Cole brings you a story of the ultimate tortured rock star and his one true love. I fell for the boy who wore second-hand clothes and wrote love notes to me on gum wrappers. But that boy was destroyed when he became Spencer Hailstorm, the lead singer of the multiplatinum rock band, Midnite Kills. Devoured. Digested. And spat out in designer clothing. Fame was a four-letter word that slowly killed every part of me, every part of him. Each last piece of us. We may have parted ways, but I never got over him. And right now, he’s at my front door saying he never got over me. . .

    "I'm claiming you as mine, right here, right now." SILAS I want a wife who knows what it means to live off the grid, cook my food, and keep my bed warm. In exchange, I'll give her a lifetime of happiness in the form of my c*ck. But d*mn, Everly's more than I bargained for and I don't think she has any idea what it means to be mine. Hell, I wanted a wife, but I'm not sure I know how to live with a woman. EVERLY Did I expect to be a mail-order bride at twenty-two? No. But honestly, my life could be a helluva lot worse. The agency says this Alaskan mountain man is rich, hot as heck, and willing to pay off my student loans. I'm crossing my fingers he's everything I signed up for. But I may be a little over my head. Mostly because I'm marrying a stranger and also because I've never dated. Period. Clearly I have no clue how to be a wife ... but it's too late to back out now. *WARNING: This story features a mountain man who knows exactly what he wants. And how he wants it. Don't one-click if you want a tame mail order bride story ... this is a classic Frankie Love romance ... steamy as hell with a HEA.

    Instead, she followed her heart, even though it meant she would get zero financial, or moral, support from her upper crust parents.When she’s assigned a welfare check on the local recluse, the sparks that fly would light up the Fourth of July sky. But what Melanie doesn’t know, is the man she’s sent to check on, has been checking her out since the day she arrived in town.This reclusive stalker never believed he could catch the eye of the curvy, golden haired beauty, and yet, she’s dropped like manna from heaven straight into his world and now, he’s never letting her go.Only, if she finds out his secret, will she understand or run screaming into the woods?Vincent Weber has never quite fit in, and he’s given up trying. He’s satisfied living alone in the woods, until the day he sets his eyes on his own personal Goldilocks. She’s too soft, he’s too hard, but when they get together, they are oh so just right. This Daddy bear has found his little one, and he’s never letting her go. Safe, no cheating with a few swats on the behind and boom… it’s way over the top insta-love and a happy ending that feels like a fairy tale.

    A tragic accident when she was a kid changed her life and she loves dressing up and pretending to be someone else, at least for one night. Ian Lauder hates Halloween and the annoying parties that come with the holiday season. A tech genius and workaholic, he has little patience for people, especially the woman who only seem to want him for his checkbook. He knows that most of his employees see him as rude, a jerk with a stick up his butt, and he’s never cared. Then he meets Kennedy. Now there’s finally one girl that he wants to ride his broomstick. *Warning! This book alpha is over-the-top, head over heels in love with his girl. If you're looking for a steamy insta-love story then this book is for you!

    Walking into a strip club and asking for an audition certainly qualifies as desperate, but when her mom's battle with cancer ends months before Angelica is due to start college, she doesn't feel like she has much choice. The moment Morgan Cadwell sees her on his stage, he knows she's the one woman who could make him break all the rules. There's no way he's going to let Angelica dance for other men, so he hires her as his live-in personal assistant instead.Morgan's offer lets Angelica keep her clothes on...but little does she know that, in the end, he'll make her bare her soul instead.

     Alexandra Cooper is desperate to get away from home. A four-month gig as a cook at the Circle B Ranch is exactly what she needs. Except when she gets there, it feels like she jumped out of the pan and straight into the fire. Alexandra is nothing like Colton Booth expected when he hired her. If he’d realized “Alex” was a gorgeous eighteen-year-old girl, he never would have given her the job in the first place. But now that he has her on his ranch, he doesn’t plan to ever let Alexandra go. Wrangle Me is a steamy novella with a sexy cowboy who has a wicked sweet tooth and an innocent virgin who knows how to satisfy it. Written by bestselling author Rochelle Paige.

    Her shop, Tori’s Blooms, is just scraping by, so being hired to style the flowers for the society wedding of the year could put her business on the map.If she makes it out alive, that is. It’s not a Bridezilla that Tori has to worry about. It’s the bride’s demanding, perfectionist—and drop-dead gorgeous—father.An all-too-demanding man…CEO Gabriel gets exactly what he wants, or else. His little girl is getting married, and he’s taking a hands-on interest in everything—including the beautiful florist whose baby blues have his protective alpha side roaring to possess her.Tori is the woman for Gabriel, today, tomorrow and forever, and he’ll be taking her pretty flower before anyone can say “I do.”Author's note: this is a short, steamy, over-the-top and safe insta-love romance that will have you sighing with happiness. No cheating, only a big flowery happy every after!

    At least it’s not my brother’s best friend. Or my best friend’s brother. Or… never mind. It’s all pretty cliche. And worse? My boss’ best friend is his business partner. Which sort of makes him my boss too. Okay - it’s not sort of. It’s definite. Gabe Laurent is off limits. Totally off limits. Which is fine. I make do with my imagination. He’ll never know. Ever. Unless my work bestie passes me an eighties-style teen movie sex quiz during a meeting and I fill it out. And it ends up in Gabe’s hands… *** Please Note *** Wrong - Sophie's Story Right - Everly's Story Fling - Sandra's Story Trust - Chloe's Story - November 8, 2016 Each book can be read on it's own, but TRUST takes place 6 months after the first three books. Characters from those first three books appear in TRUST, living their happily ever afters.

    He thinks modeling is my big dream. No… my dream is all about him. Gabe I wanted to make her mine the minute I laid eyes on her. But she has big plans and big dreams and I won’t be the one to hold her back. No matter how much I want her… and our baby. This is a Steamy, Sweet, Short Story Romance. No Cliffhangers. If you love short romances with insta love, hot love scenes, and a sweet story, then this one is for you.

    Growing the world's rarest and most coveted roses is this mountain man's obsession until he walks into her flower shop and his new obsession takes over. There's just one thing holding him back from staking his claim that ring on her finger. Rose Everhart spends her days arranging flowers. On this Valentine’s Day, she lets it slip that although she's send out thousands of arrangements to other lucky recipients, she's never been the receiver of flowers herself. What she doesn't know, is wearing her grandmother's scratched and worn rose gold wedding band has kept the hulky flannel wearing rose grower that's filled her fantasies for months at a distance for too long. Will these two unlucky at love introverts finally discover what it's like to discover your one and only? Only, will someone from Rose's past force her to retreat back into her solitary world just as she's beginning to understand the power of true love? Author's Note: This indulgent treat smells like roses and tastes like chocolate. Well, maybe not really. But if you like happily ever after and believe in love at first sight this sweet, filthy treat is just for you. Always safe, always smutty and utterly swoon worthy.

    Now Reid Maxwell is going to find out he picked the wrong girl to boss around. She’s going to show him.Professor Reid Maxwell hasn't let any woman get close enough to catch him. The Economics Professor has no room in his life for entanglements since raising his younger sister takes all his time.All that changes when he takes one look at Tori Barton and realizes she's the one. Only Tori isn't going to make things easy for Professor Maxwell.Now, Reid has to make sure that love at first sight leads to happily ever after.

    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.

    Crossing the border into Texas turns out to be the easy part.Virtually penniless and enticingly innocent, she soon finds herself at the mercy of Travis Blake. Travis is a hard-working, self-made rancher that has never known love or softness of any kind. His only use for women is sexual, and Selena is caught on his ranch with no way out.While Selena plots her escape from his control, Travis ruthlessly and methodically tightens his possession and makes it impossible for her to leave. The struggle that follows is a clash of wills that pits purity against passion, virtue against vice and love against lust.Excerpt: “I specifically told you to stay away from the men and stay at the house. In fact, I’ve told you more than once.” He ate, standing up, and scrunched up the bag when he was finished. “You got anything to say to me? Anything in your defense?”“Am I on tri—trial?” “Yeah, you’re on trial. And I’m the only judge you’re going to get. No jury of your peers. Just me. My decision. Got that?” His voice rose.Selena took a step back from him. “What’s wrong w-with you? How can you b-be so nice and then s-so mean?”He stalked toward her. “Really?” He reached down and swiped her wrist and held it tightly in his grip. “Really? You don’t get it yet? You haven’t quite figured it out? I told you what happens when a man wants something he can’t have. Have you forgotten so soon? Are you saying I can have it? Are you? I tell you what, Angel, you let me take you back to the house, strip you naked every night. You sleep in my bed, and we’ll see just how nice I can be.” He slammed his mouth down on hers. His tongue went deep, tasting her sweetness. He pulled her into his body, his erection straining against her. He lifted his mouth from hers. His hand went to the back of her head and grabbed hold of her hair and pulled until her eyes were on his.His face was menacing, his hold on her uncompromising. He fisted his hand in her hair until she was completely captive. His other hand went to her neck and felt her racing heartbeat. His hand roamed down and settled on her breast. Her flesh swelled against his palm, her nipple hardening. His thumb moved back and forth across the tight little pebble. They stood there, panting together. His touch gentled, and his words became beguiling. “Come on, Baby. You don’t want to be a virgin forever, do you?” His mouth lowered and he took a gentle kiss from her parted lips. “I can make it good for you. You don’t need to be scared. I won’t hurt you. It won’t hurt at all.”She pulled away from him, accusation in her eyes. He stood in front of her, blatant masculinity dripping from his pores. He had a dominant nature, and she felt its intensity now.His eyes were riveted on her, his nostrils flaring. Goddammit! He had sworn to himself that he wasn’t going to try to seduce her, and then he had gone and done just that. “Shit.” He turned away and dug his cell phone from his pocket, flipped it open and pressed a button. He spoke into the phone. “Yeah, get back here and take her back to the house.”He ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket. “I’m not going to apologize. You’re playing with fire and you know it. You better watch out, little girl, because you’re going to get burned. I want you to get back to that house and stay there. You can go to the barn and see those damn skunks, but that’s it. Nowhere else.