The older man who comes stumbling into the hospital bleeding and in need of help. His accent sounds Russian. He reminds me of someone. My dad had a friend, Alexander, and I had a major crush on him. In fact, he is the only person I’ve ever really crushed on. I haven’t seen him in two years, but I can clearly picture my father’s tall, handsome buddy with those dark green eyes…Oh. My. God.AlexanderI can barely feel the tugging of the bullet wound. It’s a small thing. Compared to her. Samantha. She was always a quiet little thing, I always just considered her my friend’s daughter. Nothing else. But now. I’ve finally met the woman who can turn me feral. She’s a full-figured goddess, and I need to claim her. She’s one of a kind. And she will be mine. Forever.*Nurse For The Russian Mafia is a SHORT insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

    The crowned prince of the Mafia’s New Orleans empire. He stalks through the streets like a shadow in the night and his path is one I never meant to cross. He’s cold, conniving… and my new captor after raining hellfire down on the jazz club I called home. A ruthless playboy, the only thing bigger than the collection of notches on his bedpost is the list of men he’s murdered in cold blood. And when I find the barrel of his gun pointed at me, I’m left with an impossible choice. I know that in the end, I’ll be a casualty of his wicked games either way, but which list I find myself on is a decision he leaves in my hands. Die on the floor of this seedy club or agree to masquerade as the woman who has tamed him. Death would have been the easy choice. Luca Barresi is rumored to be untameable, but I’ve never been one to choose the easy way out. And with the fire that burns between us with every act of our little game, I’m about to find out just how dangerous trying will be. This book is the first in a trilogy. It can be read as a stand-alone and has its own HEA, but the story continues. It is highly recommended to read the books in order. This book has mature content that is intended for audiences 18+ including situations which may be triggering for some.

    But no matter how perfectly safe my life may seem…It still couldn’t save me.Drugged, abducted, and about to be auctioned by human trafficker’s, there is no happy ending for me; and all I can do, is pray for a quick death before I’m handed off to one of these monsters.Except my new captor isn’t like the others.He says darkness is where he feels most confident. Bloodshed is what fuels his ego.And now, he owns me.There is only one escape from my Monster, and that’s to make him fall in love with me.If I can do that, I can break free.But what I think is the key to my freedom, only leads me further down this dark labyrinth of lies, desire, and seduction.And just when I think I’m free—I realize the cage around me is so much bigger than I could’ve ever imagined.Monster is the first book in the dark mafia romance trilogy, Sold To The Don, from author Callie Vincent. This book contains dark themes and is intended for readers 18+

    He gave me his stone-cold heart.Life plan:Move to Vegas. Start my own bar. Kick ass and take names.Reality:Struggle to pay rent. Wear mini-skirts and hand out drinks to dirty old men at the Lux Casino.Yeah, I really made it...One night, while handing out drinks, I had the misfortune of turning down the wrong sleazy man.Mr. Glass.Big mistake.I didn't realize my knight in shining armor would be even more powerful than Mr. Glass.Utterly gorgeous. Dangerous. And he's my boss.You know the type.The one your church group said to avoid or you'll go straight to hell.Well slap some devil horns on me, because honey, I ain't telling this bad boy no.This is a full-length romantic suspense with an over-the-top alpha and an insta-love relationship. You'll get your happily ever after and a surprise ending that will leave you breathless.

    But that’s only part of who he is.Interior designer, Noel Livingston, continues her quest to expand her business relationship with business mogul, Nicholas St. Clair, a relationship that began in Denver, Colorado. When she travels to Las Vegas, Noel learns there is much more to Nicholas than meets the eye. His lifestyle is dangerous and risky and intriguing. He is a mafioso.Accepting new things is hard for Noel. Accepting this part of who Nick is, is even harder. Yet, there’s a fiery spark between them, a passionate, sexual tension that neither can deny. His presence is compelling and unrelenting, and Noel finds it hard to resist the pull on her heart. Nicholas fights for what he believes in and fiercely protects the ones he loves. He has staked his claim on Noel and marked her as his own. Nicholas will not be denied.This is a standalone that ends with a HEA. This is the continuation of Noel and Nicholas' story from St. Clair’s Silent Night.

    I hate her for it.My veins pump as my fist clench.Still, even her sweetness can't reach me.A cold steel ice vault.My secrets are mine to keep.And when she tells her brother about us?I know I can't trust her.Not with my business, not with my life.My heart?Not on the table. Ever.I'll put her in her place.Except she fiercely refuses to stay there.She is fights harder than anyone I've ever seen.As much as it pisses me off to admit it…More than ever… I want what I can’t have.Off Limit Secrets is part of the Billionaire Lust Collection and is a steamy Enemies-to-Lover story that will get you hot and keep you on your toes. No Cliff-hangers, No Cheating and a Guaranteed Happily Ever After!Each book can be read as a standalone. Transport yourself into vibrant and magical town where the hottest spot is: Club LUST, as we follow six bad boy, possessive and alphalicious Billionaire's in their quests to navigate round unchartered territory, love.

    Everything Alexandra doesn't want in her perfect little world this Christmas. Alexandra Winthrop is the perfect girl next door. She's sweet and innocent. Works at a pet shelter for Christ's sake. But I want to be the mutt on the end of her chain. I'll follow Alex anywhere, especially when she tells me she's in danger. Someone's been following her. So when she shows up to the gym for a self-defense class, I show her all my moves. But that's not enough. I can't let her out of my sight until I know she's safe. This Christmas, she's getting a personal bodyguard. Me. And maybe I'll get a little somethin' from Alix too. Ringer is a fast-paced, second chance single dad romance that will have you humming Christmas carols while things heat up between the pages. This New Year's romance will have you dreaming of fresh starts, second chances, and new beginnings just in time for a new decade to start. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and a heartwarming, sizzling hot HEA.

    She needed a Daddy’s affection. I needed to discipline a Little.Maisy waltzed into my private members club without permission.She thought she could sneak into a place like this without me finding out?She thought her innocence would distract this cold-hearted mob boss from disciplining her curvy behind?She’s no idea what's about to happen to her.I disciplined her body. I claimed her heart. I became her Daddy.Then I sent her away.It’s better like this. No one has ever been able to handle more than one night with me.But she just came back to my club.Dressed like a true Little.Demanding her Daddy’s attention once again.Only this time I know she’s hiding something from me.And she’s not leaving until she tells the truth about who she really is.Because there’s only one unbreakable rule in this world of mine.No one ever keeps secrets from me.Mafia Daddy’s Little Captive is a DDLG mob boss romance starring a stern alpha Daddy only too happy to discipline his curvy bratty Little. You’ll find some power exchange, some humiliating punishment, and a little age play. As with all Daisy March books, the Happily-Ever-After is guaranteed.

    Keeping my hands off her is hard. Cass is a good girl and I'm a bad guy. If she gets involved with me, she'll get hurt. Again.I should leave her alone and continue on my quest for revenge against the people who wronged me.But Cass has a habit of running head-first into danger, and she needs my protection. Not that I mind spending time with the scorching-hot vixen who constantly challenges my self-control.She may be exactly what I need to heal my scarred heart.—I swore off dangerous men like Cutter Twist for a reason.I'm focusing on my career, and I can't afford to get distracted by another broken heart.But the more I push him away, the hotter the flames between us burn.When I find out who caused the horrendous scars on his body, everything changes.Cutter needs someone to help him fight his greatest enemy.And I'm just the girl to do it.If you like steamy romantic suspense with a wounded alpha-male hero and a strong quirky heroine, you'll love Captivated by Cutter.

    He was my definition of sexy with his wide shoulders and built body that wasn't hidden even underneath the dark, tailored suit that he wore.NicoAnother knock drew my attention to the door and I froze. In the doorway stood a curvy blonde with bright blue eyes. She smiled with soft lips and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The top she wore strained over a pair of luscious breasts that peeked out of the top. Everything about her was perfect.I didn't have a lot of rules in my life. Growing up, I'd never been given a ton except be loyal to the family and keep the business going. There was one rule I had developed for myself though. Never sleep with an employee and definitely don't date them.I guess that’s about to change.This is steamy, insta love, alpha male, HEA short story intended for audiences over 18.

    I’m a heartless savage hunting down the thug who murdered my mother. Watching her die in my arms has turned me into a killing machine. Revenge runs bone-deep for me. It’s burned into my soul, baby.​When I become the one with a damn target on my back, my life turns into a raging dumpster fire. But not because my company gets breached or because some SOBs are trying to off me.​There’s this woman…the one woman I can’t freakin’ stand. An impulsive cop who arrested me for a crime I didn’t commit. She gets too close to me, she’s gonna learn about all the ones I did pull off.​The problem is, I’m crazy attracted to her. Insane, over the top, can’t-get-her-outta-my-head kind of attraction. She pushes all my buttons and makes me madder than hell. If anyone can bring me to my knees, it’s her.​Turns out, I took a vow of celibacy. And I don’t break so easily.Except the hot cop is now a detective…and I gotta help her with a serial-killer case ‘cause I got wicked-good hacking skills. But that’s all I’m gonna help her with…__________DAMAGED is a steamy, enemies-to-lovers, romantic suspense with a vigilante anti-hero and a by-the-book detective heroine. Fans of The Touch Series will love seeing Sin & Dakota in this full-length novel. Stoni hates cheating, and she loves her HEAs!

    My heart now belongs to him- Antonio Robert Heart, the underboss of the Heart Syndicate that governs over New York and its five boroughs. He rules with an unwavering hand yielding the blade of his knife, but when his strong hands touch me, I become liquid. I melt into his all-consuming prowess.The thing is, he doesn't want me... even though he craves me. AntonioI don’t date. I don’t love. I don’t want marriage and I do not want children. I only allow myself companionship when the desire is there.Lilah Tomlinson was supposed to be one night-one hour at the most. I was a fool.My desire for her prevailed and I let her in... only to find out she has betrayed me. That muscle in my chest, the one she has penetrated and brought to life, it shrivels with the worst kind of anger: WRATH.***This book is a dark romance with strong sexual content and violent scenes. If you are uncomfortable with either of these situations please do not read! 18+Chapter OneANTONIOHer lips feel incredible. Her smile is one of many I have seen gazing up at me from the spare room floor of my penthouse. She licks the corner of her lip. Her smile turns mischievous. I see a glint of craziness flicker in her pupils. Oh, yeah, the next hour or two will be fun. What she doesn't know is that her time is limited. I'll use her just like she is using me. She uses me for who I am-for the stature and clout I hold predominantly in the state of New York, but across the country as well. The society girl just moved up the ladder a couple of notches by getting to spend the night with the infamous Antonio Heart, the bad boy of New York City. Though, she is only getting a couple hours out of me. I sound arrogant as fuck, I know, but it is what it is and will always be that way. I use her only for what she was genetically born with. There will be no insta-love at the end of this transaction. She is disposable. I'll throw her out before she can take that post orgasmic breath. My fingers grip the brown hair at the back of her head. I let my knees relax and sink into the rhythm of her ministrations, allowing her to freely perform for me. Because that’s what this is. A performance, an act… it’s all fake. I need what she has, and she wants what I can give her. I'll give her that minute she needs to make herself feel good. Then I'll take over. No one but one man governs me. Whether she thinks it or not right now, I am in control. I am always in control. I let my eyes close, letting myself feel what's happening to my body. Damn. It's been a minute. I release a breath, relaxing further. Between being exhausted of spending time with self-boasting, fake women that fall into the starfish position and wait for the magic to happen when they get here, and redoing my newly acquired club, Temptations, I can't remember the last time I actually enjoyed a blowjob. Another minute passes before I’ve had enough. She is lucky I have let her have this long. I hear the familiar chirp from my phone sitting on the edge of the mattress, alerting me of an incoming message. I ignore the first chirp but then three more consecutive alerts sound. My blood starts flowing, becoming a virulent serpentine gliding through my veins. Not from the woman on her knees in front of me, although she is pretty talented with her tongue, but because I know that those consecutive messages are ones I have been waiting for. I need to move this along. She’s playing with me, which was fine for the moment, but now it’s not. I’m halfway there. My fingers twist in her overly stiff hair she primped to what she thought was perfection for a night out club hopping. I knock her hands away from my swelled length and let my hips take over. The repetitive flexing of my hips progress to a faster speed as the seconds tick. She lets out a long moan. My phone chirps again and again. My shoulders tense because of the alerts and my thighs mirror my shoulders. I am close. I can feel it in my bones, they got him. I need to hurry this along. With three more thrusts, I plunge as deep as I can with a release so strong my knees almost buckle. She gasps at the sudden unexpected surge of salty heat. No warning was needed. She knew what she was down there for. My energy is momentarily zapped. My breathing is still heavy when in one swift moment, I pull from the warmth of her mouth, tuck myself away, refasten the zipper to my slacks, and lunge for my phone. I hear her whine from behind me. I take the steps away, creating more distance. Always alert, I hear her fumble. I turn back and glance at her. I shouldn’t have turned my back on her to begin with. My screen comes to life with the print of my finger and so does my lineage. A lifelong blood oath is now rapidly flowing through my veins with the speed of revenge as its leader. I’m re-energized from the thrill of the business that awaits. I survey the woman that holds my semen in the hollow of her insides. “Time to go.” I reach down and grab her purse off the bed and toss it to her. Her mouth flaps open, becoming unhinged. Quickly, she snaps it shut. Her eyes become slits and her jaw tenses, clenching with each fuck you sentence forming in her head. Before she can formulate those words, I advance in her direction. “I said it’s time to go. I won’t tell you again…” I add insult to injury when I can’t remember her name. Honestly, I don’t think I even asked her what her name was. It didn’t matter, she won’t get a second go with me. I have my regulars. They know the deal.I’m in. I’m out.“You don’t even know my name!” She slaps her purse against her thigh.“No. Now get out!” ********I slammed the gearshift into first gear. My black Testoni-covered foot hits the accelerator with force. With a jerk of the wheel, I peel out into the back alley, black tread left behind to melt into the asphalt. I speed through the city streets, heading towards the warehouse that holds my men and the man they captured–the rat that betrayed the family. The closer I get to my second home the more the usual smell of iron and sea air fills my senses. The metallic sting is an igniter to every fiber of my being and a catalyst for an explosion of electrifying currents that snap every nerve ending. Every single time that distinct smell fills the air, it punches me in the gut and brings me right back to my first kill–the day I became a Made Man. It was the same day I made my boss proud and my father mournful. My cherry was popped with a man who betrayed the family. A man who pledged his allegiance to protect and serve. The price for his disloyalty was his life. My father gave me the honor and without a second glance, at the age of fifteen, I took the offered gun from my predecessor, the one he had engraved with my name, the one I still have today sitting in my safe at home, and I put a bullet right between the rat’s eyes as I recited our family motto. Family is everything.Family protects you.Without family, you have nothing.If you betray one of us, you betrayed all of us.

    I became the hunter. I lived a long time that way.Predatory, solitary, wielding my absolute power to keep people away.She was the first to break through that icy isolation. The only.And like the hunter I had become to survive, I knew I would find a way to make her mine.PruI don’t think I’m a terrible person. I’ve always been the good girl, the polite, quiet one.Yet, when I made a deal with a brutal kingpin to protect myself and my sister, I never felt a moment’s regret.Maybe I’m not as good as I thought I was. Maybe I never was.WarningWhen this OTT mob boss meets his forever girl, he’ll let nothing and no one stand in his way. If you like sassy independent women and wickedly obsessed older men, then this standalone book in the Bad Boy Bratva series is for you.This sweet and steamy romance comes with a HEA guarantee.His Dark Desire was previously published as His Price, and has been significantly revised, added to, modified and turned into a series.

    Story can be read on it's own and ends in a HEA.***

    Perks such as: the best food, the best deals, the best horses.And the best accountant. For that, I want Kenny. Especially when I find out that Kenny is a beautiful brown-haired, blue-eyed woman named Kendall. My brothers aren’t too happy about it. Say she can’t be trusted.That she will be my downfall. That she’s lurking around making plans with my biggest enemy. But I’m not some love struck little boy. I control this city. You can’t deceive me.Besides, no one dares to mess with a Wolfe, anyway.** Franklin is book #1 in the Boston Wolfes series, containing four interconnected standalones about the Wolfe Brothers **