Legacy, as he's known on Wall Street—knows hard work comes at a price. In business, he thrives on organization, control, and results, building a legacy and creating a future for his daughter.But his girl wants more for him than just the office. She knows he’s been alone for far too long and thinks now is the time for him to let go of the reins and maybe find love again.Indulging his daughter, Tyson leaves work behind for just one night and joins his friends for a boy’s night out. But when the haze of aged cigar smoke and fine whiskey parts, there’s a woman… One that, with just a look, Tyson knows will make him lose control in ways he never has before.And has him thinking of building a very different kind of legacy.

    Then I met Dillon. I feel the pull, but I can’t let myself get distracted. Not now.He has eyes of the hunter, and when he looks at me, I know I'm the prey.He's dangerous and all wrong for me. I thought I could stay strong and resist him.I was wrong.Dillon:Women have always been simple for me. Seduce her, bed her. Repeat. Until I met Emerson. She was off limits. No problem, I had plenty of discipline. I could handle mind over matter.When I recognized the brains inside the seductive package, she became my personal black hole.With her I was losing the battle. I don’t know if it was hormones, or pheromones, or black magic.No matter what the rules said, I couldn’t pull away.Damn the rules.Forbidden Love is the first standalone book in the Venture Capitalist series of steamy romantic suspense. If you like heartthrob bosses, sexy-and-smart heroines, twist-filled plots, then you’ll love Ainsley St Claire’s too-hot-to-handle tale.Buy Forbidden Love to slip into a scandalous romance today!

    I call it clever research.It gets me what I want and when I want it.When I get bored, I move on.My system works like a charm…Until a little ray of SUNSHINE shows up.***Dating is nonexistent for me.I’m quirky, silly, and inexperienced.This means my romantic life is certainly lacking.I don’t date because no one’s interested.Some say I’m an independent woman who doesn’t need a man.But I know I’m on the fast track to becoming a lonely cat lady.How many cats are too many cats anyway?My boring world stays that way…Until my future stepmother’s STALKER shows up.

    Things are going according to planned until one day she gets the shock of her life. Jamie decides to confront her worst nightmare head on and live in the moment. A few weeks later Jamie finds herself aboard a luxury cruise ship deep on the Pacific Ocean. While on the journey Jamie discovers herself giving in to her inhibitions, as she longs to live, love and laugh again.

    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.

     Red Flags… Too loud. Too clingy. Too much make-up. I could go on and on. The other guys in the Single Dad’s Club would say I’m obsessed with finding them. But none of their kid’s mothers call a maximum-security prison home either, so their opinions mean shit. Caterina Santora has her own list of red flags… She’s too young. She’s my client’s daughter. She’s my five-year old’s camp counselor. Even after repeating this mantra to myself every morning on the way to Lily’s summer camp, guess what happens the moment I see Cat? Yeah, that mantra turns into ride me, doggie style and reverse cowgirl. Every. Damn. Time. The fact that she doesn’t remember me from six years before grates on me until I don’t have it in me to leave her alone any longer. I have to have her. But our lives are opposites in every way. In no way compatible. When we’re together all the complications fade away and I have to keep reminding myself, even if I can have her— I can’t keep her.

    CEOooooooo.You down with OTT? This is an Olivia T. Turner book, which means it features a possessive and totally obsessed Over The Top alpha male who isn't afraid to take what he wants! If you like your book boyfriends sweet and cuddly then shut the computer off and walk away. If you like your heroes, rough, dirty, and possessive to the extreme, come on in and have some fun...

    Now, she is a forgotten spinster in a quiet temple, living her days out in solitude. The last of her line, she exists in the hope that she has been forgotten, for to be remembered by the enemy is to be certain death. One person has not forgotten her. Mathior, now twenty-four, is the fierce warrior king of the Cyclopae. Yshrem is in turmoil and his advisors have a suggestion – kill the last remaining member of the royal line, and there will be no rivals for the throne. Mathior has a different idea. He’s loved Halla for sixteen long years, and it’s time he claimed her as his wife. But a barbarian’s wedding customs are unlike any other…

     When laid-back Hollywood heartthrob, Levi Stone, asks Kadence Allan out for a date he isn't expecting to be rejected. He isn't expecting to have to practically beg for a chance. He isn't expecting to be challenged every time she opens her mouth. Most importantly, he isn't expecting how hard he's willing to work at being Mr. Right rather than Mr. Right Now. Can Levi convince Kadence he's worth the risk of rearranging her entire life to include him, or will she stick to the plans she's already designed?

    My mother has always told me so. There’s an awful fever inside me. It builds, growing worse every time I attend church on Sundays and hear the deep, commanding voice of the handsome, mysterious town preacher. The way he watches me makes me shiver. Only he can put out this fire inside me. So if I’m as much of a temptation as my mother claims, it’s time to find out if she’s right. My baptism is next week. I’ll be touched by the preacher for the first time. Little do I know, once he touches me, he’ll refuse to let go…

    The innocent young woman challenges his claim on her.He'll stop at nothing to have her.The contract is binding.The daughter of his enemy...Persehone wants freedom more than anything. Instead she falls into the hands of a ruthless businessman. He demands complete possession of her. Body. Mind. Soul.He wants her submission. She demands his secrets.Their sensual battle may break them both.

    Thomas Hard, the pleasure is all mine … literally.I can’t help it that my name suits me well.You know what else suits me well? That girl sitting across the bar, with her lips right where I tell them to be. I want her, and when I want something, it’s gonna be mine.One night. No names. No phone numbers. Just me, her, and pure pleasure.Except, that one girl turns out to be the biggest mistake of my life.Why?Because I broke my cardinal rule …Never b*ng a student.Author’s note: Don’t like reckless decisions & unbridled scr*wing? Don’t love girls that are obsessed with rainbows, unicorns, and ice-cream? Don’t enjoy a bit of corny humor sprinkled on top? Then this book is not for you. And last but not least, if you hate cats with huge jewels… Don't even bother.

    He’s felt this magnetic pull only once before, for a bespectacled brunette back in college. That woman was nothing like this platinum blonde from New York—confident, poised…and hitting on him like crazy. Is she really interested in him, or merely seeking fodder for her Dating Diva column? Just one wrong move from Ben, one more disappointment, and Jillian will finally be able to stop obsessing about her college crush, leave town, and get on with her life. Except the more rope she gives him to hang himself, the more he ties her up in knots. Every move he makes is the right one, both in bed and out of it. Shaken to her college-nerd core, Jillian begins to wonder if giving him a taste of love-’em-and-leave-’em is what she wants after all.

    Jameson Tate was the star of all my teenage fantasies. The wannabe guitar player left town when I was just a girl, dragging my heart along with him. I lived in a holding pattern, waiting for him to return. Five years later, he did. But he wasn't the same.The sweet boy I knew is now man, strong and sexy, yet fiercely loyal to my overprotective brother. His sudden reappearance wasn't something I planned for. Nor was his employment at my family's garage. He's all I want and everything I can't have. Now I burn with desire, drowning in lust for a man who's off limits. A man who's hiding secrets of his own.

    They bust out of an emergency exit and have axis-shaking sex. He pours whiskey in her belly button and after they run out of condoms, they have to get creative. That kind of sex. The next day, she learns that he is none other than Dr. Benjamin Beck, a brand new member of the Yale faculty and the hottest thing to happen to academia since… well, ever. She has to take his damned junior seminar to graduate, but it gets worse. He’s also her College Master: her boss, her advisor, her everything. And he’s just moved in, right downstairs. They can’t stay away from each other. They're either fusion or fission or both. They’re making out in libraries, hiding notes between stones, and sneaking off to nautically themed AirBnbs. Hear that sound? It’s the academic code of ethics going up in flames. If they're found out, he’ll lose his job and his reputation. She'll lose her scholarship and be forced to return to the life of lobster fishing that she thought she’d escaped. And they will be found out, yes they will.So what the hell are they going to do? *** To the reader: Things get damned dirty in this book. The characters curse, the sex gets explicit. It’s an erotic love story with fury. Be advised. Other tasters’ notes: HEA. Sweet. Funny. Dirty. Muddy. Wet. Inspired by a real professor.