I love the way they look. The way they smell. The way they feel. Especially the way they feel. And I’ve pretty much made it my mission to give each and every woman who shares my bed the ride of her life.Then I met her. Bitchy as hell and completely uninterested in me. And damned if I didn’t want her. Crave her. I told myself I only wanted to tame her. That it was all about the challenge. I never expected to break through that ice queen exterior and find the softness underneath. Never expected how wild she’d be between the sheets or the way she’d cry my name with such sincere intensity when I totally rocked her world. Most of all, I never expected to fall for her. But I did.And the question is, now that I know I want her, how the hell do I go about keeping her?

    My real name is like a shadow, always close behind, but never quite able to catch up to me. I fly under the radar because no one ever suspects I’m capable of the kind of brutal violence I commit each and every day. You see, I’m a girl. I’m nineteen. And I'm a killer. I look like a goddamn cheerleader, but can take out a man three times my size in more than as many ways, without hesitation. This life is all I know. It’s all I want to know. It keeps the shit buried that I need kept buried. It allows me to live without thinking too much. Without dwelling on the past. Until him. It all changes when an ordinary boy becomes my next target.And my first love. I have to choose. The only life I’ve ever known has to die, or he does. Either way, I’ll be the one pulling the trigger...

    After the final rude message she wrote in my yearbook, I decided that we didn't need to see each other anymore. (But if we ever did, I would show her exactly why I had every reason to be "cocky," and make her admit that I really *was* "that damn sexy.")Now that it's ten years later, I've graduated from law school at the top of my class, and I'm being recruited to work at the number one law firm in New York City.Since I'm in desperate need of a change and want to meet new people, I don't hesitate to accept the offer.Until I find out that Courtney Ryan graduated from law school, too.Until I realize that she'll be working at the same exact firm, in the office right across from me.And if this timing isn't unfortunate enough, she's far more tempting and sexier than I originally remembered.(Oh, and last night I found out that she lives right next door...)We don't have to be close.We don't have to be best friends.But she's going to pay me back for making us enemies all over again...

    I’m watching her.And I like what I see.I don’t celebrate Thanksgiving.What's the point when you have no one to share the meal with?I’d rather forget about it, until I see Pamela: lost, helpless, and stunning.Now I have something to celebrate—her arrival in my life.The much younger girl is happy to be rescued by me, but will she remain happy when a scarred and lonely dominant daddy confesses everything he wants to do to her?This is a standalone, safe, HEA, insta-love romance.

    Blake Patterson has no trouble getting women, in fact as the owner of a popular club, women are practically throwing themselves at him.They couldn’t be further from each other’s type, but when a solid friendship is formed, little by little the lines become blurred.In this struggle between friendship and love, the desire between them becomes too much to resist.What happens when your friend suddenly becomes So Much More?

    Too bad both are written in my stars.Yeah, I’m the world’s oldest virgin code-writing nerd.And he’s the world’s hottest firefighter.And even though he intimidates the heck out of me, I can’t seem to control my libido when he’s around.Where is my dignity? My self-respect? My panties?Seriously…. Have you seen them? Anyone?Maybe they’re hiding in his bedroom. With my heart.Yeah, I know. I’m hosed.So hosed.Hosed is a steamy, fun romantic comedy between a firefighter and the virgin nerd next door, complete with a pet raccoon, scandalous gossip, and dildo football. (No, really.) This romance has no cheating or cliffhangers, and ends with a banging hot happily ever after.

    I could have any woman I want, but I choose you. NO RELATIONSHIP, JUST SEX. Here’s my offer… I’ll put your name in my LITTLE BLACK BOOK, and when I want you, I’ll call you. When I call, you’re going to come, in more ways than one. It will be mutually pleasurable for both of us. There are only two rules: DON'T EVER DENY ME. DON'T FALL IN LOVE. If you do either, I’ll remove you from my book and payment stops. Do we have an understanding?

     I prefer a man with an artistic vein in his body. 9 - 5 hours. And I can definitely do without the half-lidded, sleepy bedroom eyes. (Okay, so those are kind of sexy.) Tall, dark, and handsome doesn’t change the fact that he’s arrogant, cocky, and rude. Not that I care, but he’s made it clear he wants nothing to do with a quirky girl like me, which is why he said no. Turns out no isn’t an option. I have a quickie wedding to plan, and Dr. Jake Kissinger doesn’t have a choice. He looks at our situation like he’s stuck with me, but in reality I’m stuck with him. Stuck with his pouty mouth. His long, lean body. And stuck with those loose, low riding scrub pants. (Okay, so the doctor thing is growing on me.) When spending time together turns into more than it should, I know I’m in trouble. He isn’t supposed to make my heart pound. I’m not supposed to make him look twice. And we aren’t supposed to spend the night together. (Okay, so he has more than one artistic vein in his body, and other places.) Falling for him is definitely a mistake. Here’s the thing…Jake is unavailable, and I know it. Just not in the way you might think. I guess you can’t have your cake and eat it too.

    Both of them have experienced the sting and sham of love and have no intentions of falling victim to it twice. Love is expensive—hate is free.Three years. A million dollars. A solution to both of their problems. They planned it all, from the story of their first meeting to the date of their divorce. Nothing could go wrong.But what they didn’t consider was chemistry, and Nina and Max have no shortage of it. After too many near-kisses, Nina convinces herself that hating Max is better than loving him, and the more she gets to know this soon-to-be-husband of hers, the more she discovers just how very much she truly, madly, and deeply . . . hates him.This isn’t a love story. This is the other kind.

    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.

    Iris wasn’t my type and was off-limits.The daughter of my best friend.It was wrong.But did that stop me?Not a chance.I was a goner the second those curves and brown pooling eyes walked into my office.But as much as I was “enjoying” my new little secretary, there was a surprise in store.Iris got pregnant.Fatherhood wasn’t meant to be on the cards for me.I don’t know how to be a dad.We’re fools to think this could work, right?I’m old enough to me her goddamn father.Maybe this is the worst thing I’ve ever done?Or maybe Iris and this baby are the best things that have ever happened to me?Time to find out…Note: Surprise Baby for My Billionaire Boss is 45k of hot, forbidden romance.

    New city - new me. But when a family emergency brings me back home, I'm forced to pack up my life and take the only available job. Wesley Steele is the owner of Good Wood Tree Removal Inc. and the boss from hell. A typical lumberjack, he’s bearded, arrogant and offensive. He’s everything I despise in a man. I want nothing to do with him or his flannel clad chest. But, he's on a mission, intent to change my mind. How far is he willing to go to prove there's more depth to him than meets the eye?

    But that was before he found out my secret.Before he made me a proposition—one semester. Anything goes. And my problem would go away.“I’m a politician, Ms. Courtney. Twisting the truth is in my DNA.”I should have left when he said that. I didn’t. Because I couldn't get enough of the way he possessed my soul, my heart, my body.My name is Elle Courtney, but Graham Delaney—he called me his dove. He should have called me his pawn.

    I might be a Prince, but I’m not the Royal Wedding type. Not until some grad student finds a centuries-old Treaty. Now I’ve got two weeks to find a virgin wife! The clock is ticking. I’m about to lose my fortune, my titles, my kingdom, my everything. And I don’t even care. There’s only one thing on my mind: Amanda Sparks. Sweet, innocent, pure. And the girl I’m about to make my wife. She just doesn’t know it yet. Her father’s business is about to go bankrupt, but I can save it. $25 million dollars, tax free. All I ask for is a year. And a night to be her first… His Sword is a standalone romance with extra steamy bonus content included! Holly Hart always gives you a Happy Ever After, she hates cheating with a passion, and cliffhangers just as much as you do!

    SHE NEEDS MY MAGIC.I loved her like a sister forever ago.Before life served us tragedy with a bitter cherry on top.Before I learned love isn't a damn fairy tale.Before I became a single dad.Protecting my little girl is all I still care about. Kendra is my lifeline if she'll just play along.Her job is easy.Wear my ring. Turn my scowl into a family man's smile. Help save my daughter from a scorched earth custody fight.She gets the Cinderella treatment in return. My money, my mansion, my reputation. I'll put the glass slippers she's slaving over on main street and bend the world to her designer genius.Simple. Painless. Mutual.If only she was the shy thing I remembered, and I wasn't the same red-blooded maniac who wanted her under me years ago.My wall of ice isn't working like it should. Not when we trade barbs that make me throb. Not when I grab her hair. Not when I can't decide if I want to push her away, or drink those lips in an unending kiss.Complicated. Messy. Cruel.That's our crazy truth.This madness ends one way: Cinderella undone, or me in stitches.This book may cause frantic overheating and an ugly cry or two. Complete full length standalone romance novel. Alpha male abundance. Happily Ever After like a rainbow at the end of the storm. Find out why Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow makes readers swoon!