Arrogant. Reckless playboy.I've been called worse, and I've never cared about anything but myself.Until the day my father died. I'm the sole inheritor of his record company. His legacy means the world to me, but in just a few months I've managed to lose every artist on his label.I'm screwed, but then I see her videos on Instagram.Amina Richards' voice is the answer to all my troubles. One quick contract later, and we're in business. Except... I can't focus on working with her because I'm busy fantasizing about how soft her lips feel.Sleeping with her is the only way to cleanse her from my system.I get my wish. And it turns out I'm wrong.One night together and I'm addicted to this woman. Mixing business with pleasure is fine with me, but Amina is terrified of wrecking her new career.She says she's had enough bad boys like me in her life.All I have to say to that is...What's one more?

    I knew how much trouble Summer could cause me once she was, in her words, “legal.” She wouldn’t accept that being my best friend’s sister meant she was governed by another set of laws. She was the forbidden fruit.The “off-limits” trophy prize I couldn’t win.The “don’t look and sure as hell don’t touch” female in my life.But Summer pushed until I was backed into a corner. My hands and mouth had nowhere to go but on her. That was my story, and I was stickin’ to it.SUMMERI’d known Colton Graham all my life, and he was always a pest … until he wasn’t. That handsome face and masculine body he grew into became hard to look away from, and the more he matured and distanced himself from me, the more I wanted him close.Since I’d grown up with a brother, I knew how college guys operated. Relationships were off the table, and fine by me; I only wanted two adventurous months with Colton. I knew he wouldn’t be my last, but I was hell-bent on making him my first. What was the harm in that? I could do casual … or so I thought.Summer Trouble is a Ruby Romp Novella, meaning it contains insta-lust, along with an abundance of dirty talk and graphic sex. It can typically be enjoyed in one reading, so get ready for a fast-paced “get your panties wet” ride.

    Inside its walls are many things that belong to me — my books, the china from my mother on my wedding day, the beautiful cage once home to two birds, now empty, just like me.And a man.A man who also belongs to me.A man I no longer wish to keep.A man who, no doubt, has not slept, though the sun is rising. Because the house where he waits is where I laid my head to rest every night for eight years. Until last night.No one who knows me would believe Charlie Pierce, the quiet, bookish girl who never made waves is pulling out of the driveway of a man who isn’t her husband.But they don’t know me at all.I don’t even know me.Not anymore.They say there are two sides to every story, and I suppose in most cases, that’s true. But the one I live inside of? It has three.On the northeast side of town, there is a house.But there is no longer a home.

     We had everything, the kind of love that only exists in fairy tales. Our love was stronger than the homes my husband builds until the walls of our marriage began crumbling around us. Slowly, everything began slipping away. When the weight of everything came crashing down on me, Harley was there. I found solace in his crisp blue eyes that mirrored calm ocean waves, the kind that could wash away the sadness in my marriage. Falling for his best friend is dangerous, it could ruin things. We’re risking everything: our friendship, their friendship, and my husband’s trust. Even with the possibility of broken hearts all the way around, I can’t seem to stop. I love both of them. Could this all end badly or could this be the beginning of something new? Please note that this book does contain some cheating.

    Shen comes a new, star-crossed lovers romance about loss, love, and meeting The One when you are too young to know how to keep them. Sometimes you meet people who are out of this world, so you make them a part of yours. A one-night stand born from vengeance in a foreign land. An explosive chemistry neither of us could deny. We signed a contract on the back of a Boar’s Head Pub napkin that said if we ever met again, we would drop everything and be together. Eight years and thousands of miles later, he’s here. In New York. And he’s America’s music obsession. The intangible Irish poet who brings record executives to their knees. The blizzard in my perfect, unshaken snow globe. Last time we spoke, he was a beggar with no intention of becoming a king. But a king he became, and now I’m his servant. I’m not the same broken princess Malachy Doherty put back together with his callused hands. I have a career I love. A boyfriend I adore. An apartment, a roommate, a life. I changed. He changed, too. But Mal kept the napkin. Question is, will I keep my word?

    Pour the sweet tea and get ready… “The best way to get over your sh**ty ex-fiancé is to get under a shiny new stud…” As soon as Mr. Tall, Blond, and Handsome walks into that bar, I know he’s the hook-up I need to get over stupid Cheater Kyle. A few stolen kisses in a dark hallway, and I’m pretty sure we’re headed for a home run—until he disappears without a trace.Whatever. Men are all snakes in the grass, and I don’t need a new one anyway.I resolve to forget about his perfect lips (and chest of steel) and instead focus on turning my Granny’s old beach house into a profitable B&B. What I don’t expect is for him to show up the next day in my kitchen!You see, my sexy mystery man is none other than Jax Roland, the drop-dead gorgeous home improvement star of The Right Stud, and he’s got an offer I can’t refuse.With a suitcase in one hand and a hammer in the other, he wants to move in and renovate my old house while he films his new show.But my roommate has secrets, and they threaten to rip our blossoming friendship—and possible love—apart. When push comes to shove, is Jax really The Right Stud or is he just another nail in the coffin of love?

    She has memories to hold on to. Who will win this clash of wills?As newly minted CEO of the Pennington’s enterprise, I’m thrust into the big shoes my late father left for his only son. My first task: Convince a certain stubborn metaphysical shop owner to sell the last piece of property needed to build our new superstore.But she isn’t giving in.I’m prepared to take Gretchen Laughlin down, until I meet her. Then, it all falls apart. Those bewitching mossy eyes, that snappish tongue, and her utter lack of intimidation has me torn and twisted, leading me to make a choice... the legacy or the girl.I can’t have both. Or can I?There’s only one way to find out.

    He was the artist upstairs with the tantalizing smile and laughing eyes.He was the devil inviting me to sin, seducing me to dance in the bright moonlight.He was desire and need.When he touched me, my body sang. My soul came alive.But I belonged to another man, and he didn't want to let me go.

    Dr. Single Dad has like no cliffhangers or cheating, but it was still a really angsty book that Lana and I wrote that we hope you enjoy. And I mean, did you see our artwork? Nuff said, right?The doctor is in. He's gonna inject me with his love medicine.And I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow.8 pack abs. A rugged face with deep, soulful eyes. The most defined V I've ever seen.All leading to a magic stick that you gotta see to believe.Too bad I can't have him.He just moved his billion dollar practice next door and bought my building, along with my business.Which means I see him everyday. I feel his eyes on my @$$ as I walk by. I get wet thinking of his hands on my body. Ripping my clothes off. Bending me over. Spreading my legs and...taking my temperature.That's it. Eric may be the doctor.But it's time I make the house call. In his bed.*** Come join Dark Angel is the first foray into the dark world of single dad romances. Filled with brooding billionaires and the women who love them. No cheating or cliffhangers, but there are scorching scenes with pleasure probes. HEA guaranteed***

     Billionaire oil baron Logan Hardwall may be the last bachelor standing among San Antonio's Finest Eligibles, aka SAFE, but it didn't mean he was ready to get leg-shackled like his other friends and believe in all that true love sh*t. When he suddenly found himself in need of a wife to take care of his orphaned nephew, Logan began his hunt for the perfect mail-order bride. She had to be good with kids, but she also had to understand her place in his life, and that was not as his loving wife. She might warm his bed, wear his wedding ring, and be able to spend his money at will, but other than that...she was just the nanny, and that was all she would ever be. Note: This is a STEAMY MODERN-DAY ROMANCE set in small-town Texas. It is 100% insta-love with no cliffhangers and a guaranteed happy-ever-after.

    Things didn’t exactly get off on the right foot with Noah Cavallari. Our first encounter was embarrassing, to say the least.But despite that, I found myself waking up every day with a newfound energy. Nothing exciting ever happened on the lake—not until Noah moved into the small boathouse on our property. He’d booked it for the entire summer…and I was still trying to figure out why.When my mother became ill, I inherited the responsibility of making sure our guests were well taken care of. I should have been in college. Instead, I was living my best life…as a maid.Dark, handsome, and mysterious, everything about Noah screamed forbidden. I knew he was just passing through town for the summer.I knew he was probably too old for me.Yet, I was drawn to him.Not to mention, he tried to save my life when he mistakenly thought I was drowning.I wanted him and made no secret of it.His own attempts to warn me away soon gave way to late-night moonlight chats by the lake. We were slowly easing into a friendship that was gearing up to explode into something I might not recover from. Because he’s leaving at the end of the summer.And I have no idea what I’ll do when August ends.

    

     Effie goddamn White, the raven-haired, pouty-lipped temptress. Hell, I was f*cking obsessed with her. Her touch, her smell, her taste… I couldn’t get enough. And she shattered my cold, hardened heart into a million pieces. I’ll never let that happen again. Ever. I know better. My brother Thorne waited in the wings. When I left, he pounced. Now I’m back, and Effie’s on Thorne’s arm, wearing Thorne’s ring. But she’s looking at me. And when we are trapped together, she’s undressing me with those baby blue eyes. Touching me. Tormenting me. That thing that I said would never happen twice? F*ck, she’s doing it to me again. And I love the way it feels, almost as much as she does... His Brother's Fiancée is approximately 55,000 words. It features ABSOLUTELY NO CHEATING (by the hero + heroine), and ends in a happy ever after!

     Item Two: Single mother needs apartment. Jade Robertson is desperate, and her best friend's couch just isn't going to cut it anymore. Item Three: No surprises. Romance. Work. Pasts. Agreements aren't promises...

    That would be far too regular for Darren Trent. Darren Trent – my teenage sweetheart and father to my two young girls – is not just whoring himself out. Oh no. Darren Trent pimps himself out alongside four of his mechanic friends – all of them at the same time. Five hot, sweaty mechanics at your service.They call themselves the Bang Gang… you can imagine. In a village our size I should keep my head down and hope the scandal blows over before the girls or my poor old Nanna catch wind of it. Only it’s not blowing over. Far from it. It seems every woman in the village wants themselves a five-mechanic sandwich.They make no qualms about it, either. Just rock on up to my café counter and ask how they can book themselves in for a Bang Gang special. Like I would know. I definitely wouldn’t know. I hardly even know Darren Trent anymore. We split up a lifetime ago.I definitely don’t think about him late at night. Don’t think about five mechanics and me as much as every other woman in this village. And even if I did, I wouldn’t act on it. I wouldn’t draw the money from my savings account and have a go for myself.And even if I did that, I definitely, definitely wouldn’t fall for him. Not again. Not after everything we went through. Not after splitting up the first time nearly brought me to my knees.Not after settling into a decent routine, the girls and me, with no drama, no heartbreak, no crazy passions to rock the calm little boat we’re sailing on. I mean, who would be stupid enough to risk all that over a hot, sweaty, oily bit of rough like Darren Trent?