Experience the BOOM! all over again in this action-packed novella of insta-love and suspense brought to you from author C.P. Smith!

    Could it be that after so many stormy years, "slick Mitch" Carradine wants to offer an olive branch? Maybe the old man is mellowing, settling down with the new lover he's bringing along. Then Alex realizes the acid truth. This is no warm family visit. His father's new conquest is none other than the woman of Alex's sexual fantasies, meant only to dangle tauntingly in front of his face. At least an unexpected blizzard has frozen his father out of the picture entirely.Angeline Kastakis was looking forward to taking the next step in her relationship with Mitch. Too late, she realizes she's been led into a familial battle zone. Now it's Christmas and she's marooned in a blizzard with an insolent, gorgeous hunk of man whose blazing blue eyes tell her loud and clear he wants her in his bed. Preferably tied to it with a bow. There's no escape in sight. But as Alex stirs her secret longing to be mastered by a man, escape is the last thing on her mind...Warning: This book contains scenes of sensual submission hot enough to make you sweat in a blizzard.

    Never at a loss for words, Kenna is nonetheless rendered speechless by the gorgeous, hard-bodied and utterly inexperienced Army Major that lands in her passenger seat. Outraged by Beck’s lack of a welcome home after seven long years overseas, Kenna takes matters into her own hands, giving Beck something he’s only ever fantasized about in his bunk. Beck has never shied away from a test of will and Kenna gives new meaning to the word challenge. One problem? Kenna’s father is the Lieutenant General presenting Beck with a Silver Star and Beck is determined to treat Kenna with the respect she deserves. Kenna has other ideas, however, tempting Beck’s resolve at every turn. But how long can one lonely, starving man hope to resist the woman he craves? **The Major's Welcome Home originally appeared in the OFF BASE anthology under the title OFF BASE: BECK AND KENNA**

    When a sexy, British, giant gentleman crashes her boring evening plans, she can’t do much but hold on tight as a tidal wave of lust sweeps her under. Aston Henley has money and power written all over his big body, he keeps everyone he meets at arm’s length and his imposing stature scares everybody off. His black-and-white life lacks passion and desire, he is always traveling for work and settling down is the furthest thing from his mind, but everything changes in an instant when he gazes for the first time into a pair of dark eyes that pierce him to the marrow.There’s nothing he can’t do but dive head first into a whirlwind of all-encompassing, raunchy love.This is more than a one-night-stand: there is an unstoppable, devastating pull between them and there’s nothing they can do to resist it. They don’t understand the power of the electrical current linking them and making them want to touch, taste, own and never let go of the other, but they can’t deny it’s there.Dear Reader:This is a smutty-adorable novella with NO cheating and a guaranteed HEA that takes the concept of Love at first sight and just runs wild with it, so brace yourself and don’t say I didn’t warn you *wink-wink*Aston is Big, British and an all-around Alpha Billionaire it doesn’t get any better than that and he is all yours, if you can bear to share him with Lara and watch him go all caveman on her.We are talking about over-the-top, ridiculously steamy and fast insta-love that never misses a chance to be hot, dirty and so sugary-sweet you’ll need to see your dentist when you finish reading this. Please note that Devastatingly Desirable is part of the ‘In love in a New York Minute’ trilogy, each one of the stories focuses only on one couple and there are no cliffhangers but going through them in order can provide a better reading experience.

    She was out with some jerk who treated her like garbage, and she let him. But I put a stop to that right away. She knows I’m the kingpin, the Devil of Miami, and thinks I only want her for one night, when really I’m planning on making her my wife.She doesn’t believe that I can love her. But I’ll make her see that she deserves the world, even if I have to break her down into pieces and rebuild her to do it. She belongs to me now, even if she doesn’t know it yet. This devil’s found his angel…

    Until, my fiancé broke up with me for being too boring. He actually said that. After a few glasses of rosé and a tear-stained pity party, My best friend dares me to redeem myself, By getting my first tattoo at the shop, Stick and Poke, right down the street. I was expecting to be nervous. I was expecting to be in pain. What I wasn’t expecting was to melt for hulking tattoo artist, Reed Fallon. But with an exciting life like his, He’d never go for a “boring” girl like me. Right? Reed: The curvy goddess walks in front of my tattoo shop at the same time, every day. I always make it a point to be up front so I don’t miss her. She’s never stopped in; she’s never even looked in my direction. But I see her. The fast life of a tattoo artist is wearing me down. I’m done with party girl groupies. I want a real woman who I can depend on. And something tells me that my mystery dream girl is a great candidate. Except that when she finally comes into my shop, She’s nothing like I expected. Stick and Poke is sweet and steamy SHORT romance featuring an OTT Possessive Alpha Hero who'll do anything to claim his curvy BBW heroine. It's the perfect one hour read when you're on the go or just need a high heat quickie romance to hold you over. If you love a brooding bad boy hero, or an NYC contemporary romance this is the amazon kindle short reads (90 minutes) for you. (Fun Fact: Stick and Poke is the name of a tattooing technique!) **HEA guaranteed in this standalone romance with NO CLIFFHANGER!**

    I wanted something new, an experience that I’d remember for the rest of my life. After a week in my new home, I’d gotten a waitress job and associated myself with the residents and the lay of the land. Things weren’t… complicated, and I knew I’d made the right decision. Conflict, indecision, and shifting emotions was definitely not what I needed or wanted.Until I met him. Cyrus “Bear” Grille was big and strong, an MC Nomad that made every feminine part of me come alive like a fire burned brightly in my body.He’s the last thing I need, a complication that would surely twist up my emotions and tangle with my heart.But I can’t stop my interest or curiosity in me where he was concerned. And it looked like fate was ready to make the decision for me.When a snowstorm causes me to crash, he’s the one to rescue me. I found myself in his cabin, isolated from everything, the snow sealing us in indefinitely, and I couldn't find anything wrong with the situation.It felt right.I knew I was on a new path, one where I’d experience things that would rival the former ones. And I was going to jump headfirst into whatever this electrical chemistry was that claimed both of us.He wanted me, and I was going to give myself to Bear in every way he wanted.Lena's note: I know you like them fast and right to the point so don’t worry, this one gives you all the goods but with a decades long celibate hero, a virgin heroine, and all the romantic filth to whet your appetite! Enjoy this good old-fashioned safe smut-fest.*blurb unedited and not finalized.

    Wait a few days until it goes for free! Logan and Lauren--A 2014 Holiday Special--A stand alone short story EXCERPT: With the contractor gone, Logan turned back to Lauren, who was avoiding eye contact with him as she wiped the dust from her hands onto the back of her blue jean shorts. Shorts, for god’s sake . . . which she’d probably put on that morning, not giving a single thought to the strange man she was about to let enter the house. This just kept getting worse and worse; Logan felt his temperature kick up another notch as disbelief at her actions held him in its grip. Did she have to have such a trusting nature? Would she never learn? Did she think the world was one huge, safe playground? Somewhere in the furthest recesses of his mind, the knowledge that he wasn’t giving her enough credit entered his head; his wife was incredibly brilliant and capable, but he refused to allow the thought to soothe him. He was angry, probably more angry than he’d ever been in his life, and the reason was because she had scared him half-to-freaking-death, and that was the only thing he could concentrate on at the moment. While he held himself still, trying to breathe evenly, trying to get his raging emotions under control, he ran his gaze over her, up and down, just to make sure she was all in one piece. Her tongue shot out to lick her lips and despite his anger, he felt a bolt of white-hot lightning pierce his guts. He could clearly see that she knew he was angry; her lips quivered before she spoke. “Hi, babe . . . you’re home early.” Ahhh…so his little wife was feeling a bit apprehensive at this point and well she should be. His lips flattened as he took a single step toward her. “Sure am. What ‘ya doing, hon?” he spoke the words way too innocuously, allowing his tone to ring with sarcasm. “N-nothing.” He took another two steps forward and she quickly stepped back, bumping the back of her head on the slanted beam behind her. He winced for her and came to a halt; no matter how furious he was, he didn’t want her to hurt herself. “It didn’t look like ‘nothing’, babe,” he replied slowly. “No, it’s just the . . . just the—” her words trailed off as she motioned behind her toward where she’d been on the floor only moments ago. Logan didn’t take his eyes from her to see what she might be indicating. “Just the what?” She shook her head, as if she had no idea what to say. He took a deep breath and blew it out. “Lauren. Come here.” She glanced away before looking back at him. “No, I’m good.” At her denial, he felt his insides electrify with aggression, but he attempted to keep a cool head, even as the heated blood roaring through his veins reminded him he was on a short leash. “Come here, baby.” She licked her lips. “Are you mad?” He took another slow, deep breath. Yeah, he was mad. “Why would I be mad?” he asked a little too sarcastically as he placed his hands on the rafter above his head, feeling his biceps bulge against his short-sleeve t-shirt.