She’s forbidden to them, not only because she’s their employee, but because she’s too pure to be sullied by their darkest desires. Can one anonymous night at Club Sin sate their needs and fulfill her fantasies?

    But when I learn he and his two Special Forces roommates need me to act as a "wife" as well, what's a cold Minnesota girl to do?Jace is everything every girl dreams about: six and a quarter feet of pure muscle wrapped in Green Beret camo and Army tactical gear. It doesn't hurt that his broad chest is decorated with a whole rainbow of ribbons and medals. Or that his two closest friends - Merrick and Aurelius - are also his brothers-in-arms, their inseparable bonds forged in the white-hot fires of combat.But Jace needs a favor... and that favor requires me. His very freedom relies on a little white lie, and with the help of his roommates, we need to pull off the illusion of being a happily married couple.Yet living with three ripped, gorgeous soldiers is fraught with its own set of perils. Merrick's a hotshot chopper pilot with shoulders for days, smoldering blue eyes, and a lady-killer smile. And Aurelius is a Navy SEAL with the chiseled build of a Greek god, as well as an accent so exotic it melts me into a puddle whenever I'm around him.It turns out these boys need favors of their own, and I'm only happy to oblige. But they also harbor a butterfly-inducing secret: as with everything else in their closed little universe, this trio of soldiers likes to share.Can a lonely Minnesota girl actually fall for her brother's best friend and his two incredible house-mates? Or is my secret "marriage" doomed to failure before the honeymoon even starts?SECRET WIFE TO THE SPECIAL FORCES is a military reverse harem love story filled with suspense, humor, and love three times hot enough to melt your kindle into a bubbling pile of plastic and glass (author not responsible for molten kindles). HEA guaranteed!

    they want her.Four childhood friendsOne night at Club Sin will end the dance they've been doing for years.One night at Club Sin, and she'll finally understand...They are already a family.She's theirs.Fantasies are meant to come true and the men of Club Sin will see to your every kinky desire. This November, 22 of your favorite steamy romance authors take you inside Club Sin, a forbidden place where you’ll find love and pleasure with multiple hot men in these Reverse Harem novellas. Can you handle the heat?22 rooms, 22 fantasies…Which door will you step through?

    

    

    Me too.And yet, here we are. This isn’t even the most unprofessional thing that’s happened between us in the past couple of weeks.The first was when I agreed to let her have Christmas Day off, but only if she goes with me to three family gatherings as my fake girlfriend.The second was when she caught me belting out a Christmas song on stage in the awful hotel bar.The third was the hot, drunk, angry sex that followed, but I do not regret it.And she hasn’t even found out the real reason I need her by my side this holiday season.I need to pull it together before I do the dumbest, most unprofessional thing of all—fall head over heels in love with the only assistant who’s lasted more than a month at the job and claims to hate me and my moods more than she hates eggnog. And I’ve seen how much she hates eggnog.

     I don't date bikers. It's my one cardinal rule. No rough, rugged, tattooed egotistical maniacs on two wheels. Even if they are gorgeous, brilliant, and sport the prefix Doctor. Bottom line, bikers are nothing but trouble. T.R.O.U.B.L.E Dr. Devlin Dane has had his sights set on my panties for months. But I've done a stellar job of fending him off. As Mercy Medical's most eligible bachelor, he has no problem in the panty dropping department. He's tall, dark, and inked all over. I get the appeal, I'm not dead. I'm not stupid either. He's a walking heartbreak waiting to happen. But when Reese Dane comes crashing into my life - literally- the game suddenly changes. Reese, the dark, brooding, motorcycle racing champion, knows exactly how to apply the right pressure on and off the track. The two have an unstoppable pull like centrifugal force, and both bad boy bikers are determined to take me on a high-powered ride I'll never forget... *MOTO is an unconventional (ménage) standalone novel. Spare panties and a box of tissues may be required.

    I tear the tag off whatever my sister gifts me, add a five-dollar amazon gift card, and hand it off to him.It’s not until my sister sends me a text that I realize how terrible of a decision that was.Georgia: Why haven’t you sent me a 'LOL' about the brand-new vibrator I got you? I really do hope that you use your boss’s face as a muse, like my note says. :-)If that’s not bad enough, this year’s "luxury trip" will be in my hometown--the place I've avoided for years. At the resort that my grandmother owns...If the universe gets me out of this, I will never ‘regift’ anything ever again…

    

    During the holidays too. But she doesn’t know what else to do when she receives the massive hospital bill for the medical procedure that saved her baby’s life. January is doing this because she has to, so she and her young daughter can survive. She’s not exactly happy to find herself signing her life away in an arranged marriage of convenience.That is until she meets young tech billionaire Samson North, her arranged husband-to-be. He’s dark, broody, and so damn handsome. And beneath his rough exterior, there might just lie a heart of gold.Suddenly, with Samson by her side, it seems possible that the new year won’t be the start of the prison sentence January expected. It just might be the beginning of everything she’s ever wanted . . .

    That is, if she lasts that long. Because Logan Crenshaw, the creative force behind the company, doesn’t seem to want her there.Not being wanted is nothing new for Emma…but she doesn’t know what she’s done to make Logan stalk around the office, growling every command as if her very presence infuriates him. She can’t afford to lose this job, so her plan is to keep her head down and try to avoid any contact with him—no matter how big and sexy and unavoidable he is.But a Santa hat full of names, an office gift exchange, and one unexpected knock at her door are about to shake up all of her plans…Warning: This super-hot holiday romance contains Santa hats, red satin blindfolds, and an obsessed alpha male who talks dirty and knows exactly what to do with his big hands. Lots of swearing. No cheating, no cliffhangers.

    It is primarily a love story (three men falling for and pleasuring one woman). Please be aware that the Club Sin action happens at the end of this story with light bondage/restraint situations**MaggieNo one is more surprised than me to hear Triple Threat - the hottest band in Country Western music - playing my song at their concert.A song I wrote four years ago.A song they stole from me.In a spur-of-the-moment decision, I leave my hometown for the bright lights of NYC to claim what's rightfully mine. But when I meet Tanner, Theo, and Noah, I soon discover that the sinfully sexy musicians want to claim me.It's wrong to want all three of them - isn't it?I went to the city that never sleeps to claim the rights and royalties to my song. I never expected to find myself giving away the rights and royalties to my heart.One night at Club Sin, and Triple Threat is about to become triple pleasure.Fantasies are meant to come true and the men of Club Sin will see to your every kinky desire. This November, 22 of your favorite steamy romance authors take you inside Club Sin, a forbidden place where you’ll find love and pleasure with multiple hot men in these Reverse Harem novellas. Can you handle the heat?22 rooms, 22 fantasies…Which door will you step through?

    Together. She just doesn't know it yet. Catherine's life is in New York. The property she's inherited is in Bridgewater, Montana. Going back to the town she visited every summer as a child stirs up long forgotten memories and a girlhood crush, on not one teen-turned-hot-cowboy, but two. Cousins Jack and Sam Kane. Fortunately for her, in Bridgewater, one cowboy's never enough. In this contemporary version of Vanessa Vale's USA Today bestselling, Bridgewater Ménage series, Catherine is forced to choose the life she really wants: the big-city lawyer or the small town cowgirl with two men who want to take her for a very dirty ride. Warning: Panty melting! Ride Me Dirty is a wildly dirty romance with two obsessed alpha cowboys and a Type-A heroine. This HEA is all about her - no m/m.

     Then the fender bender happened. The guy I collided with drove an expensive car and was drop-dead gorgeous. Too bad he was also a total jerk. We argued over whose fault it was and any other thing that came out of his condescending mouth. Eventually, the police came and we went our separate ways. The insurance companies would have to figure things out. I had a job interview to get to anyway—one I was excited about. Though that excitement changed to disappointment the moment the person interviewing me walked in. The guy from the accident. Whoops! Yeah, so I didn’t get the position. The problem was, I really wanted it. No, I needed it. Anything to get me out of my current career and back into working with kids. So, even though Hollis LaCroix was as intimidating as he was devastatingly handsome, I went back to see him and begged for a chance. To my surprise, he gave me a shot taking care of his troubled niece. At least my attraction to him wouldn’t be able to go anywhere. I wasn’t about to jeopardize my job or the strong bond Hailey and I formed. But resisting the magnetic pull between us wasn’t that simple. (Then there was our little underwear game—don’t ask.) We continued to flirt without crossing the line—until it finally happened. This is the part of the story where we fall in love and live happily ever after, right? Well, life has a way of throwing some major curveballs. Ours was one I didn’t see coming.

    Acting as the short-term nanny for a single dad should have been an easy way to make some extra cash. Until I show up for my first day and face off with a demon disguised as a seven-year-old girl wearing a red tutu and matching glitter slippers.Oh, and her father? My temporary boss? Maddox Holiday. The same Maddox Holiday I crushed on in high school. The same Maddox Holiday who didn’t even know I existed. And the same Maddox Holiday who hasn’t set foot in Montana for years because he’s been too busy running his billionaire empire.Enduring seven days is going to feel like scaling the Himalayas in six-inch heels. Toss in the Holiday family’s annual soiree, and Christmas Eve nightmares really do come true. But I can do anything for a week, especially for this paycheck, even if it means wrangling the naughty, impressing the nice, and playing the nanny.