It started the moment I saw the simple message pop up on my computer screen: Cameron’s Mac: Hi. And when I met the eyes of the gorgeous man messaging me from across the coffee shop, I never thought my reply would lead to the most intense, sexual, and passionate relationship of my life. We both agreed to check our bags at the door and put our future hopes and aspirations on the table. It worked. I fell in love with his no holds barred attitude, sexy smirk, and undeniably good heart . . . and for a while we forgot about our baggage. We happily tripped over it to get to the other, neither of us willing to show the contents of our pasts in the off chance it could ruin us. We built our love on a foundation of gray. It was life in black and white that threatened to tear us apart.

    Ever since, Alexa has worked to turn her life in a different direction and forge her own identity outside of his terrible secrets. But when she meets a man who’s as damaged by her father’s mistakes as she is, Alexa must help him.Caine Carraway wants nothing to do with Alexa’s efforts at redemption, but it’s not so easy to push her away. Determined to make her hate him, he brings her to the edge of her patience and waits for her to walk away. But his actions only draw them together and, despite the odds, they begin an intense and explosive affair.Only Caine knows he can never be the white knight that Alexa has always longed for. And when they're on the precipice of danger, he finds he’ll do anything to protect either one of them from being hurt again…

    Anne Wells has embarrassed her rigidly proper family since she was a child with occasional but grievous lapses from ladylike behavior. They blame those lapses for the disgraceful fact that she is a spinster at 28. Cord Bennett, the son of his father's second marriage to a Cheyenne woman, is more than an embarrassment to his well-to-do family of ranchers and lawyers - they are ashamed and afraid of their black sheep. When Anne and Cord are found alone together, her father's fury leads to violence. Cord's family is more than willing to believe that the fault is his. Can Anne and Cord use the freedom of being condemned for sins they didn't commit to make a life together? Or will their disapproving, interfering families tear them apart?

    Only neither of us attended the wedding, and the nuptials happened decades before either of us was born. Our grandfathers had been best friends and business partners, at least up until my grandfather’s wedding day—when his bride-to-be blurted out she couldn’t marry him because she was also in love with Weston‘s grandfather. The two men spent years fighting over Grace Copeland, who also happened to be their third business partner.  But in the end, neither man could steal half of her heart away from the other. Eventually, they all went their separate ways. Our grandfathers married other women, and the two men became one of the biggest business rivals in history. Our fathers continued the family tradition of feuding. And then Weston and I did, too. For the most part, we kept as much distance as possible. Until the day the woman who started the feud died—and unexpectedly left one of the most valuable hotels in the world to our grandfathers to share. Now I’m stuck in a hotel with the man I was born to hate, trying to unravel the mess our families inherited. As usual, it didn’t take long for us to be at each other’s throats. Weston Lockwood was everything I hated: tall, smart, cocky, and too gorgeous for his own good.  We were fire and ice.  But that shouldn’t be an issue. Our families were used to being at war. There was just one minor problem, though. Every time Weston and I fought, we somehow wound up in bed.

    Right?But I’m determined to forge my own path.Desperate to escape the meaningless games of the rich, I flee my family’s estate.Secret alias—check.Place to sleep—uh, kind of?Job—crap!I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, but that’s the least of my worries.My city is a giant board game. The players are supernatural— freakin’ vampires—including an overbearing crown prince whose unwanted attention could spell my demise.Now, I must play their deadly game, or my grandmother and best friend will pay the ultimate price.If you can’t get enough of books by K.F. Breene, Annette Marie, Shannon Mayer, CN Crawford, Leia Stone, Jaymin Eve, and Laura Thalassa then lower your fangs and step into Vampire Towers. You’re heading to Level 66!

    One clue leads her to Nathan Sinclair, the handsome, rude, and arrogant CEO of Sinclair Industries.She doesn't remember him, but oh, does he remember her. Apparently something went down between them her freshman year that made him harden his heart against her and all other women. Something he refuses to talk about, even after their unexpected reunion explodes into a passionate love affair. Can Layla solve the mystery of her past and become the owner of his heart?WARNING: This book features hot sex scenes, a steamy romance, and a mystery that will keep you on the edge of your seat

    One year later, he moves back to Daytona Beach, Florida to regain custody of his now two-year-old son, and he's anything but prepared to handle the precocious child, who doesn't seem to like him and who has more quirks than any child he's ever met. Harrison has spent the last twenty-two years ordering junior marines around and gaining their respect, but when it comes to dealing with Ethan, he doesn't have a clue what goes on in this child's mind. There's nothing that can hold him. He has a strange attachment to a stuffed rabbit, and he won't let anyone touch him except for Angel Robbins, the nice lady next door who runs the neighborhood day care. Harrison can understand his son's affection for the beautiful African American female. She has a kind heart, a rocking afro, and a killer body. He doesn't know a thing about kids, but knows a good woman when he sees one. Angel Robbins took a double-take when she went out to fetch the morning newspaper and spotted a gorgeous muscular white man moving into the vacant house next to hers. Normally, she would have just minded her own business, but there was something about the way her body reacted to the sight of him that made her want to get to know him better. Angel shows up at his door later that evening with a casserole in hand to welcome him to the neighborhood, but gets swept away by a pair of baby blue eyes. She didn't even blink when he told her that he was a widower with a two-year-old child. She liked kids and owned a day care center. She was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but she did believe in fate? Harrison needed someone to help him with Ethan, and she needed someone to fill the void in her heart. Could it be possible that when it comes to a child, there is

    Wanted what we can’t have. Only my fantasy has turned into an obsession. Every night like clockwork he’s there. Every night like clockwork I’m ready. I’m not the kind of girl who does this sort of thing and he’s exactly the kind of man that does. He’s as sexy AF. Dominant as all hell. Built like a machine. And when he turns up at my work My absolute worst nightmare.

    After almost dying under the snapping jaws of a rabid wolf—go figure—Vivienne is saved by a gorgeous, dark-haired man, who may just belong to a cult. Her attraction to Conall is strong, and she’s unable to control it, especially when he’s touching her….Conall Athelwulf is no man. He’s a werewolf, the leader of the largest pack in New York, and he knows better than anyone that relationships between weres and humans are strictly forbidden. So why is he unable to get beautiful, but very human, Vivienne Bordeaux out of his system? Amidst fears he’ll hurt her, Conall soon realizes that laws be damned, he’s unwilling to let her go. Instinct tells him Vivienne is his in every sense of the word, and a smart wolf heeds his instincts. When others threaten his claim, Conall is determined to teach them the hard way: fists or claws. But Vivienne isn’t as she seems, and both parties soon find themselves at the center of an epic war, where Vivienne may be key to the salvation of an entire race.

    Determined to move on from a bad break-up, she joins her girlfriends for a wild bachelorette weekend in Las Vegas, promising to let her hair down just this once.Vegas is a blur of cocktails and blackjack, and in the middle of it all she meets Mack, a real-life cowboy with a winning hand and an irresistible body. They get lucky in the casino and luckier back at the hotel, a hot night of passion that was definitely not part of Andie’s life plan.By dawn Mack is gone and all she has to remember their one-night romance is a hangover and a pile of casino chips. Or so she thinks… Revised edition: This edition of Shine Not Burn includes editorial revisions.

    So I traded in my cheating husband for a one-way ticket to the land of gondolas, cobbled streets and…. sexy daring Italian men kissing me in doorways? Just one…one in particular… LUCA I’m used to it. Fast cars, glitzy galas and a few knockout supermodels on each arm. What I’m not used to is the bronze beauty I caught reveling in the sunlight. There’s something about the way she clings to me when I save her that makes me never want to let her go… Passport ready? Follow Kerry and Luca to Venice in Veronica Maxim's new billionaire romance series! A FREE BONUS copy of Falling For You, another Take Me To Europe Series book INCLUDED in this ecopy! Both are standalone books with no cliffhangers. This romance contains mature language and themes intended for 18+ audiences.

    Not even my soon-to-be ex-husband is on that list. Nope. I save only the worst of the worst, the crème de la crème, the absolute I cannot even for this list . . .1. Black coffee2. Rude people3. Nathaniel BradleyWhich is why when my father informs me that he’s making Nathaniel Bradley his new business partner, and in turn, my boss, I flip out. 1. He’s an annoying know-it-all. 2. He calls me a spoiled princess every chance he gets. 3. He disapproves of everything I do.I go into this knowing I’ll hate every second in his presence. Except the longer he’s around, the more I find myself staring at his lips and remembering the one time they were on mine. I randomly find myself looking at his hands and wondering how they’d feel on my skin. I try to snap out of it, but I guess I’m not as smart as I thought I was. No matter how many times I remind myself of the times I’ve practically thrown myself at him and he’s pushed me away, I keep falling little by little.I’d always heard that it was a bad idea to mix business with pleasure and if that’s the case, this thing with Nathaniel has demise written all over it.

    A price. That magic number that will get us to agree to do anything, be anything. Don’t sit on your gold-plated high horse and say you don’t because you do. Everyone does. Each of us has something we covet enough that we’d sell ourselves to have it.What’s my tipping point, you ask? Apparently a cool quarter mil will do the trick.What does one do for 250 large, you wonder? Anything the infamous, gorgeous playboy of Seattle wants. For the next four months I’ll be Shaw Mercer’s arm candy, his beck and call girl, his faux girlfriend. I’ll be his to command, mold, push and pull in any direction he sees fit. I’ll fight falling into bed with him. I’ll fight falling in love with him even harder. I’ll fail at both. And when my past and present collide in the most unexpected of ways, I’ll learn that while one man’s love for me has never died, the only man’s love I really want will never be mine.*If dirty-talking, dominant alphas are not your thing, move along. Mature, 18+ only. Book 1 in a 2-part duet.

    Out of work and almost out of money to cover her bills, Kayla finally caves to her roommate's nagging and follows her to Arrangements, an online dating site that matches pretty young women with older men of a certain tax bracket.Convinced this "make-rent-quick" scheme will surely fail - or saddle her with an 80 year old boyfriend - Kayla is shocked when Michael Bradbury, Internet billionaire and stone-cold salt and pepper fox, offers her a solution to all her financial troubles.
It's hard enough for Kayla to accept his generosity, but what's a girl to do when the wealthiest man she's ever met is a dream in and outside of the bedroom?

    Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us.It was just him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle.It was just me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less.But we can’t start here.No, to tell this story right, we need to go back. Back to the beginning.Back to the very first drop.This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.