Once, his raw sex appeal and sultry Irish accent made women across the globe swoon. Now, he’s barely recognizable…But Katie Hughes, his best friend’s sister, is not the type of woman to give up on a man like Rill. She blazes into Vulture’s Canyon determined to save him from himself. Instead, she finds herself unleashing years of pent-up passion. In a storm of hunger and need, Katie and Rill forget themselves and the world. But will Rill’s insatiable attraction to Katie heal his pain—or will it just feed the darkness within him?

    "Maybe when I can think clearly I'll be able to offer an apology. Right now all I want to do is wring your neck!"Sabrina would not consider the possibility that Bay had been prompted by desire for her. Her blindness had touched him - his emotion was based on pity.All at once she could no longer regard Bay as a friend. She had started thinking of him as a man...and for her that was dangerously foolish!

    I was the girl you talked about in your sad inner circle. The girl you shielded your boyfriend from as you cleverly covered him with your body when I came near. I was a threat to you. Keeping him safe in your grasp was smart.One week...one incredible week was all it took to forever change me.I was NEVER going to be you … until I met HIM.*****This is a coming of age ROMANCE with explicit sex and strong language. Mature audiences only.

    Her tormented amber eyes beg me for something I don’t understand, and her agonizing pain becomes my own.For years, she’s come to me, calling my name.For years, I’ve never known who she was.Until now…

    He's a widower and a loner - and the loving father of a five-year-old girl. Maggie Deaton - She's a rancher born and bred - but a rancher without a ranch. Framed by her stepbrother and convicted of livestock theft, she's spent the past two years in jail.Maggie arrives on the Kincaid Ranch because she's been promised a job - a job that may not materialize. Not surprisingly, Ethan doesn't want a convicted cattle rustler working there. He also makes it clear that he doesn't want a woman as attractive and appealing as Maggie anywhere near him!

    Daniel Tanner's through with being loved like the proverbial brother. He intends to make his best friend, Amy Morgan, blaze with the same desire he feels for her. The plan? Initiate a series of escapades that will have Amy falling into his arms - and into his bed. When her trusted buddy suddenly turns up the heat, Amy finds it impossible to resist his sexy advances. But as his best friend, she knows a thing or two about Daniel. While he may be charming and gorgeous, he's also commitment phobic. If she trusts her heart to him, she's sure he'll leave it - and their friendship-shattered in a million pieces.This book has been previously published and has been revised from its original release.Warning: Contains smoking hot love scenes between two best friends who can't seem to keep their hands off each other.

    Hot blue eyes, a dimple in his chin, lean muscles, and big, thick, manly hands. With the power of a tornado he swept me off my feet and rose me up to unimaginable heights. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.But I wasn't special, just a one-night stand for him. He disappeared from my life before I had time even to catch my breath.I picked up the pieces of my broken heart and moved on. Now, when I least expect it, his ocean blue eyes are burning right through me again, and all those crazy-intense feelings...they've come back as if I didn't spend years burying them.I still crave him like a drug, but I'm not available anymore. I'm trapped in a loveless relationship with a very dangerous man. Saving me from my nightmare is not an option.But can my heart really survive his loss again? Or do I risk it all and give him complete possession of me?TysonThe moment I saw Izzy I knew she was special. We just clicked. I took her back to my hotel room, and I was right. She was fuckin' perfection. I took her sweet Innocence. She had to be somewhere else in the morning so we agreed to meet that night.Fate had other plans though. I got a call from my dying friend's girlfriend. He needed me. I had no way to contact Izzy so I left a message for her at the restaurant with my number and flew out of the country. Long story short: she didn't get my message.But I never forgot her. I can close my eyes now and see her straddled over my hips, her skin glistening with sweat, her long blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders, and her eyes half-closed with pleasure.Then, out of the blue, I run into her. She's still so fuckin' beautiful.All I want to do is just get between those creamy thighs and pick up where we left off. My need is raw and visceral and real, but she says there's someone else now. She's hooked up with some brute. A low life with a powerful father who won't let her go.I see fear in her eyes, and it fills me with a raging fury.She's mine and we both know it. I claimed her that night in the hotel room in Paris.Now fate has put her back in my path...and nothing and no one is going to stop me taking back what's mine.-This book is a hot, steamy, standalone romance with a guaranteed happily ever after. It also features some characters from my bestselling Crystal Jake series, therefore your reading pleasure may be enhanced by reading this series. Readers have called it one of the most addictive series ever! It can be found here; US store- amazon.com/dp/B00X2JUCRC- UK store-amazon.co.uk/dp/B00X2JUCRC.

    Not that I keep track of Prince Liam. Definitely don't stalk him online like my friends do.I'm out of that scene now. My family's reality show might still be running, but I've been off-screen for a while. When people pass me on the sidewalk, they might squint, but most of them don't scream "Lucy Rhodes" and ask about my love of Lucky Charms or how my broken toe healed.Prince Liam--my stalking his Instagram--it's my dirty little secret. Trust me, I'm the only woman in the world who doesn't actually want him. Except I'm back in the Hamptons for the first time in two years. I'm at a party, and Prince Manwhore is here as well. I tell myself that smile has no effect on me. That his ridiculous charisma is a parlor trick I see right through.After our one night together, no one knows that I succumbed.It doesn't matter. It meant nothing.Not until I see those two pink lines.