I still hold the league shutout record. But you snuck between my legs and now I can’t get you out of my head.” BECKETT Lucy Solomon showed up to watch a hockey game in a luxury box wearing jeans and a hoodie, and she didn't give a puck who I was. Now the hotter it gets between us the better my team does on the ice, and I'm getting superstitious. I'm not skating around my feelings--I want to win the playoffs, and I want Lucy, but something's gotta give. LUCY After being in a grad school cave for two years, it made sense that I'd be drawn to a Neanderthal. I melted for Beckett Hallstrom's brazen moves and boyish charm when we first met, but things exploded when I found out who he really was. Beck wants me to be his good luck charm, but the press is relentless and now my career is in jeopardy. Every competition has a loser and I'm afraid it's going to be me losing my heart. THE SIN BIN is a fast and feverish standalone sports romance novella, where high sticking is totally allowed.

    Some mark their destruction; others their moments of glory. Every single moment in our lives has led us to right now. A war has begun. We lost one battle. That’s not going to happen again. We’ve waited, we’ve investigated, we’ve planned, and now we’re going to get our revenge. War is not always loud and explosive. Sometimes it’s silent and deadly. It’s patient and dangerous and mad as hell. She’s the only thing that matters, and they’ve threatened her. She can’t be mine, but that doesn’t mean I won’t destroy them. For her. Vengeance is coming. His name is Bull. GWENDOLYN He’s mean and rude and the biggest man I’ve ever seen. He is my protector. He comes every night, I don’t know why, but to me, it doesn’t matter. He sits out in the dark like some fallen angel. Four of them showed up out of nowhere, but he’s mine. I like to think so anyway, but he doesn’t even see me. Something is happening, they won’t tell me what it is, but I’m sure it’s bad. They have secrets, but so do I. Get ready, Bull, I’m coming for you. You want a war? You’ve got one, and I don’t fight fair. **Due to adult situations and strong language, not suitable for individuals under 18. Horror, menage, MFM**

    She makes me feel things no other woman has ever made me feel. In bed, she rocks me like a punch to head and leaves me flat of my back begging for more. But she has a secret, something she isn't telling me, and when I discover what that secret is, people are going to get hurt. Some who deserve it, some who do not. Either way, I'm willing to fight for the woman I love, even if it turns my brain and heart to mush.

     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.

    Sexy Stranger is more appealing. And when he speaks—in that British accent—it’s a done deal. Every American woman has a hot British guy fantasy. Well, most do. I haven't taken a poll or anything, but I’m pretty sure it’s a fact.  Except… You know that saying about best-laid plans? Good, because I don’t either, but I assume they go awry.Like my one night stand…

    It was not supposed to turn into a f*cking trap, imprisoning in the middle of nowhere during a blizzard. Matters shift from bad to worse when I find myself stranded and dependent on her. Lena, the beautiful but impertinent small town girl who offers me shelter. We didn’t get off to a good start, but now we’re forced to ride out this damn blizzard together, trapped in her strange house, snapping at each other and bantering back and forth like an old couple, even though we just met.It may be the alluring depth of sadness in her ocean blue eyes, her flawless porcelain skin, or the sweet and tantalizing lure of the mulled wine she’s making – but something tells me, she’s ready to take what I have to offer. She’s not sassy by default, but she’s awaking the monster in me.And there’s nowhere for either of us to run.

    Walking into a strip club and asking for an audition certainly qualifies as desperate, but when her mom's battle with cancer ends months before Angelica is due to start college, she doesn't feel like she has much choice. The moment Morgan Cadwell sees her on his stage, he knows she's the one woman who could make him break all the rules. There's no way he's going to let Angelica dance for other men, so he hires her as his live-in personal assistant instead.Morgan's offer lets Angelica keep her clothes on...but little does she know that, in the end, he'll make her bare her soul instead.

    I call it clever research.It gets me what I want and when I want it.When I get bored, I move on.My system works like a charm…Until a little ray of SUNSHINE shows up.***Dating is nonexistent for me.I’m quirky, silly, and inexperienced.This means my romantic life is certainly lacking.I don’t date because no one’s interested.Some say I’m an independent woman who doesn’t need a man.But I know I’m on the fast track to becoming a lonely cat lady.How many cats are too many cats anyway?My boring world stays that way…Until my future stepmother’s STALKER shows up.

    The man who’ll do all the things she’s only fantasized about…James Hunter has never worked for a damn thing. Why would he? He’s got his daddy’s money, his pretty face, and more women than he knows what to do with. On paper, he’s a businessman, but his true profession is keeping girls from thinking he’ll ever marry them.“This book was crazy insanely blazingly dirty filthy hot!” - Mandy, Goodreads reviewWhen James’ cousin sets him up with her yoga teacher, he’s more than down. What man wouldn’t want to break in a starry-eyed submissive? Especially one as innocent and beautiful as Charlotte? But he hadn’t counted on her being perfectly suited to his needs. She does anything he wants, even better than he could hope for. He'll spend every dollar he has to keep her in his bed, but how can he protect his heart?“Sexy, sweet, steamy, erotic and perfect in every way!” - Beanimous, romance blogger

    Right now, that includes every person in this building of the company I just bought. I stop at nothing once I’ve decided I’m taking something.And then she showed up... full of spitfire just for me, the man she's decided is her worst enemy. Like I said, I stop at nothing once I’ve decided I’m taking something. This pretty little thing just moved to the top of my "must acquire" list.

    Yeah, that Barrett Callahan—the one the press dubbed “Bare” after those naked sexting pictures surfaced. At twenty-five, I was armed with an MBA from Harvard, an executive position at my father’s Fortune 500 company, a penthouse, and a different piece of delectable eye candy in my bed every weekend. I had a life most men dreamed of. But then my father decided to run for president, and my playboy lifestyle became a liability to his campaign that was built on family values. My “makeover” comes in the form of a fake fiancée who I don't even get to choose--one who is an uptight, choirgirl acting priss but also sexy-as-hell. AddisonMy latest relationship had gone down in flames, and I was drowning in a sea of student loans when in true Godfather status, James Callahan made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Seven figures for seven months on the campaign trail pretending to be the adoring fiancée of his son, Barrett. As soon as he won the election, our engagement would be dissolved amicably for the press, I was free to ride off into the sunset a million dollars richer, and because of the NDA, no one would be the wiser. Sure, I’d never met the guy, but I’d been a theater nerd in high school. I could pull off any role from Lady Macbeth to Maria Von Trapp. But that was before I met my fake fiancé—the infuriating, self-absorbed, egotistical, drop-dead-sexy King of the Manwhores. The race will be a fight to the death finish, and that’s not even the actual campaign.

    Billionaire. Bad boy. And dangerously sexy. He was everything I craved, and nothing I needed. Unfortunately, I couldn’t just avoid him. The higher ups at my company decided they needed his business, and I was on the team to bring him in. Vincent Sorenson didn’t seem as interested in business as he was in me, but I knew that was a door better left unopened. If I got involved with him, it would only unearth the pain I spent years trying to bury.I thought I had it under control, but I seriously underestimated Vincent’s seductive charm and silver-tongue. I would soon find out how delicious it would feel to let myself fall into this forbidden surrender.

    I’ve never had an “O”… Now a mysterious stranger is making me an offer… And I can't wait to say: Yes! My name? Mr. No “O.” I specialize in women's secrets. No shame. No guilt. No rules. Well… One rule. No touching. I can't risk being hurt again. I'll get you off. That's a promise. But only through the phone. You'll never see me, never know who I am. But that's what makes it so good. I learned Erin's secret along with the rest of the world, And promised to help her. The closer Erin gets, the closer I come to forgetting my grief. Maybe I deserve be touched… Maybe t’s time Erin screamed my real name. Mr. Oh-Oh-Oh My God…

    The one I shouldn't want, shouldn't crave, the one who could destroy my carefully built life.Hagen Lykaios was the essence of sin, indulgence, and danger - everything I knew to avoid.All it took was one unexpected touch, and he consumed me, left me begging, needy, and hungry for more.He said if I entered his world he would corrupt me, own me, and change all that I had ever known...and you know what? I went anyway.

    Or so she thought until Nash Bennett almost killed her. Well, not really, but Shelby doesn’t care. Ever since she met Nash by accident, her life is rolling down hill, fast. Her latest string of bad luck is sucking the life out of her, and Nash won’t go away. Shelby thought life was grand, she has a great job and her trusty B.O.B, and a medling best friend, but she never realized what she was missing until Nash. Nash is an EMT with the Charleston Fire Department and feels so bad about almost killing Shelby, though he knows that’s an overstatement. Then a real accident brings them closer together and he can’t seem to stay away from her. Something about her draws her to him and he won’t stop until he has her underneath him. Will Nash steal her heart away from B.O.B? Or will he breach her trust and send her running back to her trusty sidekick? Will Shelby give her heart away and still hang onto her independence? Or will disaster strike before she can make up her fickle mind?