Against all common sense, Ashlyn’s drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Perhaps it’s that he’s so incredibly male, and even handcuffed to his hospital bed he could pass for a cologne ad – Scent de Insanity. Or perhaps it’s because she’s spent too many lonely nights studying. Either way, she’s determined to help him solve the mystery of his past. She begins to unravel who he was before, using his cryptic tattoos, and his paintings that scream of a dark past as her only clues. When she finally learns his secret there’s no telling which one is the real him, the gentle lover she’s fallen for or the troubled man with a dark past.UNRAVEL ME is a contemporary erotic romance.

    Get a taste with this novella, Strong Enough to Love....Photographer Eve Hill was completely comfortable being single. Or at the very least, she was completely resigned to it. There was only one man who made every nerve in her body and brain light up when he walked into a room. But Brian Stewart had always been off limits. Hell, she'd never even kissed him!For Brian, returning to Jackson Hole feels like coming home. But that has nothing to do with the town. It's Eve drawing him back. Eve and the chance to finally see if they have something or if it's all been in his imagination.Eve doesn't think she can open her heart to Brian again after getting hurt so badly before, though her body still wants him. She offers Brian one night to fulfill their long-denied fantasies, and that's it. No love or promises, just a chance to get their attraction out of their systems. But can one night really be enough?Return to Jackson Hole for more steamy romance by Victoria Dahl in Close Enough to Touch, Too Hot to Handle and So Tough to Tame.

     That should have been a warning. An MMA champion, trainer, and philanthropist, but not a man who gives up easily, Mason is trouble dipped in ink and covered in muscle. Growing up in foster care, I'm well aware that relationships are temporary, and I do my best to avoid them. After a sheet clenching one night stand, I'm happy to move on, but Mason pursues me relentlessly. Sweet, caring, protective, and at times, a bossy control freak, this persistent man has climbed inside my heart, and I can’t seem to shake him. After saving me from a life threatening situation, he’s also won something much harder to obtain. My trust. But does he deserve it? Is his true face the one he shows the world? Or is his charitable, loving manner only a thin veneer? This book contains sexual situations and is intended for ages 18 and older.

    But that’s only part of who he is.Interior designer, Noel Livingston, continues her quest to expand her business relationship with business mogul, Nicholas St. Clair, a relationship that began in Denver, Colorado. When she travels to Las Vegas, Noel learns there is much more to Nicholas than meets the eye. His lifestyle is dangerous and risky and intriguing. He is a mafioso.Accepting new things is hard for Noel. Accepting this part of who Nick is, is even harder. Yet, there’s a fiery spark between them, a passionate, sexual tension that neither can deny. His presence is compelling and unrelenting, and Noel finds it hard to resist the pull on her heart. Nicholas fights for what he believes in and fiercely protects the ones he loves. He has staked his claim on Noel and marked her as his own. Nicholas will not be denied.This is a standalone that ends with a HEA. This is the continuation of Noel and Nicholas' story from St. Clair’s Silent Night.

     And the bastard has invited me to his wedding to rub it in my face. But I need this. For closure, or so I tell myself. It’s past time to heal already. A good-looking Park Ranger with a chip on his shoulder just happens to show up in my life. And his timing couldn’t be better. I need some help getting under my ex’s skin. I’ll work on letting go later. He needs to know what he lost and that I’ve moved on. Forever. All lies, but the wheels in my head are turning. If I attend the wedding with a handsome mountain man, my ex’s head will spin. I just have to convince this new stranger a be my fake fiancé for the weekend. And then I have to NOT fall in love with the guy.

    That one person who blew through our lives, their presence forever stamped on our psyche. They linger in our thoughts, in our hearts, and in the decisions we make. A soul crusher or a dream maker, depending on the perspective.My person is MISTER BLACK. I didn’t know him by that name when I first met him. I didn’t know him at all, but the impression he left behind was just as powerful as the name I call him today.He is Black: a deadly enforcer and masterful seducer.I am Red: a justice bleeder and willing participant.Together we are passion. Colors colliding through each other’s lives. When our secrets converge in a passionate encounter, stepping out of the shadows just might be worth the risk.

     Yulia Tzakova is no stranger to dangerous men. She grew up with them. She survived them. But when she meets Lucas Kent, she knows the hard ex-soldier may be the most dangerous of them all. One night—that’s all it should be. A chance to make up for a failed assignment and get information on Kent’s arms dealer boss. When his plane goes down, it should be the end. Instead, it's just the beginning. He wants her from the first moment he sees her. Lucas Kent has always liked leggy blondes, and Yulia Tzakova is as beautiful as they come. The Russian interpreter might’ve tried to seduce his boss, but she ends up in Lucas’s bed—and he has every intention of seeing her there again. Then his plane goes down, and he learns the truth. She betrayed him. Now she will pay.

    Each book in this series comes with a guaranteed HEA and no cliff-hangers.***

    At eighteen, our affair was wild and completely secret. Until she left town for college and a better life, and I hit the road to nowhere. Eight years later, we're both back in town. My father is in prison; Emily is selflessly helping her sister. We should be farther apart than we've ever been. But I've never been able to resist temptation, especially when that temptation is Emily. I shouldn't go near her. But I do. She shouldn't say yes. But she does. Our chemistry is hotter than ever, but she's hiding something from me. Just like I'm hiding something from her. It's hard to tell whose secrets are more dangerous, until it all goes to hell. I can save her - and she can save me. But we'll have to break the rules. We're from different worlds. We don't belong together. But in the end, Emily and I are going to have to get dirty.

    My life was turned upside down the day I was told I had to marry Lorenzo Montorini--the heir of the Montorini crime family. A man with a NEED for control. A NEED for an heir. And I was going to be the mother of that child. They say no one’s happier than a bride on her wedding day. They lied. Oh, I smiled through it all but inside, I wanted to scream. I never asked to be married. Especially not to Lorenzo Montorini. I don’t care that he’s got a smile to die for. I don't care that his body is tempting me to touch him. I don’t care that our marriage is the only thing keeping our families from war. All I wanted was to scream no. To take my own life back. But when the priest asked if I will take this man to be my husband. The only words that came out were “I do.” And from the moment Lorenzo slipped the ring on my finger, I knew. There was no way he would ever let me go. Touch Me Bad Boy is a full-length, standalone romance novel with steamy hot sex, strong language, a happily ever after ending, and NO CLIFFHANGERS.

     Embattled CEO and newly-widowed Stephanie Kerrigan also cares about exactly three things: keeping control of the family business that her board of directors is hellbent on taking away from her, having a baby, and winning the lawsuit Ethan Webb has filed against her. What was Stephanie’s crime? Being married to Pete’s scumbag father. His dead father. So after spending less than an hour with her, what possible reason could Ethan have to suddenly ask Stephanie to marry him? And why in the world would she agree? That’s easy: extreme mutual need. Besides, it’s only for a few weeks. There’s no need for it to get complicated. Until it does.

    Just when she doesn't think things could get any worse, they do. When her car stalls out at a busy intersection and she gets out to check under the hood, a guy steals her car. Armed with a dress and a pair of Chucks, Avery runs after the thief. When a hot stranger offers to help, she can't say no. That's how Avery meets Sean Ferro, the totally sexy, totally damaged guy with more secrets than she has time for.Avery doesn't have time for anything anymore. Her is life falling apart and it's not just the car. It's everything, and it doesn't matter how tightly she tries to hold on, there's nothing left to hold on to. With the sudden death of her parents, it's only a matter of months until Avery's shot at college is gone, and she's living in a cardboard box. Other students have their families to rely on when things get bad. Avery has no one. But there's one option, one incredibly sexy, morally devoid, option. If Avery takes a job as a call girl, one guy could save her. One client. One time. She just has to say yes.

     The words are tattooed on my skin, just as they’re branded on my heart. But I never planned for Sergeant Lincoln Asher, a man as deceptive as he is cold. His dominance sets my teeth on edge . . . and my body on fire. He won’t stop until I’m his, but I’m not his to take. My secrets bind me—and blind me. I live in the shadows of New Orleans. Hidden and protected in the underworld I call home. I know who I am. I vow never to kneel before a man... Save one. And he will be my downfall.

    The second he sees Lydia on his doorstep, he knows he has to have her, and he’s determined to make it happen.Electricity surges between them as soon as they lock eyes, but there’s a problem… Lorenzo’s in the mafia, and his sister, Bianca, is determined not to let her brother become distracted from his work. After all, their lives depend on it.At just 21, Lydia has no experience with men, but the chemistry connecting her to Lorenzo takes over: she doesn’t need to know a thing. Every fiber of her body knows what to do.Lorenzo knows there’s a danger in investing everything in one girl, but he’s never been more sure of anything: this woman should be his, and he’s going to make it happen… no matter what the cost.Dive into breathless passion as Lorenzo prepares to sacrifice his whole life to make sure Lydia belongs to no one but him.Claimed by the Italian is a steamy instalove possessive alpha romance with a satisfying HEA. No cheating, no cliffhangers… just next-level passion and a story burning with desire.

    Seriously. The guy is like a potassium addict. Of course, I touched it. If you want to get technical, I actually put it in my mouth. I chewed it up, too... I even swallowed.I know. Bad, bad, girl.Then I saw him, and believe it or not, choking on a guy's banana does not make the best first impression. I should backtrack a little here. Before I ever touched a billionaire’s banana, I got my first real assignment as a business reporter. This wasn’t the same old bottom-of-the-barrel assignment I always got. I wasn’t going to interview a garbage man about his favorite routes or write a piece on how picking up dog poop from people’s yards is the next big thing. Nope. None of the above, thank you very much.This was my big break. My chance to prove I wasn’t a bumbling, clumsy, accident-prone walking disaster. I was infiltrating Galleon Enterprises to follow up on suspicions of corruption. Cue the James Bond music.I could do this. All I had to do was land the position as an intern and nail my interview with Bruce Chamberson.Forget the fact that he looked like somebody carved him out of liquid female desire, then sprinkled on some "makes men question their sexuality" for good measure. I needed to make this work. No accidents. No disasters. No clumsiness. All I needed to do was hold it together for less than an hour.Fast forward to the conference room before the interview, and that's where you would find me with a banana in my hand. A banana that literally had his name on it in big, black sharpie. It was a few seconds later when he walked in and caught me yellow-handed. A few seconds after that was when he hired me. Yeah. I know. It didn't seem like a good sign to me, either.