Recommended for ages 18 and up. I am finally free. This is my chance for a fresh start. My chance to live the way I want to. Boston is my destination. Just when I think things are going to get better from here, I meet him. Malcolm Davis. He is the image of masculinity, with rough edges I would love to soften. Although I wonder what it would be like to be with a man like him, I know it would never work. But, I do know two things, ever since I met him, I’m happy and he makes me feel safe. Both of those things lured me into taking a chance. I mean what’s life without taking any chances? It’s not much of a life without the risk of getting your heart broken. I imagine that for Malcolm Davis, falling in love with someone would be akin to a hurricane; anything that stands in the path of what he wants; gets demolished. Well, I guess my theory will be put to the test.

    Gorgeous girl next door. Homecoming queen. But to me, she'll always be so much more. The light in my dark, my best friend, my everything. But there's one thing she can't ever be. And that's mine. Because I'll make damn sure to keep my filthy hands off her. Even if it kills me.BellaHe's the boy of broken whispers. The one dripping ink. The one sowing fear. But to me, he'll always be so much more. The music in my soul, my best friend, my everything. And pretty soon, he'll be between my sheets, too. Because what baby girl wants, she gets. Just watch.

    And just like before, it only made me want him more.In one moment, our relationship changed forever. I found out firsthand what had made all those girls moan while we had shared a wall years ago.Now it’s time to collect on that jerk’s IOU. Even though he's a billionaire, the thing that I want from him isn't money. I want a gift that will last me a lifetime...A baby.

    While becoming housekeeper for the new owner of the ‘Big House’ in the Cheshire village where she lives, isn’t her dream job, it will do for now. However, there is one major problem with it. Her boss isn’t the woman who interviewed her, but Luke Mahoney, lead singer of the band Dirty Riches. The man who Martha lusted after years before, when they went to school together, and the man who is so hot that it petrifies her. Luke is arrogant and sexy and finds it highly amusing that his flirting embarrasses Martha, but at the same time he’s intrigued by her. She’s feisty, stubborn and gorgeous and Luke finds himself wanting to spend more and more time with her. So, despite a shaky start involving a naked Luke and a mortified Martha, they start to grow closer and their friendship starts to develop into something more. But then everything changes with the arrival of Luke’s gorgeous model girlfriend, Rachel. Luke’s sudden change in attitude towards Martha, hurts her and she realises that he’s just a typical egotistical, rock star and will never be anything more than her boss. Pretty soon though, with the help of his bandmates, Luke realises that Martha is the right woman for him and sets about repairing their relationship. But, with Luke keeping a huge secret and Rachel determined to hold onto him, will he ever manage to prove to Martha that he’s the right man for her. If he does, will he be able to keep the woman he actually loves or will Rachel get her way? Rock Stars Don’t Like Big Knickers, is full of humour, romance and secrets and will have you hooked with every turn of the page. Add in a strong, sexy woman, some hot band members and a Sex God of Rock and what more could you want to curl up on the sofa with – apart from your own Luke Mahoney. This book includes some mild sex scenes and moderately bad language.

    After weeks of toying with the idea, I finally worked up the nerve to drop out. Just in time to tell my mom for Christmas.But when I got home for winter break, my problems were temporarily forgotten when I realized there were two men living with my mom. Two men I knew far too well.My ex-best friend Jonathan and his father, who had apparently gotten engaged to my mom while I was away at school.Meaning the guy I swore I would never to speak to again was about to become my stepbrother.FML.JonathanI hadn't spoken to Fiona since I broke her heart, but not for lack of trying. She just refused to speak to me.So when her mom suggested that the two of us spend some time reconnecting at her cabin, I decided to take full advantage of the opportunity.Her mom convinced Fiona to come, but I wasn't stupid enough to think she was going to stay.Which is where the shackles come in handy.Because unless she can convince me to let her go, we're going to be bound together by twenty pounds of solid steel for the next three days.* Shackled is a standalone novel with a HEA.

    Every time the girl looked at me it was like she knew exactly what I was thinking. And why I was thinking it. It’s the why part that bothered me the most. I never wanted a girl like Sienna in my life. I never wanted a girl to embed herself into my soul so deep just trying to forget about her felt worse than slicing layers of skin off. I never wanted to feel like this. For anyone. But I had her and I fucking let her go. I let her go, and she filled the void. A void I’ve never been able to fill. Not in the ten years since I created it. I’ve tried my hardest, but nothing I do makes the hole feel any less painful. But now she’s here. In my city. In my shop. And I’ve been handed my second chance on a silver platter. I’ll show her what she’s missing. I’ll show her exactly why I’m the only guy for her. And then I’ll make her hurt. Just as bad as I have. **18+ FOR ADULT CONTENT**

    The opposite of mine.I’m the quiet twin he never knew existed, until he heard a lie—I hated him.Maybe that’s why he pursued me—why I became his obsession. It’s all about the chase, right?I can’t deny that I like the attention. That my body burns for him. I shouldn’t crave him. I hate that I do. We don’t belong together.That should have been enough to stop me from sneaking into his room, from teasing a thirst I just can’t quench…because once the hunt is over, it’s ALL over.Unless he never knew it was me…

    Hiding behind a false identity to distance herself from a troubled background, Lottie becomes embroiled in an affair with her brilliant and charismatic but famously attached CEO Marcus Armstrong. But, as their relationship intensifies, their colleagues become suspicious and before long, the secrets are out. All of them.With everything broken – her heart, her reputation, her spirit – will Lottie ever find the strength to start again?A Class Act is part of the Square Mile interlinked series of books, perfect for fans of Louise Bagshawe, Tasmina Perry, LJ Shen and Anna Todd.The Square Mile series follows some of the sexiest and most privileged alpha men in London's famous banking quarter in the City, along with the bright, beautiful and ambitious women who torture them. The books are filled to the brim with brains, money, desire, obsession and rivalry. Not forgetting the all-important happy ending.Square Mile book #2, He Turned, is due out 31 August 2020.

    Rowan Steel lied to save the love of her life, but that also meant destroying their relationship and ripping his heart out in the process. She didn’t want to hurt him, but in her mind she had no choice. Now that a year has passed Rowan decides to tell Tyler the truth – or at least part of it. But sometimes the truth is far more damning than lies. Tyler Nusom has moved on. He has a gorgeous new girlfriend, a killer new job, and a promising future ahead of him. But sometimes the past won’t stay where it belongs. When Rowan shows up claiming a new truth about their messy breakup, Tyler finds himself stuck somewhere between bitter hatred and nostalgia for the girl he thought he’d spend the rest of his life with. Suddenly back in a situation where the former lovers are around each other all the time, the pair has to fight their ever-burning attraction for one another while a swirl of lies and truths hang over them, waiting to be exposed.Will the truth save the day, or will it obliterate everything?**The Truth About Us is a standalone contemporary romance.

    Despite her parent’s disapproval, she’s giving herself one year to figure out what to do with the rest of her life. To celebrate her return her best friends bring her to a bar on the outside of town where she meets Cash, a tattooed, opinionated, completely beneath her standards member of the local MC. Cash Logan just wanted a beer, but when the prissy drunk bitch that was next to him gets herself into a situation he can’t help but to step in. If there’s one thing he can’t resist it’s a damsel in distress even if this damsel is anything but. When two people from opposite sides of the tracks collide, lives will be changed, places will be threatened, tempers will be tested and everything they thought they knew will be questioned.

    For the first time in a very long time, she feels free and after being burned so badly by love in the past, any thought of romance is the last thing on her mind. In walks a man from her past, Trevor Allen, a tall, dark, and handsome womanizer who is usually all about the bottom line. For Trevor that bottom line has always been made up of the countless notches on his bedpost. But when he sees Veronica after so many years, he can’t help but be drawn to her and know her again… even if that means being friend-zoned from the start. As this unlikely pair spends more and more time together, they quickly realize that there might be something between them that goes past "just friends." But there’s just one tiny detail that makes this situation slightly more complicated… Trevor was Veronica’s ex-husband’s best man at their wedding nine years ago. So when past mistakes and indiscretions come back to haunt them, will their happily ever after end before it even gets started?Or will the best man win this time.

    Before I was known as His Excellency, The Bishop... Before…I was a Master... I was simply Jordan... I was evil... I was… A MONSTER I prowled the streets of Hollywood, hidden by the shadows. Stalking the minds of women, I fed my insatiable hunger for tears, pain & total control This is my twisted story...in my words It’s not romantic I’m not a hero There is no happily ever after for me (This book can be read as a stand alone)

    Good thing she just ran into a killer. "They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but that's bullshit. What doesn't kill you leaves a scar. More than the eyesore down my torso, I was a scar, the jagged, fucked up remains of a tragedy." Scar's Nomad status gives him a chance to fulfill his one wish, but his lonely mission is interrupted when a possible one-night stand goes horribly wrong. "They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but what if I can't live with myself anymore?" Finding the blonde face down in a puddle of her own blood jeopardizes everything. Saving her and keeping her quiet could get Scar killed, but when Emery wakes up, her shocking proposal for him to kill her starts the ride of his life.* First published in the anthology, The Bad Boys of Romance.

    I repeat them endlessly in my head. But damn it, I can't stay away. Can't stop thinking about it. About her. She's perfect. Beautiful. Exceptional in every way. When in the world did she grow up? No! I refuse to touch her. I won't do it. But I did. Just once. And now. I want more. So much more. Once I've set my mind to something, nobody can stop me. Not even him. Screw him. He's just my best friend. She's just his little sister. Rules are meant to be bent. Broken. Hell, rewritten. How bad can it be?

    I hated him at first sight, in my teens, when my mother met his worthless father. I hated when Bill moved in with us, dragging Hunter like bad baggage. I hated when Mom and Bill made it official, turning the delinquent a-hole in the next room into my brand-new stepbrother. I hated when I fell for Hunter, and Hunter fell for me. It killed me when he left us behind, shed like dead skin on his way to the top. And now that Hunter is a hotshot music producer on every magazine cover, I hate him even more. I hate his money. I hate his fancy toys. I hate that he thinks he owns me … or worse, that he OWES me. I hate that he’s back. That he’s soiled our ghetto with his pristine suit, his fancy black limousine. My heart hurts, I hate him so much. And it scares me that my heart might keep loving him in the end, beneath it all.