Should it be a crime? Absolutely not. After all, I’m just trying to save these darling kittens from being sent to a lab for experiments. They deserve a loving home, and I intend to give them one. Well, that was the plan, but then I ran into some complications. Several of them. And they all have badges, guns, and handcuffs. So, off to jail, I go, but I make my one phone call to the only man who can help me. Benton. I just hope he doesn’t tell my father what I’ve been up to. Penelope is in trouble, and I’m the only one who can help her. I make it to the jail almost before she does and saves her from a night in the drunk tank. But once I get her to my house, I have a hard time letting her leave. After all, she’s been on my mind since the first moment I met her. And this little run-in with the law is just what I need to convince her that I can be her everything. House arrest has never seemed so appealing. My plan is so close to working out, but Penelope always brings something extra—could be stolen kittens, could be dangerous family ties. With my Penny, life is always a surprise. MINK's Note: Curl up with a kitty and a coffee for this fun, safe romp with steam and an HEA.

    

    That's because each and every Channing was lucky enough to find their soulmate-- and most of them found their partner early. At thirty-two, Jake's just about given up on the whole thing- until the night he goes back to work to grab a file and finds the girl of his dreams shaking her hips while cleaning his office. Amber never believed in soul mates until she met a certain tall, dark and handsome CEO. This pancake-loving cleaner is about to find out that happily ever after arrives when you least expect it. This steamy insta-love novella will melt your heart and your reading device! Erotic Intentions are short, sweet, insta-love books that are meant to steam up your reading device and melt your heart. No drama, no angst— just lust, love and some smoking hot love. * * * Please note that Amber's Allure was previously published under the pen name Evie Harrison in 2017.

    And if I still wanted a man after I saved myself, he’d be more than willing to give that man his blessing.Now I’m in my mid-thirties and I’m still saving myself, one failed date after another.I don’t know if it’s the grease under my fingernails from working on bikes all day, or if it’s the fact I’m taller than most of them. There’s just something about me that doesn’t earn a callback. Maybe I saved myself so well I don’t need a man at all?Deciding that being single and awesome isn’t so bad, I pack up my apartment and abandon the city, looking for a tree change and a quieter life.But small towns notice when giant women move in, and it isn’t long before I’m the center of the latest gossip involving some rather outdated thinking. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before, but the sting is still the same, which is why I take my Harley out to clear my head.I didn’t realize I was heading onto someone else’s land.I also didn’t realize the rumble of my engine would frighten the grazing cattle.And I definitely didn’t realize how much bulls hate motorcycles.Lucky for me, Austin Cassidy realized all those things and came to my rescue.With his big strong arms, and a smile I’d sell my Harley to see more of, my cowboy hero is the first man I’ve ever met who makes me feel small—he’s also the only person in this town who doesn’t treat me like an outsider.It’s not long before I’m wondering if my dad had it all wrong. Maybe being saved by a man—or a very attractive cowboy—isn’t so bad, after all.