When she shows up on Shep's doorstep again, she finds she isn't the only one who can't move on.…saved by bliss.The two begin an intense, passionate relationship of Dominance and submission, pleasure and pain, but with dark memories haunting them and decisions about the future rapidly approaching, Claudia can’t help but wonder...how long can they be each other's haven?*** WARNING: This book contains a sexual relationship between a fashionista and a cranky mountain man who are dealing with physical and emotional trauma. And a very big, cuddly dog.***

    What she doesn't expect is a blond haired, blue-eyed bass player—who won’t take “no” for an answer—to accept the challenge. When Ebony’s attempt at a brief fling turns into more, despite negative reactions from friends and family, she finds juggling love, family, and career are nothing compared to the ultimate betrayal she endures. Now her dreams spiral into lies and secrets that threaten her future and her best friend’s trust.

    The perfect family. The perfect life. In one horrible year, it went away. I can never have it back but I can hurt the man responsible for taking what was left. I know how to steal something even more important from him. He doesn’t see how she looks at me instead of him. I can make her burn for me, make her addicted to me before I send her back.And it will be so easy.Tora - I’ll cross any line to get to the truth, no matter who I have to hurt. I don’t have a choice. I’m not afraid to use sex to get what I want. I know you think that makes me a whore. But until you understand what’s at stake, you can’t know.Don’t judge me until you do.Sometimes, you have to take what you want no matter what it costs.This is part one in a sizzling new erotic romance series by Jayne Blue. It contains strong sexual content and is intended for mature readers.Book Categories

    Miranda is pregnant and doesn't know which one of them is the father.HOLTMiranda watched Holt until he disappeared around the corner. He was incorrigible, impossible, domineering, and…she was still hopelessly in love with him. Oh, God, what was she going to do? She might have been able to lock her feelings for him away in a small corner of her heart if he had remained as aloof towards her as he’d been over the past three years. But how could she possibly keep them contained if he continued to unleash that seductive charm on her? She’d seen how Holt went after something he wanted. He was relentless, and failure was not an option. She doubted he even knew the meaning of the word, and more than anything Miranda was terrified she wouldn’t be able to hold out against him.JACKMiranda’s breath caught in her throat the minute the door was thrown open and she got a brief glimpse of Jack’s face. She’d seen that look before, but never had it been so intense, so…animalistic. He dragged her into his arms, his mouth devouring hers with a hunger that was so fierce she was instantly swept away by the sheer force of it. Vaguely, it registered that he had inched her through the doorway and closed the door, but every nerve and fiber in her body was acutely aware that he was frantically trying to tug her clothes off.MIRANDAHow could she be in love with two men at the same time? But she was. In her heart, Miranda knew she loved them both and would be crushed if she lost either one of them. Jack was everything a woman could want in a man. He was kind and generous, a fabulous lover, and he wasn't afraid of commiting to a relationship. And yet, she couldn’t seem to bury the memory of Holt’s searing kisses or the shameless way her body responded to his touch.

    This material is intended for a mature audience. "My name's Jag Steele. I’m the lead singer and guitarist to the band Pandemic Sorrow, and I have a drug problem. Well, I mean it's not really a problem – unless you count the fact that I almost made my heart explode from all the blow I shoved up my nose a few weeks back..." That was my introduction during my first stint in rehab. I'm messed up. If you asked anybody who I am there’s a list they will go down: Famous, rock star, legend, drug addict, womanizing man-whore, but if you asked me, I wouldn't have the first idea of what to say, because I don’t know who Jag Steele is. Really, I’m living every other damn person's dream, and all I want is reality. Roxy Slade, that girl was my reality. My brutally flawed and beautifully broken reality. And she hated everything I stood for. To her I was just one of “those guys”, and she’d rather be buried alive with poisonous snakes than give someone like me a piece of toilet paper to wipe their ass with. Brutal. Life. Is. Brutal. And it is just a giant pain, which is why I chase after anything to make it numb, anything that can fill this void. I just want anything that can make me not feel. I just don't want to feel.