He’s the epitome of the “bad boy, good man” persona. The best of both worlds. The worst of them too. He’s the type of guy most girls wouldn’t mind sharing a confined space with, except my new roommate isn’t all swagger and chiseled abs. He’s bossy. Messy. Cocky. Infuriating. Doesn’t believe in personal space. Has no qualms about roaming the apartment with a loincloth-sized towel cinched around his waist. Seems under the delusion he’s my personal protector (refer back to infuriating). He plays college baseball and holds down a part-time job—I don’t know where he finds the time to get on my nerves. We have nothing in common . . . except our attraction to one another. And in six hundred square feet of shared space, the tension only has so much room to grow before one of us gives in to temptation. But really, what chance do a couple of young kids chasing their dreams in the big city have of making it?Since Soren claims I know squat about sports (he might have a semi-point), here’s a stat for him—one in a million. That’s our odds.

    

    My boss’s son.Could one night of passion hurt?I just won’t let myself fall for him...

    #1. Always be attainable. #2. Never fall in love. And I’ve been living by these rules for a very long time. I love my life. I’m one-third of the Trifecta, only the naughtiest male revue show Sin City has ever seen. My days consist of working out, saving money, and entertaining women both on and off the stage. Until the moment, Clara walks into Big Willie’s and wants nothing to do with me. She avoids me at every turn. And it drives me crazy. But, when she needs a date for her step-sister’s wedding, there’s only one person she can turn to. Me. And I’m more than happy to be the piece of meat on her arm. Date for the wedding, and nothing else. Only one problem, I find myself wanting more. This is all new to me, and I find myself breaking both my rules. But this is Vegas, baby, and sometimes rules are meant to be broken.

     My step-mother was after the family fortune. But she’s different. Her blue eyes and those cute freckles have me dying for her. This is about to get hot, crazy, and a whole lot messier. Especially when I discover her… little secret.

    The harder he fights his pull to her the harder he falls. She’s too good for him and he knows it, but he can’t stay away. He’s a bad boy who likes his women as fast as the car he races, but Liri Hart is under his skin and in his veins. No matter how hard he tries to push her away, she keeps coming back for more, hoping she can be the one to change him. They say you never get over your first love. One thing is for sure. Neither of them will ever be the same again. This is the story of Killian & Liri.

    But after one unforgettable, passionate night with Brian O’Leary, her gorgeous former boss, her life has ground to a halt. Now, she’s pregnant. Facing the biggest responsibility of her life. Worse, Brian’s new girlfriend and soon-to-be fiancée is demanding Brian not be named the father and that Connie sign a non-disclosure agreement. But when Brian begins to help Connie prepare for the baby, she finds herself dreaming about not just their child but a family with the billionaire as well. Brian is convinced that Connie’s pregnancy is just a small hiccup on his way to the perfect life he’s dreamed of since he was a poor kid on the wrong side of the tracks. He’s already amassed fortune, and has found the perfect, practical fiancée who comes with a major tech deal, putting his goal almost in reach. He has no room in his life for the always-cheerful Connie, but he finds himself more and more drawn to her despite his looming goal. She’s the opposite of everything he needs in life. But if that’s true, why is it so hard to resist her? As the pregnancy progresses, Connie wants Brian to see that there’s more to life than making money, and that they’re meant to be a family. But with everything working against them and a baby on the way, time is running out for them to find their happily ever after. This novel contains sexual content and profanity.

    The mustard-stained apron never suited her anyway. She looks a lot better in stockings and a pencil skirt.She's given me a list. “Smile.” “Tell people ‘good job.’” “No growling!” She doesn’t seem to understand that running a Fortune 500 company isn’t the same thing as selling sandwiches.She’s determined though, and determination is exactly what I’m looking for in my new assistant. So I’ll humor her and follow her little list, just long enough that she thinks she’s got me under control.But once I get her in bed, I’ll growl all I want.WENDYI’m going to tame the big bad Mr. Wolfe, and if I can’t break his iron fist, I’ll at least put a cute little mitten over it so he doesn’t hit his employees so hard.

    Never again would I see something beautiful and beyond my means and take it, just because I wanted it. Just because I could.When I moved in with Jerry, it was with good intentions. I needed a place to live while I got my degree, and he needed a roommate. Then I saw Aster.Blond and beautiful, good, pure, sweet, smart…and Jerry’s girlfriend. She was everything I never thought I could have. Except…maybe I can.So I put a plan into action. Yeah, I’d probably go to hell, but it would be worth it. I wanted Aster. I wanted her yesterday and tomorrow and every possible way.But you know what they say.Be careful what you wish for…because you just might get it.

    So, how did I end up in my best friend's bed? Well, he did rescue me from my broken down car. Plus, he’s grown into a complete hunk of a man and is hardly the beanstalk that I recall growing up with. It just... happened. I mean, if you call being trapped inside due to a snowstorm and then finding yourself being ravished in bed 'just happening'. A fling… that’s what we agreed. We know this can’t last, I’m only back in my hometown for a couple of weeks. My life is in Vegas with the job I love. And his is here with his ranch. We physically can't be together… So, why don’t I want to leave? ***Hometown Lover is a stand-alone read with toe-curling romantic scenes. There's no cheating, no cliffhangers, no escaping the steamy nights (and days), and a guaranteed HEA***

    Now—aside from her art—she prefers all things surface-level, at best. Maverick Morrison needs a new roommate—and as a loyal man in a long-term relationship with his best friend, that’s all he needs. But when he meets Veronica, he finds himself slowly pulled into her past—and her sorrow, which threatens to swallow them both. To her, Maverick is annoying—with a stubbornness that rivals even her own—but safe. Though his ocean-eyes remind her of all that she’s lost. To him, she’s captivating. A beautiful mystery. Until he discovers that her guarded heart is a riptide—and that his has been in the wrong hands all along… What happens when a love-destructive girl accidentally falls for a boy who’s vowed to never again accept a love that doesn’t mend?

     Violet Charlie Blaze made my heart flutter that first day at freshman orientation. Two years later, I’m still content to admire him from afar, no matter what I write in my diary. He’s tall and athletic—the consummate jock complete with cocky friends and the requisite cheerleader girlfriend. When he comes to my library to work, he’s witty and kind, and I’m pleasantly surprised. But just when I think there’s more to Charlie than meets the eye, he shows me he’s like all the rest. Guys like Charlie Blaze don’t belong with girls like me. Charlie There is something special about Violet Duchenne—it was obvious from the moment I laid eyes on her. But no matter how hard I try to get her attention, it’s clear she wants nothing to do with me. When my research project brings me to the library where she works, it seems I got her all wrong. She’s smart and funny, and she sees me in a way no one else does. Trouble is, the rest of my life isn’t on board—and that’s been made painfully clear to her. Girls like Violet Duchenne don’t go for guys like me. Roses are red Violets are blue Flirt Club has a sexy new collaboration Just for you! Join twelve of your favorite Flirt Club authors in this hot and steamy spring collection where our May Flowers bloom faster than a hothouse rose under the touch of our sexy heroes. #mayflowers #FlirtClub

    Joss and Matt have been friends since freshman year of college, meeting one night after Joss is dumped by her boyfriend. After a few drinks, Matt humors her with a proposition: that he’ll become her go-to guy whenever she needs to heal a broken heart. In return, she’ll do the same for him. The #1 Rule: They’ll never fall in love with each other. People scoff at the arrangement. But six years later, Joss and Matt are still the best of friends . . . with benefits. Through a string of boyfriends and girlfriends—some almost perfect, some downright wrong—Joss and Matt are always there for each other when the going gets tough. No strings. No attachments. Piece of cake. No problem. After all, since they wrote the rules, surely they can play by them. Or can they?

    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.

    Turner is my sexy as hell neighbor.I have it dialed in, when he pulls into his driveway and when he leaves for work.I watch all of the other women in our neighborhood clamor over him like dogs in heat.Funny thing is: Turner ignores them all.He doesn't give any of them the time of day.When he confesses that I'm the one for him...it's too hard to believe.How can I be the woman he needs?Especially when I accidentally set his fence on fire.