I’m only interested in partying and hanging out with beautiful women. Plus sleeping with them. Despite what my father wants, I have no desire to have anything to do with the family business, unless it involves spending money and having a good time. It is the shock of a lifetime when he dies unexpectedly, leaving the business and most of his wealth in my hands. That’s when I see Isla, my stepsister I haven’t seen in years… She used to be shy and overweight, but now she’s outspoken and drop-dead beautiful. Best of all, she’s a virgin and I’d do anything to take her virginity from her… My name is Isla Lucas, Levi’s former stepsister. I was often teased by Levi when we were teenagers so I never wanted anything to do with him. After our parents divorced, I moved back home to Maryland. Just as I had pushed pass my insecurities that had made me put off dating, my ex-stepfather died... I am shocked to find out he left me a considerable sum of money. Accepting the money, though, reopens old wounds when I find out I must deal with Levi again. My best friend Sophie concocts the perfect plan to get back at him, but everything is suddenly thrown into jeopardy when I realize what he wants from me... Will I get my revenge or will he get my virginity? **This is a full-length, standalone alpha billionaire virgin romance. No cheating or cliffhangers, and as always, Happily Ever After.

    Save verb \ˈsāv\ 1 a: Keep safe or rescue (someone or something) from harm or danger.Synonyms: rescue, come to someone's rescue, save someone's life, set free, liberate, deliver, extricate.Saving lives is the end goal.It's a responsibility I live with every day, the reason I wear the badge.Built on a brotherhood that runs deeper than blood, this way of life has become my very existence...Until Liberty.I thought I was saving her.I never expected her to be the one saving me.

     Red Flags… Too loud. Too clingy. Too much make-up. I could go on and on. The other guys in the Single Dad’s Club would say I’m obsessed with finding them. But none of their kid’s mothers call a maximum-security prison home either, so their opinions mean shit. Caterina Santora has her own list of red flags… She’s too young. She’s my client’s daughter. She’s my five-year old’s camp counselor. Even after repeating this mantra to myself every morning on the way to Lily’s summer camp, guess what happens the moment I see Cat? Yeah, that mantra turns into ride me, doggie style and reverse cowgirl. Every. Damn. Time. The fact that she doesn’t remember me from six years before grates on me until I don’t have it in me to leave her alone any longer. I have to have her. But our lives are opposites in every way. In no way compatible. When we’re together all the complications fade away and I have to keep reminding myself, even if I can have her— I can’t keep her.