Booze. Shaking his c*ck for screaming women…. It’s his job. His vice. His punishment for being alive. He wallows in it, doing whatever he can to fill the hollow spaces left by his grief. His rage.Life is a numb cycle of faceless women, wicked nights, and trying to forget. He is just a body women crave, nothing more. A shell that was once a US Marine…looking for something to fill the void where his heart used to be, but nothing fits.Until he meets her.Until he meets the one woman who doesn’t fall for his shit, his smirk, his golden tongue. The one woman who brings light into his darkness. She is nothing like the women he's met before, and he finds himself intrigued by her. Fighting every instinct to stay away, to leave her alone. But he can’t. She is beautiful without knowing it, sexy as hell, smart, sweet, and just too good for him. He knows, deep in his bones, she is the one woman who can truly break him…but you can’t break what’s already broken, right?And what if she heals him instead? What happens when opposites attract and a down 'n' dirty stripper falls for a quiet 'n' curvy librarian? Down ‘n’ Dirty Dog is a 3rd person POV standalone, sexy, BBW, opposites attract romance featuring a hot as f**k male stripper, a curvy, shy librarian, slow burn sexiness, high emotion, and your favorite characters from Stuck-Up Suit by Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward. No cheating. No cliffhangers. A satisfying HEA.

    But when she flashed those deep brown eyes, she could get any man to do her bidding.The streets of New York were not an easy road—one must earn their way. But this beauty was different. She needed to be on a stage, not singing on a street corner.I had the power to help her make beautiful music.Question was . . . what was in it for me?
Powerful Bastard is a witty, sexy love story about a free-spirited musician who just might bring a Manhattan powerhouse to his knees.

    The moment I step foot off the plane, I had a feeling my life was going to change. It wasn’t the new contract I’d signed, and it certainly wasn’t the Big Apple that called to me, it was her. Shy and sweet, Violet Kennedy, captured my attention. But I’m far from what she expected to walk into her office. I live by the moniker they’ve given me. Even though I’m nothing like the image they portray, I have a job to do, and that may be the reason I lose the woman of my dreams. I may be the Brazen Bachelor, but for Violet, I would walk away from it all. The only problem is, she believes the lie.

    At Seemore Temps they pride themselves on the three B’s. Beauty, Brains, and Bounty. They supply the mostly male-driven businesses of Manhattan with able women that can do the job, and look good too. Needless to say, we’re a popular Agency.Working for Mason Chase should have been easy. He was married, kind and a bit of a flirt, but pretty harmless. Not like James Murtaugh or the Shameless Bastard as I’ve come to call him. He’s the ruthless, arrogant CEO of Renowned Investment Financial, and he’s set his eyes on... me.He can have any woman he wants and will go to great lengths to have them. I need this job, but I want, Christ, what do I want? Do I give in? Let him conquer me like some Emperor? Or do I stay in my place and collect the paycheck? We shall see, either way, it’s gonna be interesting.All good things must come to an end, right?Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.

    I’m my own woman, and I know just how I’m going to prove it. I went through six years of college to earn my master’s in business to please him, while I wanted a degree in interior design, so I worked my tush off and received my bachelor’s in that too. Now that I’m twenty-four, I’m going to do a one-eighty in my life and take a job I never saw myself doing, just to please me. It really can’t be too hard to serve food to people, make beds, and use a feather duster…can it? I’ll be sailing away and forgetting all my worries. Or so I think, until I look up to see the sexy captain, with his white hat on, step in front of me and I meet Reed Nichols. Growing up while traveling the open seas made my decision to take over the family business the easiest one I’ve ever had to make. After four years in college taking accounting classes, I went after my true dream…a captain’s license. I always knew I’d follow in my father’s footsteps; I just didn’t think it’d be this soon. Right before he passed, he asked me to do just that and I’ve never looked back. Right now, my life is perfect, just the way I want it. I run the company my father founded and drive a million-dollar yacht every day. I pick and choose who lies in my bed, and I’ve never allowed anyone there for more than a night or two. No one has ever kept my attention any longer than that. Then I look down to see the long legs of a cabin stewardess walking toward my boat and I meet Maci Foster.

    Jameson Maine.The boy I used to love.The man I love to hate. Hate like it’s a hobby. Like it’s my job.Ironic, since love is my profession.But with the passage of time, I’ve finally healed. Repaired the broken parts his betrayal shattered inside me, and silenced the haunting memories of what he took from me.What he made me give up.JamesonShe’s still here. Chloe Morgan.The girl I left behind.The woman I can’t let go of. No matter how many miles. No matter how much time.Annoying, since love is my nemesis.But with the death of my father, I’m forced home. To finally face the ramshackle remains of my family’s estate, and the lying woman who broke my heart and ruined me for life.Who’s ready to do so again.Tears were shed, lies were spread, and secrets were kept that fateful summer ten years ago. But no longer. Now exposed, those skeletons rock our worlds all over again. But two things remain the same…Love.And hate.

    He’s determined to be my savior. But I make a terrible damsel in distress. The verbal sparring is delicious foreplay and in a weak moment, I give him my number. It’s a mistake. See, my life is planned down to the very last detail. While it hasn’t always been a fairy tale existence, I’ve never wanted for anything. Now it’s my turn to give back, and I won’t rest until my debts are paid—all of them. And no one, not even Dr. Dailey, with his irresistible dimple and guarded past, will derail everything I’ve worked for. I won’t risk it. I can’t. If I could change the past, I would. For me, and for her. Especially for her. They call me Dr. Dirty, and I let them. My colleagues mean it as a joke, but they have no idea how stained my soul really is. The promises I’ve broken. The people I’ve failed. The shame that clouds everything. The only time I feel like a decent human being is when I’m at the hospital surrounded by patients—people I might actually be able to save. God knows I’m past salvation myself. Despite my sins, and there are plenty, I’m chasing redemption. A second chance. I might not deserve it, but I want it. What I’m not looking for is a warrior princess with a forgiving heart—until I meet Juliana. When she peers into my soul, she sees light where I see darkness.Now redemption isn’t enough. I want her too.But the road between us is littered with landmines and secrets—most of them mine. And I’m not sure I can put the past aside to be the man she deserves.

    She’s better than just another quick lay-over. But dating is difficult with her chaotic schedule in and out of airport terminals and hotel rooms all around the world. She’s tired of watching couples fly off to romantic destinations and families spending vacations together. However, she doesn’t plan to be a flight attendant forever. She just doesn’t know what she wants to do yet. One thing she does know is that she certainly doesn’t want to do that arrogant Greek bastard Jim.Dimitrios “Jim” Georgakopolous is a contract pilot who loves his job — who wouldn’t when you can pick and choose your own schedule and destination? When a flight cancelation turns into the best layover of his life, he suddenly finds he doesn’t want to leave the arms of a certain dark-haired beauty named Jolene. Unfortunately, the storm that stranded them both there compare little to Jolene’s rage when she finds out he’s pilot. Jim never expected to find his airport tryst again. Jolene certainly didn’t expect to be the stewardess on the same plane that Jim’s traveling on to Greece. Will this be a twist of fate or a modern-day Greek tragedy?

    Hearing her uninformed, teasing commentary on every game she watches makes me laugh—even when it’s my team she’s talking about. I might be her biggest fan.I thought Troy Tipton was just a nice guy with a gorgeous smile. Until I learned he was a fan-favorite NFL star quarterback. The same one gracing magazine covers with his irresistible dimples. The same one I mock on my show.When we start dating, the explosive chemistry we share is impossible to ignore. But can we keep our opposing careers from ruining what we have before we even begin? Or will we let them destroy everything good that’s between us?---------------------------------------------Mister Dimples is written within the Mister Moneybags world by Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward where you'll get to see many familiar faces again.

    He’s living the dream life. A new house, a different woman every night of the week. What more could he want? Except the brunette flight attendant that refuses to go out with him.Jolene Haines is swearing off men after her failed fling with a pilot. All she needs is her best friend and her bed. Now that International Airlines is partnering with professional basketball teams, she’ll be surrounded by sexy athletes. One in particular who gets under her skin and doesn’t like to be turned down. Can the two of them fight the chemistry between them? Or will Bentley own Jolene’s heart and the court?

    Corporal Cole Morgan is a cocky jerk.He may have everyone else fooled, but I know better.After my sister died, I was left to sort out her affairs and pick up the pieces.30 days and then I’m on a one-way trip back to our hometown.Back to my perfectly planned life.Back to what family I have left.Everything was going according to plan, too.Until Cole, with his stupid green eyes, perfect hair and ridiculous good looks, ruined everything.Including my panties.One little fling won’t hurt anything … will it?Casper Townsend is a pain in my ass.I take one wrong turn, ending up with a head injury and an inconvenient little case of amnesia.All of a sudden, I can’t report for my next duty station for 30 days.That’s fine, I’m going to make it a month well spent.Visiting my grandmother, since she feeds me.Berating my business-savvy cousin, because why should I have to suffer alone?My dirty little secret? I’ve upped my Peeping Tom game, spending every night watching the girl next door.She’s accident-prone, annoying, and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.Casper might have brought me to my knees, but there’s no chance I’ll stay there.There’s only one thing more dangerous than the chemistry we have together.A secret that, if exposed, could burn everything around us to the ground.

    After a wild night and a few too many drinks, I ended up in a hotel room with a complete stranger. I didn’t think I’d ever see him again — boy, was I wrong. Two days later, he walks into my dad’s office. He was looking for the man in charge.Instead, he found me — the boss’s daughter. A few sly remarks about my family had me all too skeptical about revealing my identity. It’s a good thing I held back.... Because it seems he’s got an opinion about the Big Wig’s daughter, too. Stuck-up.High-strung.Demanding.So, I let him believe I was an employee, too. A measly assistant with the curiosity of a cat. At least, that’s what he thought. Now I can find out why he’s painted this dark picture of my family.And it’s time to show him that I’m more than a name in the rumor mill.That’s all assuming I’m not exposed first.

    Listening Length 10 hours and 8 minutesA romantic comedy set in the world of Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward's Stuck Up SuitWhat’s a girl to do when she discovers that her boss/boyfriend (I don’t need a lecture, thank you very much!) is a cheating windbag?Dump him and quit her job, of course.After that, it was supposed to be the Summer of Me—a totally self-indulgent few months.Except that I met a drop-dead gorgeous Viking with a bossy attitude.We clashed on his arrogance and crassness, but geek bonded over Star Wars and Star Trek.He offered himself as a no-strings-attached candidate for my get-my-groove-back sex plan, and I left because he already had a girlfriend, even if they were on a break.But I couldn’t stop thinking about him.I really, really needed to find someone less complicated, but he infiltrated my thoughts.He was hot, after all (And his towel might have slipped on purpose.) Seriously hot.No matter how many times I decided not to pursue anything with him, he kept showing a softer side of himself.But we couldn’t keep going like that, neither here nor there.Some decisions had to be made.One that could change everything.If someone had told me how my Summer of Me would end? I’d never have believed them.But I regret nothing.

    Not the hottest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on…I’m probably not the first runaway bride to get discovered hiding in the back of a stranger’s pickup truck. And Maverick should probably dump me on the side of the road and be on his way. Instead, he agrees to give me a ride across the country. I quickly learn that Maverick isn’t just a sexy football star. He’s also bossy as hell with a surprising sweet side.We’re supposed to stay in separate hotel rooms, not share nights fraught with sexual chemistry. We’re supposed to drive straight to Chicago, not veer off on romantic side trips.So when absolutely nothing goes according to plan, I tell myself that whatever happens on this temporary road trip will be just that—temporary. Nothing lasts forever.The last thing I need is to get attached to a bossy baller whose priority will always be football.But just when I think I’ve got everything under control…Maverick changes the play at the line.

    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.