; they remind me of a pale turquoise cocktail I had on the beach in Ibiza last summer, or of soft, worn Levi’s begging to be unbuttoned by your lover. ‘Queen Stacy.’ He inclines his head formally. ‘I’m Jude, king of bad intentions.’ Click buy to find out just how bad Jude's intentions are - if you need a hint, they're VERY BAD indeed.

    RobinsonI once read that every warrior hoped an honorable death would find him. I always went looking for mine, but not even the Reaper wanted me.I was trained to kill. I was trained to not ask why. To take orders and just march in line. Hooah motherfucker. Life or death.Ride or die.And I’m not only talking about the military. I’m talking about the life that led me on the road to nowhere.My life.I fought for my brothers. I fought for my family. I fought for my country. And I fought for her…Never realizing I might die for them too.

    I use them. I pay them off. I find another. My demands are never denied. My contracts are always signed. They submit to me. Willingly. Completely. Temporarily. This is how it's always been.Until I saw that filthy tweet.@VaughnAsher My bare pussy. Your tongue. #ThingsIThinkAboutToGetOff"FilthyBlueBird" thinks she can tease me with hashtags and then hide behind a Twitter handle? She thinks I wouldn't be more than happy to #RockHerFilthyWorld? She's wrong.Her online fantasy is about to collide with her public reality, and it's about to happen... now.THIS IS A SERIAL NOVELLATHAT MEANS ALL ENDINGS ARE CLIFFHANGERSTHIS NOVELLA IS ABOUT 150 PAGES LONGTHIS IS PART ONE OF SIXBOOKS ARE RELEASED EVERY TWO WEEKS

    What I couldn't control were my dreams. Memories haunted me there.Even after over a decade, I found that I couldn't outrun them. Returning to the place they lived only seemed to trigger a landslide. I couldn't focus, couldn't sleep. Some people drank a warm cup of milk, cuddled up with a book, or threw back a couple shots.Me?I fucked my way to sleep.Every single night I lost myself in pussy. For a long time it was the only way I knew to get to sleep. But lately it’s been getting less and less effective. I slept shorter periods of time before the dreams started.There was only one hope for my insomnia and she was sexy, intelligent and unexpected. I wanted to exhaust myself in her sexy little body and let her soothe me to sleep.The only problem… she was my therapist and I’d have to break her code of conduct and totally corrupt her before I made her mine.Warning: This is an erotic serial and contains explicit sexual content and language.

    Fantasies - we all have them.For some it’s their dream job; others want the wedding, the 2.5 kids, the white picket fence.My fantasies are a bit more...depraved.Dark and sinful, they have destroyed relationships and my livelihood, yet I still submit to them like a slave.Sex.For most, it’s a natural expression of love, caring, or lust.But there are those of us who can’t stop once we’ve had a taste.Those of us who don’t want to.And the shame of that never-ending cycle will eat us alive...My name is Evan James, and I am a sex addict.Previously Published

    Free.To be read after Sing.This little short will be sent to the mailing list on 11/15/2013 in gratitude of all my fans have done for me. It will be part of the Coda, which is an epilogue of Jonathan and Monica's story.I will release it on Amazon for 99c for the sake of convenience. You can wait for Coda, or another mailing, or get the story from a friend. Your call.I have no release date for Coda.