My enemy, my lover, my savior. He's only two out of the three, if only I can figure out which two before I end up on the streets or in jail. Or worse. A SIX PART SERIAL with dual points of view, lots of bad words, the creative use of glass-walled rooms, and a beach house that holds a whole lot of secrets. There are all sorts of cliffs in these books, some even include actual rocks. You have been warned.

    she’s been my obsession since I was seventeen.She’s the object of every dirty thought I’ve ever had.I’m consumed.I lust over her … albeit from afar.She has no idea how I feel.And my secret can never come out,because there’s one major hurdle standing in our way …she’s my best friend’s little sister.When she offers to stand in as my temporary secretary, I’m torn.Will I be able to risk the temptation?Or will I succumb and lose everything that I hold dear?

    Quite simply, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen; I was mesmerized.I’d made a fool of myself, though, and to make matters worse, my girlfriend was standing right there when it all happened.Jade went back to New York, and we didn’t cross paths again for a year—until one night when a Facebook notification lit up my screen, setting off a chain of events that would change my life forever.***This is a bonus standalone story of 16,000 words...figure about 1-2 hours reading time...and it's available for *newsletter subscribers* to download ABSOLUTELY FREE at the end of Mister Moneybags.

     But one look at Cade Hill, the sexy new sports director, and uptight reporter Rebecca Fieldstone is daydreaming about other things. Sex in his office… Sex in the on-set kitchen… Sex in the supply closet… She can’t stop thinking about the former NFL quarterback and how perfect he’d look between her sheets—except he’s an arrogant jerk with a huge… ego. He’s the last guy she’d ever have a one-night stand with. Cade Hill draws a thick professional line on office romance—until it comes to the hyper-focused Rebecca. He wants her, and he gets his wish when a chance encounter has them having the hottest sex of their lives. It’s just a hook-up, she says. When can we do it again? he says. With Rebecca determined to keep Cade in the friend zone, it’s going to be an uphill battle for Cade to convince her he’s the last guy she’ll ever want. THE LAST GUY is the first white-hot CONTEMPORARY ROMANTIC COMEDY from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills and Tia Louise. It features Fireball-fueled hookups, Doritos Locos Tacos, attack monkeys, toddlers in tiaras, and one fabulous drag queen. Prepare for frantic clicking (or page flipping!) and smoking-hot sexytimes all the way to the out-of-this-world happily-ever-after.

    The rules were clear. Complete secrecy, no babies and always be there when he wants her. But she’s broken one of his cardinal rules and the consequences may be the loss of the one man who would ever own her heart

    No better way to escape than to turn her island honeymoon into a much-needed vacation with her girls. What she wasn’t expecting was to meet a hot stranger. Don’t they say to get over somebody you need to get under someone else? Chloe’s ready for a fresh start, shame her vengeful ex is making it difficult for her. That is until she lands the job of her dreams. What she wasn’t expecting was to come face to face with the hot stranger from her island escape—Noah Stone, New York’s biggest playboy, and her new boss. Chloe can be professional even if all she can think about is those lips. And the way he fills out his suit pants. He’s totally off-limits, and she’s signed the paperwork that says so.

     His late night antics keep her up all hours, with every knock and bang made worse by their shared bedroom wall. When Paige finally bumps into the noisy night owl, she's determined to give him a piece of her mind, even if his broad shoulders and rogue grin leave her hot under the collar.Stone Garrett is obsessed by the beauty next door, her smart mouth and dangerous curves driving him to distraction. She's way out of his league but he's hellbent on proving he can be everything she needs and more. Passions boil over after another late night exchange ends with Stone's hand down his pretty new neighbor's impossibly short sleep shorts. But does love exist beyond their shared bedroom wall? Or are they destined to only be an unforgettable one-night stand?Warning: Heavy duty pickup trucks, chiseled, sun-kissed abs, and dusty jeans that hang just perfectly off the hips...Under Construction is a panty-melting ride through a sexy construction zone. 100% SAFE, sugary-sweet double epilogues, and a chuckle or two along the way... You'll never look at a man in a hard hat the same again! Enjoy! xo

    He doesn’t like strangers, and he doesn’t like leaving his sanctuary. Now I’m trapped here with him until the snow melts.  I see him looking at me. He tries to hide behind a gruff exterior, but I see the longing and the heat burning in his eyes. I know he wants me, and I can’t resist him. I want to feel those big, rough hands all over my body. But once he’s unleashed his raw, barely tried desire on me, will I be able to leave my mountain man behind, or will he make me his? Warning: The Smith Brothers are not just identical twins, they’re big, burly, bearded, insanely hot mountain men. They’re also sweet, and very, very dirty. Did I mention dirty?

     I keep my two worlds separate. At work, I’m King of Wall Street. The heaviest hitters in Manhattan come to me to make money. They do whatever I say because I’m always right. I’m shrewd. Exacting. Some say ruthless. At home, I’m a single dad trying to keep his fourteen year old daughter a kid for as long as possible. If my daughter does what I say, somewhere there’s a snowball surviving in hell. And nothing I say is ever right. When Harper Jayne starts as a junior researcher at my firm, the barriers between my worlds begin to dissolve. She’s the most infuriating woman I’ve ever worked with. I don’t like the way she bends over the photocopier—it makes my mouth water. I hate the way she’s so eager to do a good job—it makes my dick twitch. And I can’t stand the way she wears her hair up exposing her long neck. It makes me want to strip her naked, bend her over my desk and trail my tongue all over her body. If my two worlds are going to collide, Harper Jayne will have to learn that I don't just rule the boardroom. I’m in charge of the bedroom, too. The King of Wall Street is a sexy, stand alone, contemporary romance.

    Three margaritas, two shots, and one beer—because it was free.I think it’s important to be open and honest with your co-workers, don’t you?So here I am, being honest. Drunk but honest. Or just drunk with lust? You decide.I like you so much it’s clouding my judgment and making me do things I never would sober. Like write this letter.I have a hopeless, foolish, schoolgirl crush on you when you are the last person on earth I should be falling for. Did you know people around the office call you a sadist? An egomaniac. An insensitive, arrogant prick. Your bark is worse then your bite, and you don’t scare me. The fact is, I’d love that bite of yours to nip at my bare skin while we’re both wearing nothing but sheets.For once I want you to look at me as more than one of your employees. And as long as we're being honest, that navy blue suit you wear? With the crisp white shirt? It really makes me want to loosen your tie and show you who’s boss. Love,Sincerely,Yours.

    Six months ago, my boyfriend dumped me when I thought he might be proposing. Two weeks ago, I got drunk and joined a secret sex club. Two days ago, I had a torrid one-night stand with a stranger. Today? Well, today I’m contemplating having an affair with my boss. Matt Connover is all kinds of forbidden temptation wrapped up in a deliciously wicked package, and he’s made it clear… he’s only interested in sex. My name is McKayla Dawson but everyone calls me Mac. I work at the powerhouse firm of Connover & Crown, LLP, where the law has never felt so hot. But between you and me, I’m afraid my heart won’t survive these Legal Affairs.

    He may have wealth, but what he doesn’t have is patience—for people who include the opposite sex. Loving his solitude, Trent was taken by surprise with his need to possess his new neighbor. Lily Mason’s life is in transition. Moving in with her father and his wife and kids, she’s regretting the decision immediately. Per her father’s bidding, she knocks on the rumored curmudgeon’s door. Knock. Knock. Expecting to be snarled at, she was surprised to see a beast of a different kind. The man answered the door with just a towel around his waist and a smirk across his chiseled face. Running scared, she leaves before she can be locked away. Trent loses the opportunity to trap her in his old mansion when she flees, but he’s not giving up. Because once he gets her in his home, he’s never letting her out. Their love is instant and explosive.

     MAX She's off limits. The one girl I can't have. Of course, I don't know that when I see her for the first time and bury myself inside her. But I'm marrying her mother... a loveless marriage that means nothing to either of us, but still means Lola Grace can't be mine. I wouldn't be good for her, anyway. I play hard, and f*ck harder. I'd ruin a pretty young girl like her in mere hours. But I just can't resist... Lola Grace is too damn sweet for me to give up. LOLA GRACE My life changes when Max River walks into it. He complicates everything, making me regret ever setting eyes on his tall, inked and toned body. But at the same time, I can't let go. I know the rules. No kissing. Not touching. No talking. No f*cking. And I'm about to break every one of them. Full-length novel. Standalone, no cliffhanger. HEA guaranteed.

     Christina Lee Dodd needs Friday off work. Needs. She's up to her eyeballs in problems. One of those problems is her boss, Bill Marshall. And Bill Marshall is an a**hole. The offer he makes is textbook inappropriate. An HR nightmare. But is it wrong for her to accept? Is it wrong for her to like it? Bass-Ackwards is a filthy wrong-way romance where two human beings make more mistakes than you can shake a stick at.

    The blue-eyed man sitting next to me, even better. He was suave and intelligent. We talked and laughed, and something clicked. Fate took over and the plane was grounded, and we had an unexpected stopover for the night.With no plans, we made our own. We danced and laughed our way around Boston and had a night of crazy passion that no woman would ever forget. That was twelve months ago, and I haven’t heard from him—until today. I started a new job and met the CEO. You can imagine my surprise to see those naughty blue eyes dance with delight when he saw me across the mahogany desk. But I’m not that carefree girl anymore. My life has changed, I have responsibilities. I just got an email. He wants to see me in his office for a private meeting at 8:00 a.m. Naughty blue eyes have no place in the workplace. What kind of private meeting does he have in mind?