Landing a job on campus as an irreverent radio personality, she uses the anonymity to air all the campus dirty laundry—earning the infamous Sunday Lane more than a few enemies. But her true passion is spinning records, even if Drunk Earl is her biggest fan. Sydney’s junior year kicks off with the promise to be amazing. Or at least it does until Gray Peters, hotshot quarterback, unexpectedly reenters the scene. His presence threatens to destroy everything she has going, as well as resurrecting a night Sydney never wants to remember or repeat. She’d run away like a coward, but this time she's determined to stay and fight. A twisted battle of wit and trickery ensues, with one common goal—vengeance. Sydney and Gray set out to make each other miserable. But misery loves company, and soon, walls are destroyed and truths are revealed that could change their future forever. *** Contains mature situations and language ***

    Each of them is stunningly gorgeous, rich, and talented.Nobody is that perfect. All of them hide dark, dangerous secrets. And I’m going to expose them. I’m going to make everyone see exactly who they are.Murderers.I have skills they would never expect, and I plan on using my talents to make the Boys of Ascendence Bay pay in blood for the loss of my sister. I’ll do whatever it takes to get them to crack and confess to their crimes.The closer I get to finding out which mafia heir is the killer, the more I realize I didn't know my sister as well as I thought. Big, ugly secrets come to light that will change my family forever.But what's worse is the enemies I thought I needed to destroy are more complex and tempting than I ever imagined.Can I survive the truth being uncovered or will I be buried by the lies?If you love the twists and turns of Caroline Peckham and the steam of Tate James, then you'll love Bloody Princess!

     
Cassie 
I can’t stand jocks. And I don’t know the first thing about football.
 So it’s just my luck that the tutoring job I take to get me through graduate school involves making sure a dumb jock passes his classes.
 Now, I’m babysitting Colton King, a spoiled arrogant player who’s as famous for his bedroom antics as he is for his football skills.
 The tight end with the filthy mouth tells me he’ll show me that everything’s bigger in Texas. 
And heaven help me, I just might be considering it. 
* * * 
Colton 
My life is one big party, and that’s never going to change.
 Not even if my coach finds me a nerdy tutor he thinks will keep me in line. Miss Goody Two Shoes is uptight, high-strung, and unimpressed by the fact that I’m a campus legend.
 Even worse, the hot little tutor is as pure as the driven snow. 
Debauching her and making her mine is the ultimate challenge. And I always rise to the occasion. *This is not a football-heavy story, so if you're not into sports, don't worry! It's light on the sports and heavy on the steam!*

    That’s what he was. Dash Frasier—my hero from the day we met, when I was six and he was nine. His sister was my best friend, the three of us one happy crew. Then one sweaty summer night changed everything. No one understood me like Dash. No one made me feel so loved. That’s why, when he skipped town, it wrecked me.Now I’m older. Wiser. I’ve just snagged my dream job, writing at a film studio. The lead animator on my project? You guessed it.He’s not the boy next door. Not anymore.I’m guarding my heart this time. But Dash has secrets that could break us both.

    Pregnant and alone at nineteen, it’s just the break I need. Except, when I get the keys, I find out the house comes with a whole lot more than I bargained for…eleven huge football playing foster brothers who are about to become my housemates.They’re the team my father devoted his life to training. If they can just stay fit they’ll be going pro before they know it. Gorgeous and ripped, they fill the house with their massive bodies and booming laughs.I think they must be players, both on and off the field, and I hate them for stealing my father’s love. But first impressions can sometimes be very wrong.They treat me like I’m a queen and look at me with eyes that tell me they want to fill me with their own version of team spirit.I can’t imagine why one sane man would want a knocked up cheerleader with so much baggage, let alone eleven. But the longer we spend together, the more I fall for my foster brother dream team.They want to stay together to make a home filled with love for me and my child.Eleven men want to be my second chance.Except people like me don’t deserve second chances and if they can’t see that, I’m going to have to make them.

     Homeless and rejected by the school of my dreams, I somehow find myself at LUV Academy, crashing in a dorm room with an a cappella group of gorgeous, rich, talented men. They each bring their own brand of sexy and I want them all: The relentless flirt The sophisticated mountain-man The sweet boy next door And the bad-boy bully who hates me with a passion But with the college a cappella auditions fast approaching, can I write a song that’s good enough to secure these talented guys a place in the competition? And will I be able to secure a place in their hearts and get my own happily ever after? Author’s note: This is a slow/medium burn reverse harem story intended for audiences 18 years and older. #whychoose

    Then he hurt me. He wrecked me. He ruined me. I spent three years putting myself together—fixing what he broke. I never thought I'd see him again after that day. I was counting on it. Little did I know—life had other plans...and things were going to become a lot more complicated. Asher—I finally know who I am. I own it, I embrace it...I'm no longer afraid. I live my life with no regrets now, because I've learned my lesson—the hard way. I thought I had it all figured out. But then my past collides with my present...and things become complicated. Turns out I don't really know myself after all. Landon— My life was all mapped out. I knew exactly what direction I was heading in—I didn't have time for any roadblocks or obstacles. Then I meet her. And him. Now, my heart is split right down the middle. She controls the rhythm. He controls the melody. Complicated doesn't even begin to cover it...and there's only one way this can end. Warning: This story is for mature readers only, due to language and sexual themes. This duet contains explicit content featuring m/f, m/m, m/f/m. Trigger Warning: This story is strange and unconventional. It's everything you hate. That's the only warning I can offer you.

    I begged for an answer, but she refused to give in. Now that momma is gone, her secret has been revealed. The secret now has a name. My name is Memphis Reynolds, and I find myself driving hours south in search of him. My biological father. The man momma kept hidden away from me for reasons I never knew. Surrounded by half-truths, lies, and heartbreak, I find something I wasn’t searching for. Love. Three very different, very exceptional, very handsome men, will teach me that it is okay to let go the dreams of a little girl, and grab hold the desires of a grown woman. They have no idea what they’re getting themselves into. Bless their hearts. *This is a Contemporary Reverse Harem with an HEA*

    In the midst of a legal battle for control of her family’s publishing company, Ellie has been dubbed “The Publishing Princess,” but she only wants to get through school and run her company. She has her best friend, but needs a Prince Charming to save her from her step family’s evil clutches. What if more than one Prince Charming is prepared for the job? Can Ellie save her company and choose between three suitors, each more alluring than the next? Or will Ellie have to choose at all? ***Originally published in the Falling for Them Anthology

    On the first day of orientation, I had an altercation with an infuriating British dude in a campus bathroom. (The ladies’ room was out of order. So, I used the men’s room. Don’t judge.)I got home later that night and realized that the foreign student we were expecting to rent a room in my parents’ house was allergic to our cat.So, the spare room went to someone else: Caleb—the British guy from the men’s room. And so it began…my love-hate story with Caleb Yates. Or was it hate-love in that order?The guy knew how to push every one of my buttons. Sometimes I’d email him to express my aggravation and disdain.He’d actually rewrite my own words and send them back to me. That was the type of infuriating person Caleb was.So frustrating.And…Sometimes incredibly funny and endearingly sweet.And hot. He eventually grew on me, and Caleb soon became one of my best friends that year. Too bad he was headed back to England soon, so nothing could happen between us—for so many reasons. I definitely couldn't fall in love with him, especially since all we had was just one year.

    I met Alessandra at a party. Tried to impress her. Was almost positive I was going to fail. I think I said something along the lines of, “I’m a Goat called Fish who’s hung like a bull—but not really. I’m actually pretty average.” Smooth. I know. Try not to be jealous. When she laughed—and I mean, really laughed—I knew she wasn’t like the other girls I’d been meeting on tour. Hell, she wasn’t even in the same stratosphere as those fangirls and gold-diggers. At one point during the party, Alessandra said, “There’s nothing like a girl’s first love.” I knew she was talking about the first smash hit by my band, 22 Goats. Alessandra said it was the first song she’d heard by us and it “hit her like a ton of bricks.” Ironic, seeing as how I was having the same reaction from being in her presence. I made it my mission to impress her. Give her the kiss of a lifetime that night. But since I’ve always been the dude with zero game, nothing went according to plan. I’m not giving up, though. I’m going to win this girl over. I’m done sitting on the sidelines, watching the bad boy getting the girl. This time, the nice guy will finish first. Even if it’s the last thing he’ll do.

    My dad told me the stories of the stars and white knights who rescue princesses. I’d wear a silver plastic crown and stare at the sky, waiting for the day my knight in shining armor would come.Then my dad died, my crown broke, and my mom shipped my sister and me off to boarding school.And then I met them.My knights.Only they’re nothing like the fairytales I grew up on. They’re wrapped in sin and shrouded in darkness. Bossy, protective, alphaholes.And heirs to the Italian mafia.

    Major sparks flew with a first kiss, but reality had them crash and burn their freshman year. Fast forward the start of their senior year at University of the Desert. He’s in trouble, and she is his only hope. When he asks for help, she finds herself striking up the deal of a lifetime. An exchange. She will help him pass Greek Mythology as long as he will pretend to be her boyfriend, so her match-making sorority sisters will leave her alone. Shouldn’t be a problem, right? Wrong! All too quickly they start to realize the fireworks from their first kiss years ago were far from a fluke. The high-voltage chemistry they share now is undeniable. Can Miss Smarty Pants and the Jock have a future? Or is it a matter of time before they fizzle out? Temps might be dropping this fall but things are starting to heat up with the girls at Kappa Sweets!

    I'm rich and powerful now. Not too bad for a girl from small town Texas. All I really wanted was to become so beautiful that Luke, my teenage crush, would fall at my feet. But thirteen years is a long time.Long enough for this little girl to grow up and glue back together the pieces that were chipped away as a child. Plenty of time for me to figure out that love isn't made of fairy tales and high school crushes who didn't even know I existed. Maybe it's even long enough for me to realize what's staring at me through my best friend's eyes - even as I try to say we're just business partners.Then Gran dies. Now I have to go back to that same small town that destroyed me.I keep telling myself I've got this - right up until Luke shows up in my life again. This time, he's noticed me, but he comes with a troubled daughter that reminds me a little too much of myself. Then there's the new guy I just hired. He's the best person for the job, even if he is my best friend's ex - and looking at my crush a little too hard.I'm supposed to be taking over Gran's business, but the rumors are flying. This town hates me. My neighbor wants to see me fail, my love life is out of control, and Luke's daughter? It looks like she's going to be the only one who ends up hurt unless something changes. What good is success if I can't use it to help anyone else?I came home to save something. I just had no idea it was more than just a house.TRIGGERS MAY INCLUDE: Mentions of cancer, violence, criminal history, eating disorders, bullying, self harm, and discussions of child sexual assault and trauma.  This is a love story, but broken people deserve love too - and an ally on their side.Collide is a 155,000 word novel with an ending that will leave you needing more. The main female character will have multiple, often complicated, relationships with different men. The Shades of Trouble series includes M/M and M/F romance. For the purposes of the story, some medical and professional ethics may be bent or even broken.   Graphic language and situations that are suitable for a mature audience are included.Collide is the first in a series of four books.

    It isn’t a school for foreigners, either.The peacekeeper? She’s going down.-----I’m already an outsider at this elite political academy in Scotland.A target has been painted on my back by the most popular guys in school.Musical royalty. Political royalty. Actual royalty.They seem to hate girls, especially girls like me who try their best to ignore them.It’s boys vs girls and I’m trapped in the middle.Fine. Because I’m going to show them it’s more powerful to be a sinner when everyone believes you’re a saint. Cruel Saints is a plotty, slow-burn bully romance set in a political academy. It’s Reverse Harem, which means the main character doesn’t choose between her love interests. This is Book 1 of 4, and the series will contain MM.