With Cane, I’d been through hell and back, and now, I was going to be walking up the alter, promising my life to a man that I’d gambled everything for. Some would call me dumb. Some would deem me insane. Others would say I was a fool in love.But I knew what we were, and I knew what we had was real. With every marriage, there is always something that can hold you back or make you think twice, and this something was going to be one of our biggest wars yet, or our greatest victory ever.

    Long haired, tattooed and tall as an Irish giant. He was more than just handsome, he was drop dead gorgeous. And the only one who ever truly cared. It didn’t matter to him that my father was a criminal and my mother a whore. He saw me, understood me. I could be anything I wanted, he said. Except his. Because I was too young and he was my Juvenile Liaison Officer. Diarmuid It’s been years since I last saw her. No longer a girl, she has a body of a woman. When our eyes met again, I saw the only one who ever broke through my asshole mask. She never judged me. She saw me, accepted me. She could be anything she wanted. Except mine. Cause she’s only seventeen and I’m trying my hardest not to fall for her. If I give in, she will ruin me. This is a slow-burn, angsty love story spanning across a seven-year time period with sexual situations and drug-use involving characters under the age of eighteen. Irish Kiss is a complete standalone novel with a Happily Ever After, but damn, it is going to hurt along the way.

    Dalton, my sister’s cutthroat entertainment lawyer.And he has a proposition for me.He wants to make me famous.Of course, that means sharing a screen with my wildly jealous sister.It means giving up my career.It means the whole world will suddenly know everything about me.Which presents one catastrophic problem—Dominick doesn’t date famous people. So, do I take a chance at becoming a Hollywood star, or do I pass up the opportunity to be with the man who gave me a taste of forever?

    

     But I wasn’t alone. Everyone crushed on our high-school coach back in the day. Strong. Dominant. Hot as sin. And completely off limits. Or he was back then. Now I’m finally grown up, and I’ve come back home. Life feels directionless, but one thing is dead center. My old crush. Now I’m finally old enough to do something about it, and I plan to. But I need to figure out how to tell my best friend that I’m in love. With her father.

    Rumored criminal.And the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.Once I leave this courtroom, I hope to never see him again.But then he hires me to be his lawyer. And I’m forced deeper into his world.He’s enigmatic.Dangerous.Ignites a passion I can’t ignore.The closer I get to him, the more secrets unravel.Is he my past?My future?Or my downfall?

    He’s also the most conceited, insufferable, arrogant man I’ve ever met.Did I mention he’s a freaking prince? An actual, real life Prince Not-So-Charming.He’s tattooed and pierced, too. Prince Albert has a Prince Albert piercing. That's right – he's pierced you-know-where. Allegedly. I’ve never seen it.My mother is marrying a king. Being a princess is every girl’s fantasy, right?Except that means Albie is my new stepbrother.Oh, and one more thing -- I accidentally married him.We’re keeping the biggest secret on the planet.Ever heard the fairy tale about the Princess and her stepbrother?Yeah, I didn’t think so.I’m royally screwed.

    Tick, tick, tock.Time.That’s all I have now.A small room, a photograph, and time.They want me to trust them and confess my sins.They told me they wouldn't judge me—they lied.I thought we could convince the world that this wasn't a crime.We were wrong.Time doesn't stand still.The clock keeps ticking, the world is unconvinced, and now…Now he is gone.

    Money can buy everything, including the rundown inn I need to complete my luxury hotel deal. Some old lady is refusing to sell the damn inn to me - I can't have that. I won't let her stop my plans even if it means pretending to be a guest at her inn. I drive to the middle of nowhere, ready to make a deal of a lifetime with her, but instead of an old frail lady, I meet a fiery, sexy, stubborn woman, unwilling to let go of her past. Until I show her just how much she needs to move on...with me.She tries to resist, of course, but she needs me more than she realized.And chasing her is quite a thrill.Owning her will be the ultimate prize. I won't let go - until the inn and its sexy owner belong to me.She, and the inn, will be sold to me!I am Daniel Stone, and no one says no to me. SOLD TO ME is a standalone, happily ever after romance novel with loads of steam and no fluff! This edition contains one extra full-length romance novel with even more steam!

     Maybe if I were older. Maybe if he wasn’t my brother’s best friend. Maybe if he wasn’t my teacher. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Having my dirty little secret living down the hall had me obsessing over alternate endings and happily ever afters. I’d never wanted someone so badly, but his hot and cold behavior was giving me emotional whiplash. In the classroom, he practically ignored me. But here? In my brother’s loft? It felt like we were a thick rubber band, pulled so tight we’d snap. Falling for Decker Harris made me realize that life wasn’t as serendipitous as everyone liked to think. We weren’t just a collection of maybes thrust into the world with hope and good intentions. Everything started with a choice, and somewhere between grief and redemption, I chose to make him mine.

    It’s the one thing I despised more than him. I’m just here to sell, sign on the dotted line, and get out.Until I’m hit with Dad’s final parting gift—a buyer’s clause.Enter Satan—otherwise known as my ex.I should swallow my pride and just accept his offer. Instead, I tell him where to shove it. It can’t be that hard to turn the major league’s biggest joke into a winning team. Right? With only four weeks to do the impossible, I’ll need more than a miracle. I’ll need a secret weapon. Someone ruthless enough to marry me for my money.Like a playboy pitcher with a wicked curveball.Two quickie vows and one hostile truce later, and it’s game on.Ben and I can do this.I just have to keep my eye on his balls.I mean the ball. The prize.Oh hell. We’re in trouble.

    Imagine my surprise when a drenched, flustered brunette slipped into the booth across from me, acting like she was supposed to be there.When she slipped back out with a snappy goodbye, I never thought I’d see her again.Until I walked into my Friday morning meeting.At first, I didn’t recognize her—she was dry this time. But from the look on her face, she recognized me.When she gave the worst pitch I’ve ever sat through, I thought my boss, and mentor, was going to show her the door—except he accepts the proposal and tells me we have to work together.I didn’t anticipate I would like her, let alone be interested in her. Sure, she was hot and sassy.But something about her rubbed me the wrong way.And yet I couldn’t stop thinking about her.So, when she leaves the room and her phone chimes with a new text, I knew I wasn’t supposed to look.I also knew I wasn’t supposed to cancel her date for later that evening.And I definitely knew I wasn’t supposed to delete the entire exchange, so she had no idea what I’d done.But I did. And then I showed up at the restaurant, pretending like this was all a big coincidence.When the date is over, I want more. I need more.We start pretend-dating because she needs practice, and I tell myself, New York’s most eligible billionaire bachelor, that this is just a bit of fun.What could possibly go wrong?

    But this is no ordinary castle. It’s called Heartstone Psychiatric hospital and it houses forty other patients. It has nurses with mean faces and techs with permanent frowns.It has a man, as well. A man who is cold and distant. Whose voice drips with authority. And whose piercing gray eyes hide secrets, and maybe linger on her face a second too long. Willow isn’t supposed to look deep into those eyes. She isn’t supposed to try to read his tightly leashed emotions. And neither is she supposed to touch herself at night, imagining his powerful voice and that cold but beautiful face.No, Willow Taylor shouldn’t be attracted to Simon Blackwood, at all. Because she’s a patient and he’s her doctor. Her psychiatrist. The medicine man. WARNING: This book discusses sensitive issues including but not limited to, depression and suicide.

     But he’s dad’s best friend and I can’t avoid him. And do I really want to? He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. I can see that he wants me. That he wants to show me how it’s done. And I’ve grown up. I want to kiss him under the Mistletoe. I want to be his date to the Navy Ball. I want to… Stop! What am I thinking? He’s way too hot. And waaay too close to daddy. There’s no way I’m ending up in his bed. Except I already have… And I want more… This is a 110-page older man younger woman romance with a bad boy and a good girl. It is a stand-alone story with an HEA, so no cliff-hangers! Lots of steam and mature language guaranteed. Most definitely for 18+ readers.

    I didn’t count on her showing up and turning my world upside down. She’s mine. She just doesn’t know it yet. I’ve watched her from the shadows, protected her from other men, and soon, I’ll be the man she needs me to be. I’ll make her my wife, but she can never find out the truth about the man I am, the things I’ve done, or I’ll lose her forever…