Developed a strategic marketing plan 2. Pined for him. 3. Denied my feelings for him. 4. Dragged him into an alley and had my way with him. Roxy Quinn thought she’d never see Edward Cavendish III again. The wealthy, English hotelier had wandered into her tattoo parlor, slightly drunk and broken-hearted. Roxy judged him on the spot: too polite and reserved for her punk-rock tastes. But Edward was more than just a handsome stranger with a sexy accent. He was a man desperate to unleash his secret desires. After a night of exquisite passion, Roxy sends Edward back into the night. She has no time to be tempted by his charming wit when her business is failing and she’s struggling with her MBA classes. Besides, they couldn’t be more wrong for each other. After a lifetime trapped in his parents’ legacy, Edward remembers his night with the tattooed, scowling vixen as glorious freedom. But it’s not freedom he needs now. It’s to find the right wife so he can finally take charge of the hotel he loves. Roxy, with her ripped stockings and secret piercings, is not the kind of wife that would fulfill the terms of his trust fund. Months after their memorable one-night stand, Edward and Roxy are paired up in a business school mentoring program where they must maintain a strictly professional relationship for the semester. With the future of Roxy’s business and Edward’s inheritance at stake, can they do it? Or will they surrender to their desires, risking everything?

    You find you a man to make you come so hard you forget he ever existed. Grant Anderson was just that man for Sasha James. But she got more than she bargained for in Sin City and in him. Staying was risk she couldn't take, so she hedged her bet and split, but things don't go as planned when you gamble in Vegas, baby.

    Shamed and divorced, Billie retreated to her family home in Port Townsend, far from her old life in New York. After a near-death encounter, Billie decides to return to the city that took everything from her. But sometimes in the midst of heartache, hope suffocates the pain. Satcher Gable has carried a torch for Billie for ten years. When she suddenly returns to New York a single woman, he can't believe his good fortune. But convincing her to walk away from her heartache is proving more difficult than Satcher anticipated. A changed woman, Billie's only goal is revenge.

    Next. Door.I see him all the time. At the mailboxes. In the elevator.Every single morning.It’s exhausting because he’s exhausting.Now, after setting his apartment on fire, he’s my roommate…and he’s the worst at that too.I don’t know what possessed me to let him stay with me. Pity, perhaps?I do know that I won’t be falling for his charm.Or that panty-dropping smirk.His quick wit.That body he works so hard for.Nope. Not falling for any of it…least of all him.There might be a fine line between love and hate, but I know exactly where I stand.

    The bully you can't run away from. I'm the tormentor who makes your life a living hell. The villain you love to hate.I'm the vicious stepbrother sleeping in the next room.The one who knows all your secrets. And I'll stop at nothing to make you pay.WARNING: This book is recommended for mature readers due to graphic language, sexual content, and dark elements.

    She’s drop-dead gorgeous, a smart (albeit rookie) patent attorney, and has the best friend-slash-roommate that a girl could ever ask for. But what most strangers couldn’t know about Ivy is that she loves Italian wine, high heels, and works as a high-end escort three nights a week. Read escort, not prostitute. There’s a literal legal difference- at least in Ivy’s mind. When Ivy is roped into a job on her only night off in months, she is not impressed. She’s pissed. Worse, her new client’s only stipulation is that his date is ‘educated’. Yeah, with three advanced degrees and a mountain of debt to prove each one of them, she definitely fits the bill. Given his request for a smart, mute blonde, Ivy is not surprised to find that her new client is an investment banker with eyes that could freeze hell over, a body shaped by the devil himself, and an attitude to match. David Van den Berg is cold, rude, and clearly doesn’t give a damn if she has a brain as long as she acts the part. But when Ivy hits it off with David’s boss at the party that she is paid to attend, she begrudgingly agrees to play the role of fake date for a while longer. After all, the last thing that she is expecting is for David to actually have a soul, let alone a soft side. A soft side that leaves her completely out of her depth and itching to tease more of it out of him. As broody dislike rapidly transforms into resigned attraction, Ivy and David are both thrown off-kilter by the undeniable fact that they’re impossibly compatible. Ivy is kind, fun, and nonjudgmental. David is cold, brash, maybe even a little emotionally stunted. They’re perfect for each other. But with Ivy’s background as an escort looming over their relationship, will their blossoming love even stand a chance? Of those who know about Ivy’s past, who of them will accept it as a 21st-century woman’s right to do as she pleases with her body? And who will use it to plot against her? Or worse, to plot against David?