The man who comes to me in my dreams also haunts me in my nightmares. He is a brilliant lawyer. A skilled criminal. A beautiful liar. A bully and a savior, a monster and a lover.Ten years ago, he made me run away from the small town where we lived. Now, he came for me in New York, and he isn’t leaving until he takes me with him.ViciousShe is a starving artist. Pretty and evasive like cherry blossom. Ten years ago, she barged into my life unannounced and turned everything upside down. She paid the price.Emilia LeBlanc is completely off-limits, my best friend’s ex-girlfriend. The woman who knows my darkest secret, and the daughter of the cheap Help we hired to take care of our estate. That should deter me from chasing her, but it doesn’t. So she hates me. Big fucking deal. She better get used to me.

    The effect she has on me is intense, and I make her life a living hell because of it.I love her spirit, her internal defiance when completing the most inane task I assign her. My two week stay has turned into unending, just to be near her.She’s under my every command if she wants to keep me happy.There’s one last thing I want.Her.***Welcome to the Cameo Hotel is a stand alone novel***

     She knew he’d come back someday. She’d just hoped he wouldn’t look so annoyingly dreamy when he did. Andy Walker has spent twelve years raising her daughter on her own and working to restore her once perfect reputation. All she wants is stability and for the past to stay in the past. When her ex, the boy that walked out on her more than a decade ago shows up, she knows that all her carefully buried secrets stand to be uncovered. Owen Monroe left home at eighteen and tried not to look back. Though the memories of the girl he’d planned to spend his life with haunted him, he swore he’d never forgive her. Until, that is, he finds out the truth about what really tore them apart. Oh, and that she had his baby all those years ago. His daughter, Jenna. Now it’s up to him to earn her trust back and he’s willing to go to any lengths to do it. This is a full-length SECOND CHANCE novel with an HEA, featuring a SECRET BABY!

    That's until she walks into the club. Suddenly, I want more. I want her. Nobody knows my real name. On stage, I go by Candy. And when I dance, I go all the way. Women scream my name and throw money at me. I take home any woman I want. Sometimes, I take two.  Carolina is the stuck up neighbor who drove me nuts with her prissy ways and big blue eyes. Sure, it was high school the last time I saw her. But our families have been going to the same church for generations. I always had my eye on her. She was the most beautiful girl in town but it was more than that. She was also the smartest. She knew it too.  We had one night. One kiss. I fell hard, and she moved away. Even back then, she knew I wasn't good enough for her. Now she's here, in my club for her bachelorette party. Her friends push her up on stage. And I decide the bride-to-be deserves a very, very private dance.  I'm not letting her get away twice. Especially when I find out the man she's planning to marry. Little Miss Perfect has no idea what's about to hit her. Or how far I will go to get what's mine.... Her. The Tequila Trilogy tells the story of three best friends, all bad boy Marines who are dragged kicking and screaming into love. These three scorching romances (formerly the Man Candy Trilogy) have been unpublished since 2017 and extensively rewritten and expanded with even more heat and tug-at-your-heartstrings angst. These stories are not available anywhere else! My books all contain a guaranteed happy ever after! There is no cheating, although Chandler *does* steal his lady away from her dishonest (and downright scary) fiancé! Enjoy! >Xoxox, JoannaBooks Included: Grind, Heat and Deep

    It’s somewhere just above the trash can her mother dumped her in as a newborn but below the class where much comes easy. With her tattered shoes and bargain-bin clothes, her life has never been full of glamour. So when a rich and charismatic man takes interest, she doesn’t fool herself into thinking their encounter is anything more than a one-night stand. Months later, she’s kicking herself for not getting his phone number. Or his last name. She’s given up hope of seeing him ever again.Until one day, years later, Logan Kendrick waltzes into her life once more and turns everything she’s built upside down. This time around, she won’t make the same mistake. She’s going to fight to keep him in her life—not for herself.But for their daughter.

    . ." Good question. I’d like to preface this by saying it was never my intention to ever get involved in a workplace romance, let alone get involved with the most surly, agitating, and pompous man I’ve ever met who just so happens to be my new friend’s brother. My intentions were to show students how English and reading books could actually be fun and make a new life for myself in the suburbs of Chicago.But so far, I’ve managed to be called into the principal’s office.Coerced into participating in the teacher's badminton league.And instigated into passionate fights with Arlo Turner over education and decorum while losing my underwear at the same time.Known as Mr. Turns Me On, he’s the reason I might get fired from my first ever teaching job.

    The updated version of this novel--with expanded scenes, will return soon. Nine and a half years ago, you married a man who wasn't me. He wasn't even half of me...Nine and a half hours ago, you walked through the doors of my billion-dollar boardroom for a job interview.Although every person at the table fell for your charm and applauded, I didn't dare. I couldn't help but notice your bare ring finger. Couldn't help but notice that you were even sexier now than you were on the night we first met.I honestly didn't want to hire you, but I had no choice. (I was outvoted 16-1, but trust me, you got this job by default.)When you signed the papers and we shook hands, I didn't bring up the fact that you didn't "wait for me" like you promised to years ago, or that you just moved on with your life like what we had meant nothing. Instead, I insisted that we keep things one-hundred percent professional.So, for the record: I've long forgotten about you and all the times we shared. (This includes the way your body feels under mine, the way your laughter used to make me smile, and the way you used to breathlessly say my name for hours at a time.)I'm definitely not in denial, this is all one hundred percent true. You'll never hear me say that you still have an effect on me, that you're still the best I've ever had, or worse, that I never got over you...*This is a standalone contemporary romance.*