Clad in hooded black robes, carrying torches that blazed with evil fury, they came. With chanting—at first a distant murmur, then growing and building, louder and louder—incessant, demanding, hideous chanting, they came.Mother had been rocking both Jeremiah, my four-year-old little brother, and me on our rickety rocking chair, its swaying motion in itself a soothing comfort on a dark night. But more than that, mother sang to us in her clear and lilting voice as she often did, chasing away the ghosts and goblins that sometimes haunt a young boy’s mind. As I was about to drop off to sleep, the noise and the clatter from outside our cabin startled me back to consciousness. Mother’s voice mixed with the incessant chanting that came closer and closer. Her voice faded. We could see the lights from their torches through the window panes, and mother rose quickly from the rocker and hurried Jeremiah and me into our bedroom. She cautioned us in whispery tones to stay quiet, to stay in our room, pretend to be asleep; and then on tiptoe, she rushed out the door, closing it quietly after herself.Within minutes, I heard Mother scream a piercing wail that emitted both terror and defeat. They came through our bedroom door, robes rustling, wild eyes searching, hands reaching, and carried Jeremiah and I from our beds. They dragged Mother out the front door, through the dark forest, up the mountainside, our captors pulling my brother and I close behind. I remember the brittle sound of the fallen leaves under our feet, the cold chill of the night air brushing against my face, the pale moonlight frosting the tips of the last remaining leaves on the black, skeletal oak trees that rose above us. And we kept climbing, climbing, farther and farther up through the forest. And as we walked, a cold wind came up, turning the leaves; and the racing clouds changed into thunderheads. And then the first bolt of lightning lit the sky and illuminated the hellish scene around us—the shadowy, dark figures stomping through the bushes and underbrush, the swaying glow of lanterns through the trees. All the while their chanting reverberated across the landscape, mixing with the sound of the howling, barking, snarling, pawing dogs that followed in their midst."

     Picking on Katie has been the only way Cory could get her to notice him. Unfortunately, that combined with her first impression of him has put him firmly on her DO NOT DATE list. Disguised as Santa, Katie has no clue she's bidding on him, and Cory is all too excited because he's about to get a second chance with the one that got away. He's planning to tie her up and tie her down for life, but what happens when the beard comes off and Katie realizes her Santa, the one man that can satisfy her needs, is the one man that drives her crazy? **Warning, this book is a cliffhanger.**

    It’s only when a volatile relationship threatens to destroy all she holds dear that Summer finds herself returning to the place she knows so well.Jake Tremaine has travelled the world but reluctantly finds himself drawn back to Polwenna Bay to run the family marina and take care of his unruly siblings. While Jake knows his attention should be on the rescuing the business, determined Ella, daughter of a wealthy hotelier, is set on working her way into his affections and beneath his sheets. The last thing Ella will tolerate is the reappearance of a rival…As the holiday season approaches and seaside life gathers pace, Jake suspects that Summer is keeping a huge secret from him. But Summer is not the only person in the village with something to hide. Is she just an echo of Jake’s past or are there far more important matters at stake?

    He has no manners and doesn’t think twice about the weight of his words. Why him? He must have slipped something in my chai tea. Nigel When I woke up this morning, I didn’t plan to meet the woman I wasn’t strong enough to walk away from. But she’s here. In this coffee shop. And she answers my questions with more questions. It should be irritating as hell, not sexy. Or maybe somebody slipped something in my coffee.

     Rich and kinky werewolf Karl Norman rescues her, but he won’t release Grace from the pirate’s bonds until she surrenders her number to him. Karl talks Grace into coming to dinner, where she discovers he’s a dominant being with scary secrets: one drives her wild with lust, and the other sends her screaming from his bed. Naturally shy of both love and lust, Grace must decide if she can stand Karl’s Alpha Heat.

    With no pack and no mate, Zoe must brave the supernatural crowds of Last Call, the bar where your drink order tells everyone what you need. Kamikaze: Werewolf in heat, looking for a temporary mate.The chase is on, and security specialist Connor O'Malley intends to win, if only because the sweet young woman at the bar looks unprepared for what the night might bring, in and out of the bedroom. Little does he know that, when he catches her, he may not be satisfied being just a temporary mate.

     Sassy mouth, fearless emerald eyes, and delicious curves in all right places. She makes me alive in a way no other woman ever did. A man of my age and position should know better. Yet, I find myself offering her an opportunity of her lifetime. An opportunity that can destroy us both. We both know we’re walking a thin line so we keep our desire secret. When they find out they try to set us apart. They certainly can try... AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a full length standalone romance with a happily ever after, no cliffhanger, and no cheating.

    Not when the pull of serving our country is my competition. With no other choice, I rebuild myself and focus my attention on the clients of the Broken Rebel Brotherhood, the people who need the club’s help. I even date other guys in an effort to circumvent the heartache. It works for a while but eventually, the past comes back in the form of muscles, tats and so much baggage.Isaiah is no longer the boy I loved. He’s a man that oozes sin and pain. His eyes tell a story that I’m not sure I’m up to hearing. Why then is it so hard to turn my back on him? And why in the hell is he the only person my soul calls out to when I’m in trouble?Isaiah…Leaving my family and Tillie was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But duty called and I had to answer. Especially if I want to be the president of the Broken Rebel Brotherhood and fill my dad’s very large shoes. When a bombing sends me back to the only place I’ve ever called home, I mistakenly think that everything will magically be the same. Not only has everything changed, but Tillie has moved on. She’s become a woman I don’t recognize, a woman who spends her days proving she doesn’t need me. But I know her better than she knows herself. And danger lurks in the shadows, threatening her existence, whether she wants to admit it or not. I will stop at nothing to protect her, to show her that we still belong together. Fighting for my country was my duty. Fighting for Tillie is everything.

    His prized mare is injured while barrel racing and needs medical attention fast! He is forced to turn to Dr. Vanessa Hart… The young, HOT inexperienced veterinarian who is new to town. When she shows up at the ranch, they get off on the wrong foot… Jake’s PTSD kicks in from his military days, and he gets angry with her. Jake can’t deny his attraction for the BBW, but he has a shady past. One he is afraid to admit to Vanessa for fear she will label him as a bad boy loser. Vanessa has come to town for a fresh start… She keeps to herself but when Jake does her a favor she agrees to go out with him. After their first kiss, Vanessa can’t keep her eyes off him. She wants more… But she holds a deep dark secret too that she isn’t about to share… a deadly secret! Will Jake and Vanessa’s love for each other be strong enough for them to find happiness and put their pasts in the rearview mirror? Renegade Ridge is a Bad Boy Action-Adventure Romance with a guaranteed HEA. This full-length novel is a contemporary romance but has elements of a thriller as well. Renegade Ridge is book #1 in the Renegade Series and can be read standalone. The book comes to a natural ending with no cliffhangers even though the novel has been developed to create interest in future books in the series.

    No way did Derek Wolfe leave anything to his oldest son, but according to Rock's brother, his presence is required.Estate attorney Lacey Ward isn't looking forward to the reading. None of Derek Wolfe's children will be happy, least of all his oldest. When Rock enters the conference room, Lacey is stunned. He's a rebel--a biker all muscled and gorgeous in black leather. This won't be easy, especially since she can't stop staring at him.Rock pays no attention to the reading. He's lost in a fantasy of bending his father's hot attorney over a desk. He's not a commitment kind of guy, though, and she screams white picket fence. Sparks fly between them, but the murder lurks in the back of their minds.Rock knows all his family's secrets...or so he thinks. Mysteries seem to hide everywhere--mysteries that threaten not only his and Lacey's future but their lives as well.

    One of her debts is with the owner of a landscaping company. Could she pay him back in services? He seems nice enough...Excerpt:As soon as Jeff walked into his office, he knew something was amiss because it was Monday morning and Todd and Alan were all smiles. When he stepped in, Mitch seemed to come out of nowhere, slapping him on the back and telling him what a glorious Monday morning it was.In his seven years working with Todd and Alan, Jeff had never seen them smile; he didn’t even know they could smile. And as for Mitch ... he must have smelled too many of those weeds they were taking out of their clients’ yards.Completely dumbfounded, he turned the corner into his office and immediately realized it wasn't weeds or weed. The reason behind the smiles on and the cheery disposition of these clowns on this glorious Monday morning took another shape altogether.Stumbling into his office after being caught off guard and slapped on the back, he was immediately greeted by the most gorgeous, ass-thetically pleasing tush in tight jeans he had seen in a long, long time.He wondered what the face looked like and quickly decided it didn't really matter as he focused on her assets while she was bent down shuffling through some papers and totally unaware of the eight eyes boring through her. Four pair of eyes who should have been working on something, but couldn't disengage.The fact that she was rummaging through his papers didn’t immediately register.The woman turned around without looking up and carried a stack of papers to a file cabinet that had come with the building and had never been used. As far as he could recall, the cabinet had never been opened, and so far, had been used as a shelf for a silk plant his mother gave him as a gift when he started the business.To his dismay, the plant was now in the trash bin next to the file cabinet. That hurt.The woman was oblivious to the attention she was getting and after depositing the stack of papers in a neat pile in the top drawer of the file cabinet, she turned around to see a gaping Jeff standing before her.The first thing Jeff thought before hinging his jaw back into place was that the woman's front-side was just as pretty as her backside. She looked to be in her early thirties, and not only wore the jeans very well, but the white t-shirt she had on was filled out in all the right places and looked like an advertisement for trouble.She was petite, but disproportionately bigger where it really mattered. Her hair was tied with one of those elastic fabric bands his nieces always wore, and her eyes were as green as the silk plant had once been.Jeff gave himself a few seconds before giving in to reason. Regretfully, he decided it was time to put an end to his enjoyment - nice tush or not. After all, this was his office, he was the boss, and he had no idea what the hell was going on.“What did you do to my plant?!” was somehow the first thing that came out of his mouth. As if realizing how stupid his remark was, Jeff rather forcefully shoved his amused employees out of the way and out of his office.She looked down at the trash bin he was pointing to, and she suddenly seemed very confused when she looked up to see his expectant and slightly flushed face.“It’s dead. I don't think it can be saved, so I threw it out." Bending down to get it, she added, "I can put it back up he ..."Now that really hurt. Not to mention the fact that her bending down again completely disarmed him.“How can silk be dead?” he snapped.“That was silk?" she replied smiling. "Wow, I never met anyone who could kill silk before.”Jeff tried to ignore the chuckles coming from the room next door, but just as he was about to snap at them, the intruder...

    As the president of the Stone Sinners MC he has to be. Magic deals in guns, drugs and anything else that makes money. He's single and that's the way he likes it. Women just complicate an already fucked up situation. Then he meets Melanie and sparks fly. She's taken up residence where he stashed his merchandise and that isn't good. He wants her in a bad way but with his lifestyle it's not a good idea. But this is Magic so bad ideas just seem to be the norm.

    She needed a real man. Then they meet... Erik - Balancing a demanding job with college and taking care of a kid leaves Erik exhausted and stressed. So much, that even that hot coworker told him he needed to get laid. When Krista showed up at his door to babysit, he didn't realize yet just how much pressure she'll take off him... Krista - Single life in college is tough when no guy seems good enough. Until she meets Erik - the hot man in her building she used to watch from afar. She's only supposed to watch his kid, but when she sees him naked, she can't help but want more... Taking the Babysitter is a standalone short story featuring an older man (31) and a younger woman (19), fast-paced and full of suspense and action that you can't help but devour it in one sitting. No cheating and a happy end with satisfaction guarantee. Taking the Babysitter is part 1 in the Babysitter Romance series.

    so long as they stay on the phone.OPHELIA: My favorite client is the gruff, sexy carpenter I speak with on the phone every day. Talking to Logan is easy--we're basically best friends. But that's all we can ever be.LOGAN: I'm a man of simple pleasures. I love a mug of piping hot coffee on my porch. The curl of wood under my plane. A woman I've never actually met. And can never have.Note: this book was previously published under the same title, and has been updated and expanded for this new edition.Logan is a literal dream! Sweaty, wounded woodworker who makes dreamy bookshelves and is full of longing - Angela, GoodreadsLogan came across as a lovely guy - not to mention HOT - with a good heart and a real sense of what was right. Bella, GoodreadsA little bit of angst and a little bit of steam wrapped up in a short, sweet, swoony romance. Perfect for a pick-me-up or afternoon read. - Coffee and the BibliophileTouching Wood is a standalone steamy short prequel to the Jewel Lakes Series. One-click if you love slow burn friends to lovers romance stories with Pam & Jim (The Office) vibes, but hot.All books in the Jewel Lakes Series can be read as standalones.

    Nevada wilderness. Ignoring posted No Trespassing signs and the property's angry owner, she dismisses his threats and demands that he reveal her missing brother's location.Nicholas Benteen, ex-mercenary and former CIA covert operative, assumes she is yet another adversary intent on exacting lethal revenge for his past deeds. He will fight to the death to protect the sanctuary he has created for himself and those from his past he has vowed to safeguard. Even as Hannah penetrates Nicholas's isolation and melts the ice that encases his weary heart, she is seduced by the sensual, battle scarred veteran and the dark secrets of his past.