Six foot two of delicious Marine, Thank God. Because when the shop gets robbed, He protects me. Kyle is one of the good guys. And so damned hot. He’s the right man but at the wrong time, Because my brother needs me. I can’t get involved right now. Kyle Mmm, I’ll bet she tastes as sweet as her name . . . And I’m gonna find out. No matter what it takes. I’ll fight off the bad guys. Protect her from harm. Because this blonde bombshell is exactly what I need. What's the saying about a five second rule? If I lick her, can I keep her? Five Second Rule is a full length stand alone bad boy romance featuring an irresistibly charming Marine. No cheating, no cliffhangers and a sweet as candy HEA.

    From the moment he walked into the casino, I thought he was the perfect Greek God.Tall, muscular and handsome.Then fitness mogul, Erik Jansen makes me an offer I can’t refuse.Be his date while he’s doing business in Vegas, and he takes care of my debt.Erik shows me a world I’ve never experienced before.Lavish parties, exclusive restaurants, and his massive penthouse suite on the strip.He makes me feel safe and protected.Like a daddy.And I can’t wait for him to be my first.My heart wants me to be ‘Daddy’s Girl.’But my mind tells me that doing so could only lead to one thing – a heartbreak.

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    G. Wodehouse in Crosstalk, a genre-bending novel that pushes social media, smartphone technology, and twenty-four-hour availability to hilarious and chilling extremes as one young woman abruptly finds herself with way more connectivity than she ever desired.In the not-too-distant future, a simple outpatient procedure to increase empathy between romantic partners has become all the rage. And Briddey Flannigan is delighted when her boyfriend, Trent, suggests undergoing the operation prior to a marriage proposal - to enjoy better emotional connection and a perfect relationship with complete communication and understanding. But things don't quite work out as planned, and Briddey finds herself connected to someone else entirely - in a way far beyond what she signed up for.It is almost more than she can handle - especially when the stress of managing her all-too-eager-to-communicate-at-all-times family is already burdening her brain. But that's only the beginning. As things go from bad to worse, she begins to see the dark side of too much information, and to realize that love - and communication - are far more complicated than she ever imagined.

    Seriously. The guy is like a potassium addict. Of course, I touched it. If you want to get technical, I actually put it in my mouth. I chewed it up, too... I even swallowed.I know. Bad, bad, girl.Then I saw him, and believe it or not, choking on a guy's banana does not make the best first impression. I should backtrack a little here. Before I ever touched a billionaire’s banana, I got my first real assignment as a business reporter. This wasn’t the same old bottom-of-the-barrel assignment I always got. I wasn’t going to interview a garbage man about his favorite routes or write a piece on how picking up dog poop from people’s yards is the next big thing. Nope. None of the above, thank you very much.This was my big break. My chance to prove I wasn’t a bumbling, clumsy, accident-prone walking disaster. I was infiltrating Galleon Enterprises to follow up on suspicions of corruption. Cue the James Bond music.I could do this. All I had to do was land the position as an intern and nail my interview with Bruce Chamberson.Forget the fact that he looked like somebody carved him out of liquid female desire, then sprinkled on some "makes men question their sexuality" for good measure. I needed to make this work. No accidents. No disasters. No clumsiness. All I needed to do was hold it together for less than an hour.Fast forward to the conference room before the interview, and that's where you would find me with a banana in my hand. A banana that literally had his name on it in big, black sharpie. It was a few seconds later when he walked in and caught me yellow-handed. A few seconds after that was when he hired me. Yeah. I know. It didn't seem like a good sign to me, either.

     He promises he will never leave me, and god help me, I believe him. Ivo Zacca…my husband He’s gorgeous…not, that’s not the right word. He’s beautiful – in every way, his face, his body, his mind… His kindness. Nobody that beautiful should be that sweet. Sweet but an animal in bed, god… He thinks I married him for convenience, to get away from my asshole of a step-father. I’ll let him think that, because then maybe it won’t be so painful for him when they tear me away from him, when they come for me… When they kill me. I’ll never let you know, Ivo, how happy you have made me, how much I love you… Because fairy tales always end… Nobody's Girl is a full-length Billionaire Romance novel with a guaranteed HEA and no cliffhanger.

    Vincent and Julie. Leo and Deirdre. Three young couples doing their best to keep the magic alive amid the nappies, bills and dirty dishes in recession-hit Dublin. When each of these husbands decides that he deserves a man cave — a space where he can get away from it all and be alone with his toys — simmering tensions come to the boil. A heartfelt comic novel about the trials of modern marriage. It's about compromise. It's about respect. It's about resisting the urge to murder your partner while they sleep.

    Especially when it comes to women. With a rough and damaged past that has left him jaded, he doesn't do committed relationships. But he does like sex — the hotter and harder, the better. He likes it fast and filthy, which is why he refuses to even touch someone as sweet and guileless as Samantha Jamieson. Until he discovers that she likes it just as down and dirty as he does. Let the sinning begin...All books in the DIRTY SEXY Series are full-length novels with no cliffhangers!

    She’s American. They meet on vacation. And agree to fake name each other. One is lying about everything. The other is telling the truth. They’re about to embark on a sexcation. But what happens when it’s over?

    

    After a simple mistake causes an unintended role swap, she becomes the one seeking advice from an unlikely source!

    In the tradition of Jonathan Tropper and Tom Perrotta comes Matthew Norman's Domestic Violets—a darkly comic family drama about one man’s improbable trials of love, loss, and ambition; of attraction, impotence, and infidelity; and of mid-life malaise, poorly-planned revenge, and the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.

    Convinced that Georgette is a thief, her may-be husband, James McKenzie, searches for her. As both try to recall what happened that fateful night, they begin to realize that their attraction and desire for each other is undeniable. But is it enough?Fans of Sarah MacLean and Mary Balogh will enjoy this charming historical romance from New York Times best-selling author Jennifer McQuiston that features unforgettable characters and a satisfying mix of adventure and passion.

    Cloaked by the black sky under a blanket of stars, it was easy to get lost. He didn’t have any good memories of his own and needed to borrow mine. I would willingly give him anything. Being infatuated with that boy was a beautiful curse. What could have been special didn’t get the chance to bloom. He’d never see me as more than his best friend’s kid sister. That was a hard lesson to learn, but not the most difficult. Grady had always been struggling against the odds. Eventually he quit fighting and let his family’s reputation own him. Try as I might, those influences were beyond my reach. He didn’t mean to break my heart. Or maybe he did. I shouldn’t have made it so easy for him. Either way, our wrongs against each other carved new lines between us. I went four years without seeing Grady—each one more painful than the last. That distance did nothing to dull my feelings toward him. But things are different now. Most noticeably is Grady. I barely recognize this man he’s become. And that’s the way he intends to keep it. Not that it really matters. Grady Bowen stopped being my happy something long ago.