Something so terrible that it plagues my nightmares.I know that if I tell someone about it, my life will be in danger, so my plan is to keep my head down and hope the whole thing blows over.But the more times passes, the more I’m sure someone’s watching me and following my every step. And then I find proof that my stalker is real and not a figment of my tortured imagination.His name is Nero Tirelli, and he’s the son of a notorious mafia boss.Even though his father is set on killing me, Nero has a proposition for me. He wants me to marry him in exchange for his protection.His darkness and his obsession with me terrify me, but his mysteriousness intrigues me and his magnetism makes me crave him more than anything else.I may be safe from his father.But my heart isn’t safe from him.A standalone mafia romance. Mature language and content.

    Until Karoline Kingston steps through his door, with the body of a goddess and innocent eyes that beguile him. He's distracted throughout class but vows to keep his distance, despite every primal urge telling him to take her hard and mark her as his own. Karoline and Devon count down the days until she's eighteen and Mr. Walsh can finally touch the woman that he's been waiting for his entire life. But when he finds another student assaulting her in a dark hallway, Devon loses his mind with rage. Threatening to expose the risky road Karoline and Devon had found themselves on, he vows to protect Karoline no matter the cost. (Note:) Previously released as part of the Hot For Teacher Anthology.

    It never came —thank God. But nobody warned us about what can come between man and wife when life gets in the way. Kids, jobs, jealousy, and more. I was afraid the new woman he hired was going to fuel that jealousy inside me. She wanted him, and I knew it, felt it. I couldn't miss those green eyes looking him over as if he were prey. He was the most prominent plastic surgeon on the Vegas Strip; he saw beautiful women every day. But would this one, the leggy brunette who so obviously wanted to wreck the home I wasn't sure was already broken or not, snake her way in?Now I had to compete for the love of my life on the eve of our last attempt to save our marriage—our vow renewal ceremony.It was time to remind my husband I wasn’t just a mom and housewife.I was the woman who tamed the beast, and I’d do it again.

    Her car needs a quick fix, but Chase isn’t about to let her get away that easy – not until he’s given her a good inspection and taken a look under her hood.But there’s a big problem standing in his way; Nicky’s already engaged. But Chase isn’t about to let that stop him. As a mechanic, he solves problems for a living, and even if it’s a rocky ride, he’s up for the challenge.

    26-year-old Gavin Stoke is the CTO and sole heir of Stoke Incorporated International, but aside from being a handsome and eligible bachelor, under his tailored expensive suits and genius computer know-how, he is anything but your typical businessman or geek, in fact, he is the epitome of the eccentric billionaire. When he was a teenager, a terrible accident left him in a coma for weeks. After dreaming of a hauntingly beautiful voice, he woke up with ESP abilities and with the unstoppable obsession to find the woman behind the intoxicating voice that made him fall in love, the woman he knows is going to be his wife someday.Eight years have gone by since the first time she sang into his subconscious and he is yet to look upon her mysterious face, but he won’t give up. He simply can’t. She will be his ‘Baby’. 24-year-old Pastry Chef Maeve Lennox has been dreaming for years of an enigmatic man she has never met but loves with all of her heart and, in the deepest part of her soul, she knows he is real and waiting for her. She is so obsessed with him that when it was time to open her bakery, Dreamy Love Cakes & Cookies, she did it in the city where she has always known they will someday meet, no matter that it meant moving to the other side of the country. He will be her ‘Baby’. How do you stop looking for your one true love?For both of them, the answer is easy: you don’t. This Halloween, at a lame costume party, in an even lamer nightclub, their patience will finally be rewarded with way more than candies! Dear Reader: Witch please, by now you know you can trust me:I'm serving you an extra sugary-sweet treat on a piping hot silver platter. As usual, there's NO-cheating, no OW/OM drama and a guaranteed happily-ever-after that will rot your teeth. This steamy novella features a passion that's been building up for eight years, a bountiful, innocent but sassy heroine that sings like a nightingale and an OTT dominant, protective alpha hero that is in love with her even before he sees her. I don't think insta-love can get any faster than this. *wink* Boston has never seen this kind of October scorching AF heat before, and neither have you!Come for the caramel apple pops and stay for the filthy smut, but don’t forget that reading this is not advisable while flying: park your broomsticks on the side of the road before attempting this dirty tricky-treaty ride. You’ve been warned!

    After losing his dream to play professional ball three years in, he finds himself the proud owner of four night clubs he won one lucky night at the tables. He lives his life fast and loose, and that's the way he likes it. The son of a single mother who grew up in the Bronx, he's made a lifelong pledge never to break a woman's heart the way his old man did. So to keep that promise, he steers clear of anything even resembling a serious relationship. Enter Annabelle Bridgewater. A new transplant from Ohio, she's had to kill her dream of attending Juilliard after her father left the family for a much younger woman, taking his money and his love with him. The two clash in a head on collision when the seemingly brash young woman walk into his club looking for a job, dancing on his stage. Max doesn't know why one look at the mouthy baggage conjures memories of his childhood and the mother he'd watched struggle all his life, but he knows there's no way in hell she's dancing on his stage or anyone else's for that matter. Not if he can help it.

     That’s what they called us. Four brothers born and raised in the criminal lifestyle… in stealing. Professional thieves. That’s what we were. And we were damn good at it. Take what we wanted with no regrets, no repercussions. We didn’t have attachments, no worries, and sure as hell no women to screw up the plan. And that’s what made our lives work. The job was set—should have been an in-and-out situation. Easy. But then I saw her, Amelia, and she wasn’t part of the plan. I instantly wanted her, had to have her. She was like this drug, and I was desperately addicted. I’d do anything, whatever it took to make her mine. When her life was in danger when it was Cullen, my own brother, about to hurt her, there was only one thing I could do. Take her, keep her with me, and make her see she was meant to be mine. But to Cullen, she was a liability. He wouldn’t stop, not when all he could see was making sure the family was safe, that the Preacher Boys were in the clear. What he didn’t know was, family or not, Amelia was the one thing I’d always wanted, and I wouldn’t let anyone take her away from me.

    I didn't blame them. I'm massive. Over six feet tall. Nothing gets past me. Except maybe the fact that the girl I've been secretly obsessed with is equally as interested.They call him Thunder because of the sound he makes on the field. The only sounds I could ever hear were my heart beating when I looked at him. He was everything I ever wanted but couldn't have. I was tiny. Just another girl in the crowd. He never noticed me. Until he did. Until I found out he'd been watching all along.

    Cole brings you a story of the ultimate tortured rock star and his one true love. I fell for the boy who wore second-hand clothes and wrote love notes to me on gum wrappers. But that boy was destroyed when he became Spencer Hailstorm, the lead singer of the multiplatinum rock band, Midnite Kills. Devoured. Digested. And spat out in designer clothing. Fame was a four-letter word that slowly killed every part of me, every part of him. Each last piece of us. We may have parted ways, but I never got over him. And right now, he’s at my front door saying he never got over me. . .

    When his big break comes, though, it feels like he’s going to have to choose. I can’t be the one to hold him back so I’m going to keep a secret. He’ll hate me when he finds out, but I can’t crush his dream.I’ve only ever had one love - Cherry. She’s the heart of my songs, the beat in my melodies. If I have to choose between music and her, she’d win every time. When my music blows up big on the scene, I need Cherry by my side. Only this time, she’s reluctant to leave home. I’ll need all of my songwriting skills to convince her that my guitar only sounds right when we’re together.

    Working hard all these years had finally paid off. A trip to paradise was what he needed, but he never expected to find paradise in a petite, sexy, but broken beauty. There would be nothing he wouldn't do to keep her and give her the life she deserves. Alana Cole has been through hell. This was the last straw. She wasn't going to be her stepfather's pawn anymore. There was no way she was going to marry a complete stranger just like her captor. Enough was enough. She stared out at the ocean waves thinking about her plans when everything changed. Brent came out of nowhere and promised the world paradise. Was he for real or was she just falling into a trap? Warning! This is a fast-paced sugary sweet but dirty read of two people instantly in love. Completely outrageous how fast and hard they fall. If that's what you're looking for it's time for you to find paradise!

    Always. And that starts now.I’ve found the sweetest girl in the world and now it’s my duty to protect her from harm. She is mine to guard, to keep, to marry.I’m a king and I’ve found my queen. When you know you know and a real man doesn’t waste time claiming her for the entire world to see, to know she’s off-limits to everyone but him. Forever.I’m possessive, territorial, and jealous.Her presence at my side isn’t optional. No. F'ing. Way. She’s going to be a permanent fixture in my life and me in hers.She’s my life now and I’m bringing her home.This is a short, steamy romance with some daddy talk. No OW drama and no cliffhangers. Always a sweet HEA.

     His eyes lock on me the first time he sees me, and when he hears some rude Russians speaking about me in their native tongue, he goes primal, showing me a possessive, jealous rage like none I’ve ever seen. His intense obsession with me and the violence he carries out is frightening, sending me running… and surprising me when I think of what my first time would be like with this inked alpha male. Will I ever see this obsessed Russian again, or will this younger woman only have the memory of her possessive Russian protector? And even if this older man in Moscow was so obsessed that he did track me down, what would I do, and what would my family back home think? Only a completely obsessed man who knows what he wants and will stop at nothing to get it would keep looking for me... as I'm about to find out. *Russian's Obsession is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

    Her curves had every male part of me wanting to consume her.Mine.For a year, I watched her, obsessed over her, befriended her. I kept other guys away, acting like a protective big brother when the truth was far from it.I just wanted her all for myself.I wanted her to be filled by me in every. Single. Way.And tonight, I was making McKenzie mine. Tonight, she’d take it all.She’d take all of me.She’d never crave another guy again.Lena’s note: I know you like them fast and right to the point so don’t worry, this one gives you all the goods but with a healthy dose of romance thrown in. No drama of any kind to get in the way of the juicy bits (pun intended). Just a good old-fashioned double virgins smut-fest. Enjoy.

    But I do. I know it down to the very last penny, and I want it for myself. Problem is, I’m the one who created the security that keeps the fortune locked away. I should be able to break it, to undo the encryption. But I can’t. Not alone.I need Alana. I’ve watched her closely for the past few years. A woman with eyes that catch the sun and a heart a saint would envy. I have to get close to her. So I do. So close, in fact, that she thinks I’m her savior, her friend. I’m not, of course. All the time I spend watching her, talking to her, hanging on her every word—that’s all for show. Just for show, I remind myself. So why do I find myself more entangled in her than ever? So much so that I begin to think the real treasure has been right in front of me the whole time. . .MINK's Note: Curl up with a furry friend and an iced coffee for this hot HEA.