1. Don't fall in love in high-school.2. Get through senior year and snag a full-ride scholarship to college.3. Get the hell away from my irresponsible mother.I didn't think that was too much to ask for, and I've worked damn hard to make it a reality. Until my mother went and did the unthinkable!She's pregnant.Yep, the woman-child only went and got herself knocked-up by a man who lives on the other side of the country.As if it wasn't bad enough to uproot my life six weeks before senior year, Mom's new beau comes with baggage.A sweet stepsister, Amelia.And the b*stard of all b*stards, Rourke.Rourke is a senior like me, and he doesn't want me in his town, much less his home. He's also hell bent on making sure I know it. Thing is, I don't want to be there either, and if Rourke expects me to swan in and kiss his ass to make him like me, he has another thing coming.I'm nobody's bitch and he's about to learn that...Endgame is a feisty standalone romance. Due to its explicit content, bad language, and graphic sexual content, Endgame is recommended for mature readers of seventeen years and above.

    Only time will tell if I’ll escape.Because when wealthy boys are accustomed to getting everything they want, not even the lives of those around them are too high an asking price.

    Forced to become my own worst enemy. With so much blood on my hands, I was surprised I could still see my own skin.I killed.I tortured.I loved…I played God while I was rotting in Hell. Thriving on control and power was the only way I knew how to live. There were no other options.If you weren’t my friend, you were my foe.If you weren’t with me, you were against me.Traitors, as I called them. There were no imaginary lines. I’d crossed them all. No boundaries. No second chances. No redemption.Not for me.For them.For anyone.Only for her…She loved me. Always convinced I was a saint, never believing I was just another sinner.A fucking monster.Until it was too late.Except, I didn’t choose this life. It. Chose. Me.

     I don't have time for men when I'm raising my daughters alone – especially an obnoxious jerk like my new neighbor, Quentin. Tattoos, muscles, ego. I told him to move his car and he sprayed me with a hose. We make each other furious, and he gets me wet. I should have slapped him, but I let him drive me to work instead. He ended up driving me wild. He won't share his number, tell me what he does... but one look and I'm begging to be his, one touch and my panties hit the floor. I know he's wrong for me, but he feels so right. I'm falling for the bad boy next door. --- I kill people for a living. I never thought I'd get in trouble for refusing to murder someone. I was supposed to kill all the witnesses. When I couldn't pull the trigger on an innocent girl, I became a marked man. Now, I'm stuck in the 'burbs, laying low and trying to blend in. Just one problem – my new neighbor, Rose. She showed up on my porch complaining about my car. I had to slam the door in her face before I pulled her inside, pinned her to the wall, and took every sweet inch of her. I shouldn't do this. I shouldn't let her in. But I can't stop thinking about this firecracker moaning underneath me every waking second. I'm poison to her and I don't need a girl, but when I lay eyes on her all I want is to keep her in my bed forever and pleasure her until she forgets her own name. She's mine and nobody's taking her from me. I'll put my lips all over this woman if it's the last thing I do.

    He was the artist upstairs with the tantalizing smile and laughing eyes.He was the devil inviting me to sin, seducing me to dance in the bright moonlight.He was desire and need.When he touched me, my body sang. My soul came alive.But I belonged to another man, and he didn't want to let me go.

    I know the angle. I know how to make you beg.My hands on your body, my mouth hovering over yours—I’ll tell you everything you want to hear. Ten inches of real estate never felt so good. But don’t take my word for it. My client list is long and my motto is short—one single thrust and you’re mine. I’m not good at what I do, I’m fantastic. But satisfaction doesn’t come cheap. So open your wallet and prepare to forget your name. I’m about to ruin you for any other man. One single thrust and you’re mine.

    I’m Victoria Carter, daughter of a Hollywood actor and on the precipice of becoming a star myself. The trouble is, the men I’m obsessed with are forbidden. Ever since my father married their mom, I’ve fantasized about what it would be like to have s*x with my twin stepbrothers. They were my first teenage crushes. Gorgeous, funny and protective, they always treated me as a slightly annoying little sister. But when dad died, they were there to pick up my pieces. Having feelings for one of them would be bad enough, but I can’t choose between them, no matter how much easier it would be. I've resisted having a security detail until I get my very own stalker. My stepbrothers want to protect me. They own Defender Inc., a fledgling security company, but I don’t want to put them at risk. If anything happened to them while they were guarding me, I’d never be able to forgive myself. But when my hired bodyguards fail to keep me safe, Antony and Kieren won't take no for an answer. They’re going to be with me 24/7 and the temptation is going to be unbearable. Or maybe having them sleeping under my roof will finally give me the opportunity to take what I've always wanted. This is a 50,000 novel filled with MFM menage goodness with twin stepbrother bodyguards who are all about pleasing their woman. HEA guaranteed.

    It sets the background plot for the full story.The FULL Novel is Now Available at Amazon Too!Kennedy Nightingale has goals. With a full schedule of pre-law classes, a part-time job, extracurricular activities, and corralling her sometimes outrageous, independent, feminist mother, there is no time for romance.But Kennedy's life is thrown for a loop when hotel fortune heir Jackson Montgomery III sets his sights on her. He is a force to be reckoned with and used to getting exactly what he wants and, right now, he wants Kennedy.Now, she not only has her mother's antics to contend with, but also a tenacious heir. Giving in to just one date will change the course of everyone's lives.Is Kennedy prepared for what lies ahead? Is truth stranger than fiction when Ivy League meets love in all the wrong places?This book is intended for a mature audience, 18+ only.

    Evil. Twisted. Psychopathic. A cruel madman with a killer smile. And he is my boss. My duty is to blend in, clean his home, and not make a peep. I’ve done my job well for years. Imbedded myself so deep in his world, he’s never going to get me out. But I am this king’s worst nightmare. Bad men like him took everything away from me. I will never forget. He will pay for the sins of many. I’ll just bide my time—watching, waiting, calculating—until the time is right. When I strike, he won’t know what hit him. The monster who rules Mexico with an iron fist may not bow to anyone… But I’m not just anyone. He will bow to me.

    LIMITLESS MONEY. ONE RULE: NEVER SAY NO. I’m Galen Blood. My stepbrother and I are richer than God and sicker than the Devil. We like to play games. The kinds of games only billionaires as fucked in the head as we are can play, with global stakes. Corporations and countries fall just because we think it’s funny. Today, our game is about HER. Eliza. The piece of trash in a leopard print skirt we dredged out of the Las Vegas gutter. Braden thinks I can’t make her a perfect sub. That I can’t dress her up beautifully, convince everyone she’s a lady, and make her my whore in the back room. I disagree. And I’m going to prove it by tearing her down one piece at a time and shoving my dick inside every crevice. She’s gonna beg for my cock. She’ll begged to be fucked, and I’m going to use her, destroy her, make her mine. By the time we’re done with her, she might even love me. When she does, I’ll finally win. I’ll finally have beaten Braden. And nothing will ever be the same. *** I’m Eliza—no last name, please. I’ve had a bad night. Actually, I’ve had a lot of bad nights. A lifetime of bad nights, one might say. Then one bad night turned into a really strange night, where some big shot billionaire shoved me into his limousine. He says he wants to offer me a deal. He says he’ll give me everything as long as I never say no to him. If he knew the truth about me, he wouldn’t make that offer. So sure, I’ll take it. I’ll get what I need from him. If he gets what he wants from me in the meantime, that’s fine too. As long as he doesn’t find out my secret. And as long as I don’t fall in love. Shouldn’t be too hard. This isn’t the first time I’ve been fucked. These Blood brothers won’t know what’s hit them. *** The name is Braden Blood. I like to play games. More importantly, I like to get revenge. I’ve picked a girl for my brother to use. He thinks the choice is random. He thinks that she’s just some random, faceless skank outside a club, interchangeable with any other woman we might have dug out of Las Vegas. He doesn’t know what I know. Nothing is random, little brother. Nothing. Not the way you want her, not the way she looks at you, and not the circumstances that led to us finding her in that gutter one night. You think you’re going to fuck me by fucking her? You think that her love won’t destroy you? Just wait. I’m gonna fuck you both.

    But when our parents got married, things got confused. As if being a teenager isn't confusing enough. All I knew was that the feelings I had for him weren't okay.I’ll never forget the anxiety I felt the night I ran into him at a party that had gotten out of control. I saw him standing around with the popular kids as soon as I walked in the door. And he saw me, too. He always saw me. It was talking to me that he avoided. I watched his buddy spin an empty wine bottle on the butcher block while my friend Brandi rummaged in her oversized purse for the two bottles of hard lemonade her older sister gave us. When the spinning bottle stopped, I realized everyone was staring at me. “Looks like you’ve gotta kiss Jen,” some jock said to Ethan. I felt the color drain from my face, taking the moisture in my mouth with it as a suffocating panic grew in my chest. I was going to be found out. Ethan laughed it off. “Yeah, that’s not happening. She’s my sister.” “Not really, though,” his buddy insisted. The eruption of laughter and jeering sounds made the dim kitchen feel like a jungle full of predators, and I was sure my cheeks were going to burst into flames. “Don’t be stupid,” Ethan said, tilting a can of beer over his mouth. When his friend spun the bottle again, Ethan glanced back at me one more time and wiped the back of his hand across his lips. I’ve been wondering what it would be like to kiss him ever since. **Author's note: This is a full-length, standalone romance novel with no cliffhanger and no cheating. It is intended for a mature audience and has an ending that will leave you smiling so hard it hurts.

    The money held the power. The beauty followed the rules and jumped through the hoops.THE BRIDEI knew what everyone would think if they knew the truth about my marriage. They'd be shocked and appalled. And rightly so. I was a young, modern, independent woman, and I'd done the unthinkable. I'd sold my virginity to a spoiled, rich boy. To a stranger who didn’t love me. And yes, I'd done it all for money.THE GROOMMy bride was as gorgeous as she was unwelcome. As desirable as she was unwanted. I wanted nothing to do with her, but that didn’t seem to matter exactly the second she got close enough to touch. I wanted her to hate me more than she loved the millions she’d sold herself for. I wanted to spurn her, but unfortunately, I wanted to fuck her more.ARRANGED is a standalone erotic romance.

    Aquilla Chavez was raised by a loving father and a brother who may have loved her a little too much. Aquilla was spoiled and adored, bringing cheer when disaster threatened a family. She was exposed to a life of crime, all while lovingly being sheltered and protected from it. Will she ever reclaim the one man who she believes to be the love of her life? She didn’t want to be where she was forced to be. She wanted nothing to do with the person she was involuntary turned into. Aquilla had one goal - one goal that would save her from the catastrophic life she was suddenly thrown into. She had to find him. She had to try, or was this the plausibility of a life she was meant to have? Was the life she was torn from the disastrous life? Could this be where she was meant to be? How would she ever know? What if he found her? What if she never saw him again? What if.... she didn’t want to? If you are into lovey dovey, sappy romance, you should probably move on. This book contains explicit sex, drugs, and adult language. Not your typical every day romance.

    Nothing prepared her for a man like Jordan Blair, the rich, magnetic stranger who seduces her and introduces her to a life of luxury--and sin. Obsessed with Jordan and drawn to his dark sexual kinks, Meg allows him to transform her into a sophisticated beauty with no ties to her past. But soon she's trapped in a web of lust and sexual depravity. She doesn't know whether the man who's consumed her life is good or evil, whether her nights are filled with pleasure or pain--or how she'll ever survive.

     Oh, stop it. Don’t cringe. No one under the age of 80 clutches their pearls. You might as well get used to it, because for the next six weeks, you’re going to hear that word a lot. And you’re going to say it a lot. Go ahead, try it out on your tongue. F*ck. F***ck. Ok, good. Now where were we? If you enrolled yourself in this program then you are wholly aware that you’re a lousy lay. Good for you. Admitting it is half the battle. For those of you that have been sent here by your husband or significant other, dry your tears and get over it. You’ve been given a gift, ladies. The gift of mind-blowing, wall-climbing, multiple-orgasm-inducing sex. You have the opportunity to f*ck like a porn star. And I guarantee, you will when I’m done with you. And who am I? Well, for the next six weeks, I will be your lover, your teacher, your best friend, and your worst enemy. Your every-f*cking-thing. I’m the one who is going to save your relationship and your sex life. I am Justice Drake. And I turn housewives into whores. Now…who’s first?