But my hot bodyguard knows every little sweet thing my body needs this Christmas. It's Christmas eve, just another day for me. Staying home to unwrap presents in an empty home isn't my idea of fun. Hanging out with friends, making bad choices and losing my pesky V card seems like the better option. At least I won't be alone.Until he shows up.Captain Dyson is everything you imagine a former Marine to be. Sinfully gorgeous, intimidating AF, and deliciously hard all over. Just the kind of man you never want to tick off. Of course, it's my new favorite hobby when he thinks he'll be dragging me home for another empty Christmas with my scrooge father.But the arrogant Marine has no intentions of waiting for my permission. When a freak snowstorm lands us secluded and all alone, it’s just me, my handsome well-dressed bodyguard, a handful of those bad ideas I mentioned. And a whole lot of snow. It doesn't take me long to learn I like the way my guard uses his body to warm me up by the fire and chase away the wintery chills. Suddenly Christmas isn't looking so bad after all.You see, I've made a list and he's checking it twice. If I'm naughty he's promised I'll get every inch of my present.My bodyguard is about to find out his sweet Eve is more naughty than nice.

    Good, old-fashioned, heart-thumping, panty melting, lady boner smut. There’s a fancy box on my desk filled with letters from readers, eager to share their sinful escapades like the character in my first book! Each of the naughty writings in my fancy box is a tale worth telling, so I started weaving stories around the titillating confessions. Even though names have been changed to protect the innocent, these are the stories as presented to me along with some wicked embellishments. CONTROL is the sexy, dirty love story of Adam and Emily. For this hot couple, a mutual attraction led to her awakening and the fulfillment of all his alpha dreams.

    I’ll admit I had my doubts in all three of those things when my sister wanted to move all the way here to Christmas, Michigan in the dead of winter. I’ve been scrambling to be the supportive sister after her messy divorce, but I’m exhausted. Just when I think I’m at my breaking point, I sense something. The universe is telling me it’ll all work out. I know my gut instinct is right when I see him. I instantly want to know everything about the tall, broad shouldered, blue-eyed man staring at me. I want to unwrap him layer by layer. All of him. Every single inch.Walker: As a doctor, I trust my mind, science, and empirical evidence. Until I see her. The short, curvy minx stares right at me, her teal eyes gliding down my body. My chest tightens and I can’t catch my breath. I run through a list of symptoms and possible diagnoses, but nothing quite matches what I’m feeling. My condition only worsens the longer I look at her, yet I can’t bring myself to do anything else. Love at first sight isn’t possible, but one look at my pixie and I know she’s about to prove me wrong.