A lawyer.And still just his best friend’s little sister.When Killian offers me a job to help me get on my feet,Neither of us expected the embers to reignite.And be even more fiery than the last time.But with the flames higher than ever…Suddenly I’m carrying his baby.If my brother finds out, he’ll kill me.If the violent gang I’m prosecuting doesn’t get to me first.

    As former Army Special Ops, I’m not panicked. I’ve got this.But a sunshiney blast from the past blowing through the door of my ski lodge? No amount of training could prepare me to face Jamison Adler, resident ecology professor and my gorgeous AF ex-girlfriend.Ten years ago, I broke her heart to protect her. Now she’s back and we’re trapped together in the lodge. With no vacant rooms, I’m forced to share a bed with the only woman I’ve ever loved. I need to keep her away from the dark deeds in my past. But my resolve is more slippery than black ice. Will she somehow manage the impossible and thaw my frozen heart?

    The only upside is he was a stranger. We'll never cross paths again, what a relief… is what I WOULD say if Mr. Mystery Tight Pants weren't staying in the same AirBnB as me. Crap. This was supposed to be a trip of a lifetime in London with my closest friends. Instead it's turning into a bad romantic comedy where I can't stop blushing around my unwanted roomie. And worse? I'm crazy attracted to him. But I've never been with anyone. Like, ever ever. Can sparks fly with a stranger? Or am I about to embarrass myself all over again?

     So when her best friend invites her to a sexy masquerade party because she wants to check some kinky stuff off her Bucket List, she agrees to go- but Only as Ruby's chaperone. Under No circumstance is Cassie hooking up with a masked stranger. Especially not that guy at the top of the stairs whose broad shoulders and deep voice alone are enough to make her knees buckle. Yeah, definitely not that guy. **Author's note: This standalone contemporary romance contains no cliffhanger, no cheating, and is sure to give you lots of warm fuzzies in all the right places.

    Yes, our onscreen chemistry is off the charts when he touches me with those strong hands.I succumb to the combustive heat when I touch those rippled abs.It isn’t long before what was once a rehearsal now feels real. Maybe I was right to break all of the rules.Perhaps this is the beginning of a beautiful story for us. Or is everything about Theo Wolf, including the way he feels about me, an award-winning act?TOUCHING THE BILLIONAIRE IS A 60K STANDALONE BAD BOY, BOSS, NEIGHBOR, ROMANCE WITH NO CHEATING, NO CLIFF-HANGERS, AND A HAPPILY EVER AFTER THAT WILL KEEP YOU FLIPPING THE PAGES WAY PAST YOUR BEDTIME!

    The kind of day he loves, even if the looming New Year's Eve leaves him feeling nostalgic and a little lonely. But then the last person he ever expected to see walks through the door of his shop, and Sherlock realizes that some things don't fade with time, but grow stronger.

    They say the nice guy finishes last. So what's the point of being a goddamn gentleman?Maybe I should take what I want. Even that sexy little thing on the street corner.She needs a hot meal and a place to sleep. Instead I'm taking her home to soothe the savage beast inside me. I was born a bastard, and for the first time in my life I act like one.Except the more I use her, the more I need her.I didn't know I had someone left to lose.But for a single heartbeat, I had her.

    One touch of his hands, and he owns me. One night in his arms and I’m hooked.It should have been our happily ever after.Turns out, it’s an illusion.Our pasts are entwined, and when Oliver’s catches up, it drags mine right back with it.Blackmail, revenge and lies cause my balancing act to teeter.One wrong move and our heavenly match will turn to hell.

    As much as she loves her husband, Frank, Wendy married "Mr. Vanilla." Now she reads nothing but erotic romance on her Kindle and fantasizes about having sex with fictional characters, complete strangers, and tattooed rock stars.Sometimes even the T.V. weatherman looks good.One fateful day however, her husband grabs the wrong Kindle on the way to work, and discovers some of Wendy's more "interesting' fantasies. Unbeknownst to Wendy, Frank is very keen to fulfil every one of her secret desires.

    It’s a way to bury my loss. The grief.The façade my shot-gun marriage has become.It is the only bright spot in an otherwise dim existence. I don’t expect to rekindle a friendship with a wildly cocky, always humorous, and sometimes demanding Navy SEAL. I’m supposed to teach him foreign languages. The job is supposed to give me purpose. Quickly my friend ensnares me with more than just his wit and bad pronunciation. He traps me with salvation. Lust has a pulse—a memory. It strips inhibitions and dilutes the world around us. Love? That comes and goes. Lust is the only language capable of healing. It’s his language. I will speak it to save him. To save myself. It’s the only choice. *A standalone novel*

    My plan has me well on my way to proving that I can climb the corporate ladder on my own merit.What I don't have a plan for is Briella. She's as driven as I am, heart-stoppingly gorgeous, and if I can keep from screwing things up...she's my future.But with a company policy against fraternization, and her firm belief that independence will bring her success, I'm more likely to get fired than get a chance with her.Can I find a way to show Briella that success and pleasure aren't mutually exclusive?

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    I’m a bottom feeder of society; at least that’s what I’m told. Sure, I’ve made some mistakes but I’ve paid for them. I’m free and ready to prove that I’m not who everyone thought I was. I want things I never thought were possible until now—until her. Vivian Ward is my salvation and I won’t let her go.Cillian James walked into my life and turned my boring little world on its ass. Everyone deserves a second chance to make things right and God, I want to be his. I know who he is; who everyone claims him to be but he’s not a killer. They might have given him the nickname “Kill” but those assholes don’t know him like I do. He’s so much more than what they’ve made him.RoadKill is the first book of the Savage Hell MC Series by K.L. Ramsey. This series is a spin-off from Savage Heat (Royal Bastards MC Book 1).

    Finally, a few angel investors are ready to invest. She decides to check in on the wedding her assistant is handling to calm her nerves, however, she never expected to get snowed in for the night. 'Make the best of it,' her assistant says. 'Relax and have a one night stand.' When Heather meets the tall, dark and gorgeous stranger in the lodge, she throws everything out the door and follows her assistance's advice. Screw it! She needs to live a little and having a one night stand is just what the doctor ordered but when she finds out who the gorgeous, six foot billionaire is, will she run out the door or into his arms?

    That’s all she was when I agreed to play a part in deceiving her. But then the unplanned happened.We met. And all I wanted from her was a dirty weekend . . . until that wasn’t enough and I longed for so much more.Lawrence Thorn suddenly means the world to me. And that’s a problem. She’s my business partner’s sister. Forbidden fruit. Pursuing her can mean trouble for me at Lovibond Brewery. But I don’t care.I yearn for her skin against mine.I crave her smell on my body.I want to make her laugh and then hear her moan my name.And she does for a brief moment in time.But Lawrence wants more than I’m able to give. And it’s a damn shame because there’s no one on earth I want more than her.An epic love.A miserable ending.Unless it’s not.