Somewhere along the way her dreams of stardom crashed and burned, along with her life. Thirteen years later she is forced to return to Fairbanks because her unforgiving and emotionally-distant father has suddenly died. Ryan seizes the opportunity to not only escape her abusive husband but to be able to attend her best friend's wedding. What could go wrong? It's only Fairbanks, Alaska... While wishing she was anywhere but her father's funeral and wake, Ryan is struck senseless by a stunning, drop-dead gorgeous man. Her thoughts turn carnal and she desperately wants to know him in every way and position possible. There's only one problem... He's the devil's spawn. He's the one who marked her for life. He's the kid she used to baby-sit. And he's hotter than hell! Shea Michaels has loved Ryan Chase for most of his life. After surviving an unspeakable childhood, he became a man of whom she could be proud of...if she ever came back. Now that she's returned, Shea pursues her with a vengeance, undaunted by the thirteen year age difference that Ryan uses as the shield between them. Confusion, guilt and lust bombard Ryan as she battles the memories of the little boy she used to know while still being drawn to the heart-stopping man he has become.

    One kiss, under the dark of night, in a city where no one knew us. One kiss fueled by my hormones and alcohol and the blinding grief over losing my mother. One kiss from the man I told myself was untouchable. But, it didn’t stop at one kiss. And now we are running full speed down a road with no intention of stopping. His touch disarms me. His kiss revives me. But, our love, could destroy me. *This is a taboo novel and is intended for mature audiences only.

    But it did.This wasn’t supposed to be my life. But it was.I was just a typical girl, living a typical life. Nothing was out of the ordinary until tragedy threw me into a turnstile I couldn’t see my way out of. That was, until him.I never could’ve imagined my heart falling the way it did. Hard, fast, and with unbounding beauty. The only problem? He was off limits. Forbidden. But he became my everything, and I became his, so we risked it all. It was only a matter of time until I realized that our risk came with unimaginable consequences. My name is Camellia Hale and his is David Andrews, and this is our love story.

    He isn't looking for fate. He's definitely not looking for Audrey Lind. She's pretty, far too young, and overly romantic--in short, exhausting.But when the girl, young enough to be his daughter, literally lands in his lap and asks for his expertise, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested. In her body, in her innocence, in her philosophy.In the kind of kismet that starts with kisses.But Audrey isn't looking for love either--she's looking for lessons, and she's certain Dylan knows everything she needs to learn. If he agrees to play the teacher can he keep his heart? Of course he can.Then again, he might be lying.

    She’s outspoken, brazen and wants nothing more than to escape the Nevadan hell hole that she calls home. On the brink of eighteen, with a deceased mother and a well-meaning, yet absent father, she is forced to fend for herself. The only person she’s ever had to depend on is her borderline obsessive stepbrother, Ryan. But, what used to be her anchor is quickly becoming a loose cannon. When Remi gets the opportunity to attend the best private school in the state during her senior year of high school, she jumps at the chance. Then she meets Mr. James. Ornery, aloof, and totally irresistible. Most girls would swoon in secrecy. Most girls would doodle his name with hearts in their notebook. But Remi Stringer has never been like most girls.

    But this is no ordinary castle. It’s called Heartstone Psychiatric hospital and it houses forty other patients. It has nurses with mean faces and techs with permanent frowns.It has a man, as well. A man who is cold and distant. Whose voice drips with authority. And whose piercing gray eyes hide secrets, and maybe linger on her face a second too long. Willow isn’t supposed to look deep into those eyes. She isn’t supposed to try to read his tightly leashed emotions. And neither is she supposed to touch herself at night, imagining his powerful voice and that cold but beautiful face.No, Willow Taylor shouldn’t be attracted to Simon Blackwood, at all. Because she’s a patient and he’s her doctor. Her psychiatrist. The medicine man. WARNING: This book discusses sensitive issues including but not limited to, depression and suicide.

    I’m struggling through burnout and hiding out from the entire world.When we both hide out at the same cabin far away from everyone else, a mutual attraction blooms between us.I know it’s wrong, but it’s impossible to stop touching her once I start. And worse, I don’t want to let her go...

    Sexy and charming, he was the whole package. After a weekend fling, we parted ways and I thought I’d never see him again.But I remembered him. I remembered him very well.How could I forget the father of my daughter?Now, I’ve been hired to take photos at an engagement party, and guess who’s the fiancé?Noah.I want him, but I have to stay away.NoahI met Jessica ‘down under’ four years ago. She was my kind of girl--- curvy, hot, adventurous and I wanted more.But I had to go back home and take care of my father’s business. So I kissed her goodbye and that was it.Only it wasn’t.Now, Jessica’s back in the picture--actually, I’m the one in the picture: She’s been hired as the photographer for my engagement party. Talk about the irony.Seeing her again makes me realize I’m living a lie.Is it too late for a game-changer?Picture Perfect is a 40k word, standalone novella with plenty of steam, no cheating and an HEA. For adult readers 18+.

     I've always been a businessman. It's in my blood. It defines me. Well, that and being a single dad. My daughter is the only thing I prize above money. And I want to be the role model she deserves. But when I'm suddenly on the verge of bankruptcy, the s#!t hits the fan. And in more ways than one. Maybe that's why I turned to my new secretary - to fuck away my troubled thoughts. Elena Hayes. Twenty-four, fresh out of college, green eyes, tall, curvy, smart… No man in my position could resist all that. I knew she was off-limits. She knew I was bad for her. But that didn't stop us… Until the test with the two pink little lines. I want to support Elena. I want this baby. But I have a dark past that isn't done toying with me yet…

    

    But he’s stunned when the “girl” turns out to be a twenty-seven-year-old American beauty, Fiona Nadide.According to a secret stipulation in her father’s will, Fiona will not obtain her inheritance and be free from guardianship unless she marries before her 28th birthday. But to Fiona, arranged marriages are archaic. She has absolutely no intention of getting married, and certainly not to a man handpicked by Bashar. The truth is, the only man she’s interested in is her smouldering guardian.As his ward, Fiona is strictly off limits to Bashar, and his advisors would be shocked if they knew where his thoughts about Fiona were drifting. Problem is, Bas can’t stop wishing he could have her for himself.

    The dancing and giggling, the shrieking and frolicking. His name tumbling from their lips in ecstasy loud and clear through the thin wall that separates us.I’ve tried knocking, politely, asking him to keep it down.“Quit it, little princess, unless you want me to go over there and paddle you,” he thundered in response.I’m an innocent country gal, I’ve never been touched.He’s an infamous big city beast. Respected by men. Desired by women.I hate him for corrupting me. For igniting these wild flames within me.I grab my bedsheets, clench my fists and bite my lower lip. I punch my pillow to keep from screaming.I hate him.I crave him.

    I've worked way too hard, avoiding classes taught by pompous literary professors who have nothing better to do than assign busywork.It turns out Professor Grant is the worst offender of them all, and he isn't letting me off easy. Well, he's in for a surprise.Sure, the silver fox look he's rocking turns me on, and yes, unfortunately, he's built as he can f*ck you into next week, but I don't care.I want him gone. Fired. Disintegrated from existence.That is until he touches me, teases me, and challenges me as no professor has before.Now, I'm not so sure I want him out of my life.I'm starting to get used to the way he shows up at my apartment unannounced. The way he calls me spoiled whenever I complain about my assignments and damn it all to hell, even that annoying, haughty look he gives me before burying his c*ck inside me.I never thought this would happen, but Professor Grant might be one assignment I'm willing to do the extra work for this year.

    The bold warning that blared like sirens around me at the indecent attraction for my roommate’s father. It was improper and forbidden. I was hungry for attention. Determined. And he was an appetite that needed to be fulfilled. I told myself just once, but now that I’ve gotten a taste, there’s no turning back now. She made a mistake taunting me. Thinking she could handle a man like myself. I shouldn’t have allowed her so close. A stronger man would have denied her. But I’m a bad bad man. And if I had any willpower of staying away from this illicit attraction…It’s gone now.