This footballer is known for scoring—on and off the field—but this time, he's in over his head. His take-no-prisoners publicist, Kennedy Cole, seems to think hiding out in Maine is the best solution but he's not going willingly.Elodie Stewart is fresh off a divorce and busy running a thriving bed and breakfast in the small town of Lilac Harbor, Maine. The last thing she wants under her roof is a moody, broody, problem child player.After a rough start, they discover a mutual attraction they can't ignore. The last thing Elodie needs after her failed relationship is a playboy hookup, and Ryan doesn't need the distraction. But, seclusion has a tendency to bring people together. And together, they just may find the reclamation they need.

    And I have the perfect opportunity when my boss asks me to dig into the rookie wide receiver, Gavin Keller. Coming from a family of football stars, he’s my chance to write a huge story about the newest Keller to go pro. I need to get to know the man under the pads. Is he an arrogant entitled player or is there a side to him no one knows about?The more I watch Gavin at practice and when he mentors young athletes, the more I realize he’s nothing like I thought. He’s a leader, someone the fans can rally behind. The more I see, the more I like him—not the player. And the looks he gives me say he feels the same.As we get closer, I'm tempted to break my no-player rule. But if anyone finds out, it’s my job on the line. Giving in would mean losing everything.GavinI've always had more to prove than any of my teammates. I know what everyone says about me. Since the first time I touched a ball, I've been living in the shadow of my family's football legacy. My life is focused on my game and giving back and nothing else. I'm not giving anyone another reason to talk. That's until the new reporter, Lexie Austin appears on the sidelines in her skin-tight tailored suits and sky-high heels. They say she’s only here because of her looks, just like they say I’m only here because of my name.So what if everyone is as wrong about her as me? She’s more than a pretty face and I’m playing better than ever with her watching. It's starting to feel like she’s my personal good luck charm. She doesn’t care about my last name, my signing bonus, or my star potential. She wants to know me.I want her in my bed, by my side, and in my life. Now I just have to convince her that if she falls, it'll be the luckiest catch I ever make.

    Somehow we end up at his penthouse. I blame the gin and tonic.The next day I learn he’s Jack Hawke—bad-boy professional quarterback with a murky past. The NDA he has me sign should be a warning that he isn’t a regular person. Please. I sign it Juliet Capulet, so goodbye, famous football player with abs of steel, and good luck tracking down this small-town librarian.But Jack keeps showing up in places I least expect him. Just when I’m sure he’s gone, he waltzes into my community theater and wins the part of Romeo to my Juliet. How’s a plain, mostly innocent girl like me supposed to resist a man like him?Is Jack my real Romeo… or will this gorgeous football player only break my heart?

    After she wakes him up with a few slaps and some smelling salts, the very first thing he does is ask her out for ribs and beer. His name is Jimmy. He looks like a Gillette model. And he’s just too hunky to resist.Jimmy “The Falcon” Falconi is mystified that Mary has absolutely no idea who he is. Mystified and refreshed. He is, after all, not your everyday NFL quarterback. He shops at Costco, has a soft spot for Pinterest, and is in the midst of an epic losing streak.Jimmy falls for Mary fast and hard, the way he does everything—balls out and like it’s fourth and long. And he realizes he’s finally met his match. That stamina he’s so proud of? Doesn’t stand a chance against her Kegels.But what they don’t know is she’s also his new physical therapist, recently hired by the Bears to work on his rotator cuff…and groin injury. If she can’t help him, he’ll be traded faster than they can say “offensive penetration.”In spite of the thousands of internet memes featuring Jimmy’s face with captions like: “HEY GIRL, WANT TO TOUCH MY BALLS?” Mary finds herself falling for him and his unrelenting desire to make her his.Until a toddler shows up at Jimmy’s door.And throws their lives into total chaos.***To the reader: Sweet. Safe. HEA. This is a comedy that gets very dirty, so be advised. Other tasters' notes: Hints of honey and champagne. And a feisty little dog named Frankie Knuckles.

    Now, all she needs is the man. Hunter Vaughn was voted sexiest man alive four years running. He is mouthwatering in every way imaginable. A football legend – he’s about to be entered into the Pro Football Hall of Fame. My job is to keep him happy no matter what. He has charm, class, money, and experience… Everything I want in the man I’m going to convince to take my virginity. Faith Fairchild is my new assistant – half my age, with no concept of just how sexy she is. I would love nothing more than to bend her over my desk and show her who’s boss, but my golden rule is – don’t sleep with virgins. I want no strings sex with a woman who knows what she’s doing. Just because I don’t plan to score, doesn’t mean I can’t play the game… right? When challenged to a little bump-and-run, can the innocent virgin really play the ultimate player? FUMBLE is a sexy, lighthearted romance.STANDALONE

    maybe it was a sign I was ready to fall again.Is true love written in the stars for these star-crossed strangers?

    A speck on Asher’s radar. But, there’s something about her.She makes him weak—peels back layers he didn’t know existed.There’s a hidden passion they both share.But when his business interests don’t align with his obsession for Mara Monroe, he has a choice to make—give up everything he’s built or dismantle the thing she loves the most.Asher is a billionaire enemies to lovers full-length stand-alone novel.

    Kat, don’t take the long route from the subway station just so you can pass by Cute Hot Dog Guy. This is important! I’ve had THE BEST DAY. You won’t believe it. There I was in my preschool classroom, washing a bit of poo out of some soggy trousers, when this absolute babe came to collect his nephew from my class. Truthfully, I thought I’d blacked out for a moment when I first saw him. He was a proper hunk with glorious brown hair, quite tall, and he had these arms. Are muscly arms supposed to turn me on? I’m panting just thinking about them.Anyway, he told me he’s a professional foosball player. At least, I think that’s what he said. The tots can get quite loud near pick-up time. YASMINE: Foosball? What are you on about? Have you gone mad?KAT: Oh sod off. So what if I like to have a good look at Hot Dog Guy’s arse on my trek home after a hard day’s work? It’s called self-care.CANDACE: Kat, you’re hopeless. Yasmine, yes—foosball! I suppose it’s a big thing over here in the States? We must investigate and learn everything we can. By the way, he’s called Logan.Logan + Candace. I think that sounds quite nice! I can hear the wedding bells now. Dum dum da-dum.YASMINE: Oh good grief. I suppose we can do some snooping when I get home. I’ll grab wine on my way.KAT: I’ll grab hot dogs.THE TROUBLE WITH QUARTERBACKS is a hilarious romance about unlikely love found between a British preschool teacher and the professional quarterback who sweeps her off her feet.

    They aren’t supposed to play much. They aren’t supposed to attract attention. They definitely aren’t supposed to be getting in trouble. But when Grant Toolson joins the famed Seattle Professional Football team, he’s already made a name for himself, on the field and off.When the team decides he needs to clean up his more than a little rough-around-the-edges image, in steps Emily Masterson, the prim and proper daughter of Seattle's Mayor with a planned meeting. Only, she's not as prim and proper as everyone thinks. Not with Grant and not when it comes to what she wants. Is his image cleaned up and does the relationship work out after hearing hushed conversations? Well, that remains to be seen...

    He’s determined to be my savior. But I make a terrible damsel in distress. The verbal sparring is delicious foreplay and in a weak moment, I give him my number. It’s a mistake. See, my life is planned down to the very last detail. While it hasn’t always been a fairy tale existence, I’ve never wanted for anything. Now it’s my turn to give back, and I won’t rest until my debts are paid—all of them. And no one, not even Dr. Dailey, with his irresistible dimple and guarded past, will derail everything I’ve worked for. I won’t risk it. I can’t. If I could change the past, I would. For me, and for her. Especially for her. They call me Dr. Dirty, and I let them. My colleagues mean it as a joke, but they have no idea how stained my soul really is. The promises I’ve broken. The people I’ve failed. The shame that clouds everything. The only time I feel like a decent human being is when I’m at the hospital surrounded by patients—people I might actually be able to save. God knows I’m past salvation myself. Despite my sins, and there are plenty, I’m chasing redemption. A second chance. I might not deserve it, but I want it. What I’m not looking for is a warrior princess with a forgiving heart—until I meet Juliana. When she peers into my soul, she sees light where I see darkness.Now redemption isn’t enough. I want her too.But the road between us is littered with landmines and secrets—most of them mine. And I’m not sure I can put the past aside to be the man she deserves.

    As one of the best offensive linemen in the country, he thought he would start and end his career in New England. When his lifestyle injures the most important person on his team, the unthinkable happens.Traded.Such a dirty word. Starting over in Seattle isn't what he thought he would be doing. Especially not with the only woman who's ever turned him down.Could this trade be a blessing or is it a curse?Reagan Kelly's whole life has revolved around football. All she wants to do is to step out of her family's shadow and create a name for herself in the sport she loves. When Garrett Stone is traded to her team, all her carefully laid plans are blown up.Can she fight her attraction and keep things professional or is she destined to be the next in the very long line to ride the Tank?

    Steamy and unapologetically witty.Five hockey players, a cabin in the woods . . . and little old me, Winnie Berlin.Sounds like the start of a fantasy, right? But it's not. It's my reality.It all started when I got lost in the middle of the Canadian Rockies. A wicked thunderstorm sent my car mud sliding into a ditch and for a girl whose survival skills involve finding the nearest Starbucks, I was in deep trouble.Forced to abandon my car in search of help, I stumbled upon a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Soaking wet, irritated, and in desperate need of a hot shower, I knocked on the door for help only to be greeted by five boisterous, burly, and insanely attractive men.Not just men.Professional hockey players.I hit the motherload of fantasies, right? Wrong.Because as it turns out, one of them is my ex-boyfriend's half-brother. And when I end up crashing in their spare bedroom for the night, things take a very unexpected turn.I'm not sure any amount of survival skills can protect my heart from Vancouver Agitators star goalie, Pacey Lawes. But as long as we kiss and don’t tell, maybe everything will be okay . . .

    As the lead reporter, assigned to this puff piece, he hasn't made it easy with all the drunken brawls and arrests. I'm told to do my job—to be objective, but how can I achieve this when we have a past he doesn't seem to remember.KierShe's sexy, mouthy, and judgmental. I'm in her domain now, and way out of my league. If anyone can portray the changed man I've become, it's her. But, there's something almost too familiar about her as our chemistry with one another continues to grow. I'm the best on the field, and in my game, now it's time to prove I'm the best for her too.

    And while that label stung at first, I’ve since embraced it — living the wild and free life and sticking to a three date max. That’s just enough time to have some fun and snuff out the possibility of catching feelings. And it’s been working for me for years… Until Makoa Kumaka.Sadly, he also has a three date rule — and it’s the exact opposite of mine. From the second I meet him, all I can think about is stripping down that six-foot-five Herculean hunk of a man. But like the gentleman I wish he wasn’t, he’s making me wait.The more time we spend together, the more I feel those pesky emotions creeping in. I’m even tempted to trust him, but blame it on my past or my instincts, I can’t shake the feeling that he’s hiding something… I’ve been playing the game forever, and no man has ever won my heart — which meant they never had the power to break it.But maybe I just hadn’t met the right player.Maybe I’ll wish I never did.

    My neighbor's Siamese to be exact. When Mrs. Higgins begged me to go up on my roof to save Chloe, I did it to appease her because she thought the cat was stuck.The cat wasn't stuck.But I was.The ladder fell, Mrs. Higgins called 9-1-1, and the guy I’d had a crush on since high school arrived with the fire department and saved me.To my surprise, he asked me out, and our relationship took off.That was until I got the opportunity of a lifetime to go to Paris for six months and didn't see him again for two years when he was a passenger on the flight I was working.I was still in love with him, but he told me he was now a part-time gigolo, and there was no way I could ever share him with anyone else. Even if the job was only for money. So, I let him go.Like I should have done with that damn cat in the first place.