If only she wasn't also horribly single and alone. Spending most of her nights with her head buried in a good romance, Ava didn't know what to think when she first met the tall, handsome tattoo artist named after a Norse God. She was too busy looking for things to hit him with. But a chance encounter like no other breeds a passion that she has never experienced before. Will Ava be brave enough to look past what she thinks is best for her? Will she realize the man of her dreams is the same man that destroyed her perfect pair of Manolo Blahniks and irritates her to no end with his stunning perfection? Find out if these two flawed individuals can be perfect together in Ava's Thor(n)!

    His thirtieth birthday ends with a humiliating face-plant onto the floor of his luxury hotel suite.Hardworking hotel maid Jemima Coates comes to his rescue. Her kindness enthralls him, but it's her sweet, innocent beauty that ensnares him. One stolen kiss--and Step knows he'll do anything to protect her.When her younger brother is kidnapped, Step vows to get him back, even if that means knocking on the door of Russian mob boss Nikolai and calling in favors from his cousin Ten, the infamous mob enforcer.Because Step has finally tasted happiness, and he'll fight like hell to keep Jem in his life...

    But she's no murderer either, even if she did joke with her sisters about killing her ex-husband, Phil, after their nasty divorce. How was she to know that someone really wanted Phil dead—or that she would become the prime suspect? It doesn't help that the investigating detective is so distractingly gorgeous that Michael can hardly think straight.…Michael is sexy, smart and a little bit wild— everything Detective Kyson Dekker loves in a woman. True, there is that tiny problem of her being the prime suspect in a homicide, and the fact that Kyson is torn between seducing her and getting her to confess. But if she's being framed, Michael needs protection—and Kyson is ready to prove he's the man for the job, in every way.…

     The Sanctuary Series: Book One The Sandman and The Librarian were from different sides of the war, but they carried the same kind of gun. He was a man known for his stealth kills. She was a woman who'd never missed a target. Together they were invincible or so they thought. When the Sanctuary is exposed and deadly secrets are revealed will they chose each other over survival? One never knows when killers are involved...

    She's a reckless ring girl, running away from a story no one knows but her. You should be scared of me.... They call him The Russian Beast, and he's fighting demons no onecan see but him . He's dangerous. Everybody knows that, and treats him accordingly. Everybody but her. Can these two damaged souls save each other this Christmas, or will dangerous forces tear them apart before they can even begin? Find out what happens in this new adult HFN smoking hot, short story tease for HER RUSSIAN BEAST. But Reader BE WARNED, do not one-click if you don't want an unlikely couple with crazy hot chemistry to heat up your holidays!

    I paid for all three when I fell in love with Rora. Her betrayal left me in shambles, a hollow man filled with insurmountable regret. I resented her. And then I hurt her. Betrayed her in the selfishness of my retribution. But when I lay eyes on her again, she’s not the same woman I exiled from my past. She’s not the woman I once loved. Her eyes burn brighter, only with the deepest of hatred. A hatred that bears my name Nova Everything has a meaning; your past, your present, the people that you hold true to your heart. But what if all three of those play your trial, jury and judge to a crime you never committed in the first place? The old me died after my conviction, only to come back with contempt and revenge in my veins. The love and trust are gone while I write my list down of every Judas in my midst. And I’m starting with him.

    Except the main lead isn’t supposed to fall for an extra.The harder Hawk pursues me, the more the movie changes, bringing dire consequences and painful revelations.​Time is running out but, when I find a way to escape that world, I make a startling discovery. I've fallen for Hawk.Now, I'm faced with a heartbreaking choice. Do I stay or do I go?Trapped In You is a standalone BWWM science fiction romance, featuring a cocky hero and a fiesty black woman who charges through him like a hurricane.

    All I want is a normal life with a husband and babies. So what if I work at a strip club? I have to make a living, and all I do is serve drinks. I don't take my clothes off, so no one notices me. Until one night the Nocturne walk in. The meanest, most dangerous werewolf motorcycle club in Texas. They're looking for trouble, and they find it. The trouble is me. Because Bane, the Nocturne alpha, wants to take me for his mate. Bane is big, bearded, and muscled. He takes what he wants. He's rough and mean. His wolf is vicious. He says I'm his forever, no matter what I say. I don't know anything about being a werewolf's mate. But somehow I'm giving in, no matter what he tells me to do... This isn't going to end well. But the ride is too much pleasure to say no.

     Okay, no man was ever going to control what she did, not ever again. Okay, no man was going to control her outside the bedroom. Not ever. The problem with Le Duc was the man just didn't listen. He was Dominique Nadir Amir Afshar de Choiseul, or duc de Choiseul. He didn’t just run a criminal empire older than most countries, he was an actual duke. Not that it mattered. She wasn’t impressed. Duchess explained over and over again that she wasn't getting married. Period. End of discussion. Just as soon as he stopped talking. And looking so edibly delicious. Maybe just a little taste… Ex: “Sir, we’ve arrived.” Nadir blinked. Damn, he hadn’t even noticed the vehicle had crawled to a stop. Right next to the object of his fascination. Not waiting for the driver to come around to open his door, he slid across the seat to exit closest to the tree. As soon as he was out of the car, he went straight for it, scanning the ground around the base, then the lower branches with no idea what he was looking for. Until he found it. Those were definitely rope burns on those bare, lower branches. Damn. “It’s a hanging tree.” Encountering a child was the last thing Nadir had expected, though he hadn’t really been sure what to expect. Not knowing what to say to the little person who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, he said nothing as she continued. “Some say the ghosts of the poor fools hung on that tree haunt it, tied to its roots for eternity.” Wait, this little person couldn’t be more than five maybe. Should she know how to talk like that? “My daddy died on that tree.” What? She just stood there, a riot of midnight colored curls falling all around her face and over her shoulders, looking up at him as if what she just said was perfectly normal. In fact, she looked pleased with her tiny fists resting on her hips. With her chin up, her back straight she continued to stare even when he didn't reply. What could he possibly say? Her expression didn’t change as she waited him out. Nor did she stop staring at him directly in the eye as if she was his equal. No, as if she were above him, as regal as a queen in her frilly little dress and bare dirty feet. With skin the color of toasted caramel, the imp had eyes that were almost amethyst with spikes of marine blue. Those eyes carried wisdom a little girl shouldn’t have. Who was she? “My mama ain’t gonna marry you.” Giving him a sweeping look from head to foot she shook her head as if she felt sorry for him. Sorry for him. No one felt sorry for him. “You might as well just turn around and go home.” “Angel Flower! What have I told you about using proper grammar?” Nadir had no idea where the voice of the grown woman admonishing the little girl was coming from. He couldn’t take his eyes off the fascinating child in front of him who was currently rolling her eyes. “Pardon me. My mother isn’t going to marry, so I am afraid your trip to my house is a big, fat bust!” To emphasize her point, she raised her little chin even higher while also raising a brow as well as any fifty-year-old man. Laughter bubbled up from somewhere deep inside Nadir’s gut. It started out rusty, like an old pipe suddenly flooded with a rush a water after laying dry for about a decade. Soon peals of pure, unadulterated mirth filled his body, echoing across the courtyard.

    I’ll be stripped of my crown unless I can snag one. I also have the funds to pay handsomely for the right stand-in. Easy, right? Word has definitely gotten out. Everybody wants to be my new bride. But when I find the perfect pretend princess, I don’t even know her name. All I know is that she’s American and she likes to put up a fight. I tell myself I’m chasing after her for the good of my kingdom. But her captivating curves leave me spellbound. And I want a smoking hot royal wedding night with her. She runs out of my life just as quickly as she ran into it, leaving only a shoe. This Prince Charming is determined to find its owner, so we can create the kind of happy ending that dirty fairy tales are made of. Lucky Prince is a standalone romance with no cheating, no cliffhangers and a very happy ever after. It was originally published as Perfect Fit by Juliana, but Eva wanted to edit and expand it in time for the upcoming royal nuptials. She’s added a royal wedding scene and a lot of other fun things you don’t want to miss out on! Bonus content is included for your continued reading pleasure.

    Amazon#1 Gothic/dark romance Sold. Tortured. Abused. My name is…well, to tell you the truth I’m not so sure anymore. To my master I’m known only as ‘beauty’, a word that inspires magnificence, however in my mind it only imparts feelings of horror and helplessness. Stolen at just fifteen-years-old, I’ve been held hostage for three years now, my body no longer my own, my mind twisted into something I no longer recognize. Then came Hart.Dangerously handsome, and frighteningly male. Instead of fearing this curious man as I should, I do something I never thought I’d do again, I trust him. And when he whispers my name, “Beauty”, it’s with such soul-shattering tenderness it brings new meaning to the word. I more than trust him…I’m infatuated with him.We are the same, you see, our monsters match and our thirst for revenge is as sweet as it is deadly. My story isn’t pretty, but my vengeance is sublime. BEAU2Y, Part 2, OUT NOW

    Years later, she’s returned to the tiny town of Cypress, Louisiana to take her rightful place as head of her magical family, whether she likes it or not. In order to keep the tentative peace formed between the various races of powerful beings who rule side by side, she must face her own demons. Mainly one, Cristobal Cortez. Now a master vampire, and lord of the seven cities surrounding New Orleans, her former lover has moved up in the world. Their relationship gets way more complicated when his court is framed for a rash of murders they didn’t commit. Forced to play her role as his bond mate, and launch an investigation into the darkness threatening to overturn truces, she may be in over her head.

    If that wasn’t enough of a jolt to her system, she is hit with a situation from her past ten days before the election. The only person that can help her now is the very person who once broke her heart. But time and need collide, and she has no choice but to seek his help.Nicholas “Nico” Bacardi is nobody’s knight in shining armor. A former fixer for the mob, he’s now one of the most notorious mob bosses in the world who stays under the radar by fixing problems for powerful people who keep his face out of the papers and his name off of the government’s watch list. But when the only woman he has ever loved, calls in need of his help, he is more than willing to become her knight. He sets aside all to help Kay. But after he helps her, and after she achieves her lifelong goal and becomes president, will she want him tomorrow?The President’s Boyfriend is a fast-paced romantic thriller that answers the age-old question: can two people find true love when the entire world opposes their union?

    

    Manic and increasingly out of touch with reality, Lexie has pushed Jax away for over a year. But the next day, Lexie is dead: drowned in the pool at their grandmother’s estate. When Jax arrives at the house to go through her sister’s things, she learns that Lexie was researching the history of their family and the property. And as she dives deeper into the research herself, she discovers that the land holds a far darker past than she could have ever imagined.In 1929, thirty-seven-year-old newlywed Ethel Monroe hopes desperately for a baby. In an effort to distract her, her husband whisks her away on a trip to Vermont, where a natural spring is showcased by the newest and most modern hotel in the Northeast. Once there, Ethel learns that the water is rumored to grant wishes, never suspecting that the spring takes in equal measure to what it gives.