Whoops. It’s her wedding day. I’m not the groom. Oh, but I’m going to be… The world may call me a King and a gentleman, but there’s nothing gentle about me. I’ve fought like hell to get to where I am, and these rough hands want one thing and one thing only – to hold her and never let her go. She’s my obsession – my addiction. Blonde, blue-eyed, innocent and tempting, with lips that beg to be tasted and curves that were made to press against me. But a rival king – a cruel, evil piece of garbage – has stepped in to buy her hand and her innocence with the promise of paying off her parents’ debts. He thinks that makes her his, but he’s about to learn how wrong he is. You see, the rumors about my royal staff and crown jewels aren’t tall tales. She deserves a real man. A better man. King Milton just isn’t the right fit for her. …Oh, but I am. And I’m going to “fit” with her so well that she’ll be moaning for more. I’m a king, after all. And kings take what they want. And tonight? I’m taking her. I’ll do anything to make her my queen. …Even if I have to steal her. Grab those tiaras and hold on to your jewels! One totally obsessed, totally big alpha King, one smart, sassy, stolen bride, and enough insta-love, kindle-melting steam, and sugary-sweetness to knock you right out of your throne. This book is utterly over-the-top fantasy with pretty much zero grounding in reality. You’ve been warned ;). As with all my books, this one is safe, with no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed. This is a novella-length book of approximately 100 pages, though the page-count below and on your e-reader may show differently. For a limited time, this new release edition contains additional content for further reader enjoyment, as a thank you for your support.

    To me, hockey is life. When I’m on the ice, nothing else matters — I’m in my zone — always ten plays ahead of the opponent, and always in control. Except for that night. That game. The first one she’d ever been to — Gracelyn Bolton. And I found her. Even while slammed against the wall, tangled up with the enemy’s ace goon — known only for his fighting, not his stats — I spotted her, only her, amongst a crowd of hundreds.And when I finally track her down, the list of reasons why things won’t work is long… throwing me completely off my game.

    Direct and to the point, what he expected both thrilled and scared me. And yet, as he stood over me—towering over my much smaller frame, desire overrode all senses. I wanted him to take his pleasure and leave me a wanting heap at his feet.To let me make his wildest fantasies a reality.Could I be his dirty little girl and still keep that edge of purity that drove him wild?

     Esme Duval wants nothing more than to return to Honey Creek, Texas, to the ranch she's inherited. Her father and brothers think she doesn't deserve it. Her neighbor, Luke Crosby, thinks she has no business running four hundred acres of prime ranch land and he'll do anything to prove it to her. Not so many years ago, Luke was her ally, her hero and her secret love, now he threatens everything she holds dear. When Esme comes back to claim her property, will Luke once again come to her defense, or will he seize the opportunity to blackmail her into his arms? From Chapter Two “Drink this. It’ll help you sleep tonight,” he murmured. “You’re probably not used to sleeping in a tent.” She was a skittish, wild filly, keeping her distance and avoiding his gaze. For some reason she was fearful. Why, he couldn’t fathom, but one thing he knew for certain was that he was just the man for Esme Duval. There was a reason she’d returned. They belonged together. He’d keep his seduction slow, unravel the knots that bound her just a little at a time, easing up close enough to gentle her. Nolan watched her sip the drink and laughed when she made a face. He drained his in one draught. “Better give her two. The chupacabra hates whiskey. Bet you want to know how I know that, huh, Miss Esme?” “I’d rather hear it in the morning.” Esme took another sip of her drink and shuddered. “My brothers would be laughing if they could see me. I never wanted to go camping with them, and look at me now.” Luke dropped to sit on a blanket. He lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, and sipped his whiskey. “Is your family coming soon?” Esme stared into the flames. “No. They think I’m waiting until the school year is over to claim Simon’s place. They plan to come bully me out of the land.” Luke stilled. “They don’t know you’re here?” “Not exactly.” “Ooo, shit,” said Nolan. The two boys were playing cards on a nearby blanket and snickered when they heard Nolan’s profanity. Luke stared at her. “Do they know I offered to buy the ranch from you?” “I don’t recall,” Esme said. “Your memory’s a little sketchy?” Nolan asked. Luke drained his glass, got up and returned with the bottle of whiskey. He tipped more into Esme’s glass before refreshing his own. Esme took a larger swallow and found this time it didn’t burn quite as much. She didn’t drink spirits, just a little wine every so often. It wasn’t something her father approved of, even though he didn’t apply the rule to himself. She began to feel the liquor’s effects as the moon peeped over the horizon. She watched it rapidly climb into the sky, a full moon casting a warm glow on the ridges, hills and meadows. The trees, giant oaks with limbs hanging almost to the ground, were washed in silver light. The boys, David and Joseph, played quietly at a game of cards. Nolan gazed thoughtfully into the campfire. When she turned to look at Luke, she found him studying her. “Why did you come back after all these years?” he asked quietly. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

    I made this place my home, and I'll never leave.I just need Rosie here with me. And tonight I won't let anything get in the way of making that a reality.

    Not only that, he wants me to call him daddy.He doles out spankings and punishments like they’re going out of style. He buys me presents, calls me “princess” and when we’re all alone I am his sexy little pet that will stop at nothing to satisfy his filthy mind.Daddy’s Sweet Ride is a standalone book in the Lost Coast Daddies Romance Series with habanero hot sex scenes, a HEA, and a sassy babygirl who finds a daddy who won’t give up on her. It does not feature age play, pull ups or pacis.

    One I didn’t see coming. Now that I have her, I am never letting go. Her family may not approve. That’s their fucking problem. I will get my ring on her hand, my baby in her belly and my last name behind hers faster than she can get unpacked. I dare someone try to stop me. Tabitha Gentry is MINE!!!!

    HARDBODY. STUD. I'm just a piece of meat to the women I entertain. And I love it. That's until she walks into the club. Suddenly, I want more. I want her. My name is Chandler but hardly anyone knows it. I go by Candy, and when I dance, I go all the way. Women scream my name and throw their panties 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 her hot little body. Sure, it was high school the last time I saw her. But our families have been going to the same church for generations. And I always had my eye on her. She was the most beautiful girl in town, sure, 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 bastard 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. GRIND is a stand-alone novel with a guaranteed HEA and no cheating!