The gift that came as a result was a surprise we didn’t see coming. Logan Ambrose, a gorgeous surgeon with a broken past. A hero, a savior, and the charming doctor that stole my heart. I gave him my v-card and he crept into my heart as quickly as he left. Seeing Logan again and finding out I'm pregnant at the same time? Insane. "Logan you're going to be a dad." How do I begin to tell him this life changing news? I mean, a drunken one-night stand shouldn't be this complicated. I definitely didn't expect what came next... That he would be the doctor that’s delivering our baby!

    To me those four rockers are my family. They have watched over me from the time I was five years old. Protecting me from my mother and her drunken, drug addict rages. When they made it big they still watched over me. And when my monster of a mother died they took over as my guardians.In the six years since that happened I have watched over the four men that mean everything to me. I take care of them just as they once took care of me. I handle all the dirty work behind the scenes of a rockers life. It isn’t always pretty. At times it came be damn near disgusting, especially when I have to get rid of their one night stands. Ugh!Taking care of them doesn’t bother me though. I mean it’s not like I’m in love with one of them. That would be crazy. Falling for a rocker is NOT smart. Okay, so I’m not smart. I love my guys, and one of them kind of holds my heart in his big old rocker hand. But I’m dealing. I’ve been able to keep it my little secret for years now. I’m not, however, dealing with this bug that I seem to have caught. It scares the hell out of me. I hate doctors, but I’m suddenly more worried about finding out what is wrong with me than what the doctor might do to me. When I get my test results back my life will never be the same again…***Because of language and adult situations not suitable for readers under 17***

    Yes, I climbed into Jake Jensen’s lap and kissed the crap out of him in a crowded bar to make my ex jealous.Yes, I lied to my family and told them I’m in a relationship with the guy, even though he doesn’t know my name or my family’s connection to one of the hottest software companies in the US.Yes, I’m now on my way to convince him to be my fake boyfriend for my father’s company retreat in exchange for...whatever the heck he wants if it’ll get me out of this mess.And no, I’m most definitely not interested in his smoldering eyes or the way his hands feel against my body.Because whatever’s burning between us?It isn’t real.We’re both a means to an end.And there’s no convincing me otherwise.

    Through scandal after scandal, addiction on top of addiction, a flurry of paparazzi hunt him as he fights to conquer his demons.She's a single mother, assistant manager at a grocery store, existing in monotony with her five-year-old daughter. Every day when she goes to work, lurid tabloids surround her, the face of a notorious bad boy haunting her from their covers.A man and a woman, living vastly different lives, but that wasn't always the case. Once, they were just a boy and a girl who bonded over comic books and fell in love unexpectedly.When Kennedy Garfield met Jonathan Cunningham back in high school, she knew he had all the makings of a tragic hero. With stars in his eyes, and her heart on her sleeve, the pair ran away together to follow their dreams.But dreams, sometimes, turn into nightmares.Now, years later, the only thing they share is a daughter—one who has no idea her father plays her favorite superhero. But Jonathan is desperate to make amends, and at the top of his list is the woman who gave up everything for him and the little girl he hasn't yet met.

    That first night with him was a mistake.So was the second, the third...And what about Dustin?

    Instead, he hands me a wedding invitation - for two weeks from now! Even worse, I foolishly told him I’ll go... and bring my boyfriend.Too bad said boyfriend is nonexistent.When my best friend Declan offers to come as my fake date, my Grandma pressures me into accepting, telling me it’ll be a good way to move forward on my terms. Better than attending alone, I guess.Declan insists on getting me into the holiday spirit and out of my funk by signing us up for a Christmas contest. Practicing cooking, baking, and wrapping holiday gifts together sure feel like dates, even though they tend to end in disasters. Too bad he rejected me when we were in college, so he’s clearly not interested.But when I find out he’s got a Christmas Eve date? Well, I feel like my heart just got stomped for the second time in a week.Because it’s too hard to hide these feelings anymore. Being friends with Declan isn’t going to be enough.It’s going to take more than Santa to give me what I want this Christmas.This Christmas novella is a third in the East Village Christmas series. Each book can be read as a standalone in any order.This novella belongs to the collection, Holiday Fakeout: 22 Fake Holiday Dates to Heat Up the Season.

    Success, women, money. The name Walker Holcomb meant something. I was on top of the world. It was a damn long way to fall. My third album tanked, and I looked for answers in a whiskey bottle. I went from the top of every sexiest man list to the butt of every joke on late night. Only thing in worse shape than me is the family farm. Old place is as ramshackle and beat up as I am—another damned lost cause. Until I open my screen door one day and find her on my front porch. Luscious and fiery. Stubborn as hell. Irresistible. Nothing’s had me this fired up in a long time. She makes me crazy. I want to shout and cuss at her. I want to get my hands on that body. Part of me wants to throw her off my porch, tell her to keep walking till she crosses the property line. The rest of me wants to back her up against the rail and hike up her skirt. Even bloodshot eyes can see she’s just what I’ve been waiting for.

    That’s the number one lesson Piper Hayes has learned as the assistant to her rock star sister. Don’t ruffle any feathers. Quinn always get what she wants. The perfect boyfriend. The right media attention. And the lyrics that seem to pour out of Piper at every opportunity. But a good assistant does the right thing. She does her job and keeps her mouth shut if she knows what’s good for her. Yet, when her sister’s actions hurt the best guy Piper has ever known, she must choose between being a good assistant, a good sister, and taking care of the one person who ever made her feel like she could do more.Keep your chin up.Rockstars don’t get to complain. Ben Evans is a household name. He has more money than he ever dreamed of and the perfect girlfriend.It was fate, the way they fit together. The only lyrics Ben had ever been able to craft music to were Quinn’s. The words spoke to him, made him believe in himself and what their band, Fate, was doing. When his longtime girlfriend betrays him, the only thing he wants is to escape to his hometown where the media’s rumors can’t get to him. He never expected Piper to follow him, to choose him over her sister. Now, he must decide if it’s truly the lyrics he loves or the girl who was right in front of him the entire time.Love is a Lyric is book one in Rockstars Anonymous, featuring one rock star support group, five ridiculous stars, and four swoony romances. Beware of concert crashers, meddling families, and rock stars who can’t seem to stay out of each other’s love lives.

    That old, half-forgotten heritage in a valley of roses seems like a good place to soothe a wounded heart. She certainly doesn’t expect the most dangerous threat to her heart to pounce on her as soon as she sets foot on the land.He wants them back.Matt didn’t mean to growl at her quite that loudly. But—his roses! She can’t have his roses. Even if she does have all those curls and green eyes and, and, and…what was he growling about again?Or maybe he just wants her.When an enemy invades his valley and threatens his home, heart, and livelihood, Matthieu Rosier really knows only one way to defend himself.It might involve kissing.

     The story titles are: Betty’s Birthday It Wisnae Me Jena and Matt’s Honeymoon in Vegas Andrew McInnes’ Book Club The Breakfast Club The Reverend Morrison’s Last Christmas in Invertary Betty Wants Grandkids Aunty Megan Saves the Day The Day Donna Became Housekeeper at Kintyre Mansion Megan and Dimitri on the Job The Wookiee Wants a Wife (or at the very least, a date!) Isobel And Callum Get Married Kirsty and Lake Benson Ryan’s Heart Harry and Magenta A London Night Invertary’s Unofficial Council Has a Plan A New Client for Benson Security Valentine’s Day at Glasgow School of Art Jack’s Next Step Dear Abby Some of these stories have appeared in my newsletters. But some were written just for this book, and you will only find them here. This book is fifty-five thousand words long.

    Eight years later, a burn victim with amnesia wanders into Jersey’s barely-existent life. She resists his efforts to form a friendship until he reveals knowledge of the person responsible for derailing her future. Through their unusual friendship, she discovers a way to avenge the deaths of her foster parents. All she has to do is destroy the world’s biggest rock star. In the ultimate game of sex, lies, and manipulation, can Jersey discover the truth? Or will she be blinded by attraction, deceived by love, and destroyed by her past?

    Living a half-breathing life in a half-finished neighborhood with parents who always wore half-hearted smiles, the high school senior only had one thing that let her color outside her family’s perfectly drawn lines—her drums. Jesse Barringer was a song without a chorus. The son of a washed-up rock star who’s also one hell of a deadbeat dad, he was given two things from his father—musical genius and a genetic link to the bipolar disorder that drives him mad. One night in a garage at the end of a cul-de-sac in the middle of a bankrupt California neighborhood, Jesse’s melody found Arizona’s rhythm. An angry boy with storm-colored eyes found a blonde angel in Doc Martens with missing lines in her own story. Where her rhythm stopped, his words took over, and together, they wrote one hell of a story.** Drummer Girl is a mature YA/New Adult romance that touches on mental health, drug abuse and includes mature sexual situations.

    All along, publicist Rose Morgan has been at his side, either covering up his indiscretions or promoting his new songs and fake relationships. When Cole unexpectedly focuses his attention on his quiet publicist, neither can predict the dangerous events looming ahead.So, crowd surf into the second chance romance box set with this captivating couple. And before the World Tour concludes, you’ll be begging Cole, “Hold Me”!

    He’s supposed to rest, heal his scars and attend high school in disguise until the press dies down. But he only wants to get back to work.Worse, the girl who’s been assigned to make him over into a geek is a major geek herself. Vere Roth is a chattering pixie, a blushing tornado and a complete social disaster. He’s never met a girl who’s never-been-kissed, believes in romance and thinks Hunter’s a 'nice' guy.Funny thing is...Hunter is nice around Vere because she’s his first real friend. He also can’t seem to stop sharing his secrets or keep her out of his heart. Knowing he’d never deserve a girl as sweet as Vere, he resigns himself to the friend zone, and helps his new bestie with her own makeover. She tortures him daily for ridiculous guy advice on how to snag her life-long crush. A guy Hunter thinks is totally wrong for Vere, and sadly, one who has taken note of Vere’s transformation.When Vere asks her best friend for some kissing advice, Hunter can’t resist...And that’s when things get out of control... High School Romance, first love, sweet romance

    This material is intended for a mature audience. "My name's Jag Steele. I’m the lead singer and guitarist to the band Pandemic Sorrow, and I have a drug problem. Well, I mean it's not really a problem – unless you count the fact that I almost made my heart explode from all the blow I shoved up my nose a few weeks back..." That was my introduction during my first stint in rehab. I'm messed up. If you asked anybody who I am there’s a list they will go down: Famous, rock star, legend, drug addict, womanizing man-whore, but if you asked me, I wouldn't have the first idea of what to say, because I don’t know who Jag Steele is. Really, I’m living every other damn person's dream, and all I want is reality. Roxy Slade, that girl was my reality. My brutally flawed and beautifully broken reality. And she hated everything I stood for. To her I was just one of “those guys”, and she’d rather be buried alive with poisonous snakes than give someone like me a piece of toilet paper to wipe their ass with. Brutal. Life. Is. Brutal. And it is just a giant pain, which is why I chase after anything to make it numb, anything that can fill this void. I just want anything that can make me not feel. I just don't want to feel.