I don’t have time to fall in love—I’m too busy trying to run a business, keep the red socks out of the white laundry, and get the damn pillowcases on without owing a dollar to the swear jar. Sure, Frannie Sawyer is beautiful and sweet, but she’s twenty-seven, the boss’s daughter, and my new part-time nanny—which means she’s completely off-limits. It’s bad enough I can’t stop fantasizing about her, what kind of jerk would I be if I acted on the impulse to kiss her? (Exactly the kind of jerk you’re thinking.) Actually, I’m worse than that—because I didn’t stop with a kiss, and now I can’t stay away.  She makes me feel like myself again. She reminds me what it’s like to want something just for me. She’s everything I ever needed, but nothing I ever imagined. I’m a former Marine. I should have had the strength to resist her from the start. But I didn’t. And now I have to choose between the life I want and the life she deserves. Even if it means giving her up.

     Five years ago, Clayton Rorick loved me. Or so I thought. Turned out he only wanted to get his hands on my daddy’s company. Heartbroken, I ran away with nothing but the clothes on my back. Like a twisted Cinderella. When my father dies, leaving my sisters in a desperate situation, it’s up to me to help them. I’ll have to beg the man who broke my heart to save us. But Clayton hasn’t forgotten me and what he wants in exchange for his help is…my body, my heart and my soul.

    Every woman in Rockhead Point wants a taste of the mountain man. Including me. Except he doesn’t even know my name. I’m just the girl behind the counter filling his coffee, while he grunts and grumbles, barely making eye contact. Then a newcomer with a charming smile and a fancy suit shows up in Rockhead Point, and refuses to take no for an answer when he asks me to dinner. That’s when I find out Mr. Mountain Man not only knows my name… he thinks I’m his property.

    I didn’t know his name or where he was from. All I knew was that the only place I’d ever felt safe was in his arms. But safety is an illusion. And not every savior is a hero. And—as I’d soon find out—having an alpha save your life comes with a price. Liam Black wanted something from me in return.

    But will their relationship end up costing him his job?

    Never. Then I find out I have to take care of a baby I didn’t even know existed…but I won’t let it change my life. This baby is nothing but a small blip on my radar. But the nanny…f*ck, she’s hot. And according to her resume, she loves “learning new things.” If there’s any reason to keep the baby longer than necessary, it’s to make sure I see her voluptuous body every day. The fact that Bailey’s more gorgeous than she even realizes, that she looked like a deer in the headlights when I stared her down at her interview, makes my c*ck twitch. She doesn’t even realize her own beauty which is sexy…as…hell. She drives me insane with that innocent, sexy look. No one ever talks to me like the way she talks to me. No one ever challenges me. No one ever looks so f*cking hot while doing it either. I tell myself it’s just infatuation. I can’t get involved with her, I know that much. I only want to taste her. And I’m pretty sure she wants to taste me, too. A pretty little thing like her is too good to pass up, especially with that bite of spunkiness in her. Before long she’s mine, her ripe young body responding to my every touch, my every kiss, my every thrust. But the more time I spend with her, the more real it becomes. And the more I see her with the baby, the more I start to think that maybe we could be a real family. But that’s impossible. Isn’t it? Bailey Together. Me and the billionaire. Sharing this mansion. With his bedroom just down the hall from mine. He’s the boss from hell, expecting me to keep the baby quiet at all times. When I explain to him that babies cry, he becomes incensed. “You have a mouth on you, Miss Rainville, and I have better uses for it.” I know I should be disgusted, but I’m not. Not even close. The man smells delicious, his late-day stubble creates a dark mood over his features, and my body shakes when he stands so close to me I’m almost positive he’s going to kiss me. What’s even crazier is that I actually want him to. The man who hired me, pressing his lips against mine. I wouldn’t mind at all. I want this man more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life -- he infuriates me like no one else, and that sends currents running through my body. The balls. The nerve. The cockiness. He thinks it’s all about him. I shouldn’t be interested in him at all. And yet I can’t help thinking there’s more to him than what he shows the world. More than just a cocky, rude billionaire, the kind of man whose heart is so cold, he could turn away his own child. I know that’s not who he really is. Know that he could be a great dad, a great family man. I just need to prove it to him. And I’ll do whatever it takes, even if my heart shatters along the way… The Billionaire And The Nanny (Book Two) is a standalone alpha billionaire single dad romance with a guaranteed HEA.

    I've seen some crazy stuff as a bouncer. I thought I'd seen it all.But I've never seen anything like her. Just one look and I knew my life was never going to be the same. She's sweet, innocent, and looking for trouble.She found it.I'm big and mean and more trouble than she ever imagined. I'm going to mess up all her carefully laid plans. And I'm going to make her mine.SarahI'm a careful girl. Life is too dangerous not to be. I have a plan. Goals. And none of them include an overly-muscled, tattooed, possessive bouncer with an eye patch from the road house just outside of city limits.I just wanted one night off from being perfect, boring, and careful.He's too much man for a girl like me. Too intense. Too visceral.But I don't think he's going to let me go.Author's Confession: I don't even know if this could happen in real life. Luckily, it's a book. That means the hot, tatted, beardy bouncer can totally take one look at the virgin college student studying actuarial science and know he's going to marry the sh!t out of her. Right?

    The humiliating chastisement leaves her with blushing cheeks and a burning backside, but the real lesson will be taught in a far more shameful fashion.For nineteen-year-old Mary Johnson, the only thing more embarrassing than her husband’s strict correction is her inability to hide her helpless arousal as she is punished. But no matter how desperately she begs, she will still be claimed in just the way a naughty wife needs to be claimed.Publisher’s Note: His Blushing Bride includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

    For years she has been haunted by the night she can’t remember. When she learns the only man she's ever loved has betrayed her, she escapes and crafts a new identity. She's finally free... Carter has waited eight years to claim his woman. Locking him up only fueled his obsession. The day he gets out he's coming for her. Taking the Fall was just the start. Now he'll stop at nothing to possess what's his. Warning: this book contains a hero who grunts and growls his way through life, a heroine nicknamed Cherry looking to lose it, and instalove so fast and hard your panties might disintegrate. Note: not responsible for exploding panties. Includes Short Story on Jeanette & Saint: They met by chance. Or so she thought... Losing her wasn't something he was willing to do. Sometimes life takes you to the edge, but Jeanette had a Saint to catch her. This is the short story of how they met, how they fell in love, and how much Saint loves going down on her. BONUS: Letters Carter wrote Cherry while in Prison.

    Now it's Daniel's turn.I thought I could stay away from her. I thought wrong.What was I supposed to do when I found out that Charles Moriani's last wish was for me to marry his only daughter?I owed the man everything - he taught me all I know and took on the role my late father was unable to fulfil, never asking for anything in return.Until now.The choice was easy to make. Too easy, perhaps. I tried to make myself believe I married her for honourable reasons, but nothing could be further from the truth.Alyssa was never meant to find out how I feel about her. She was never meant to end up in my bed. And she was definitely never meant to love me back.Author's note: Serendipity is based on my debut novel, The Tie That Binds, and largely follows the same events, but it's written from Daniel's point of view. While it is technically a standalone, I highly recommend reading The Tie That Binds first. It'll be a more enjoyable read that way, as Serendipity was mostly written for my beloved readers that requested Daniel's side of the story.

    From USA Today Bestselling Author comes a new adult student/teacher romance...He's my art professor.I'm his student.With an electric connection and undeniable chemistry, I know it won't be long until one of us cracks.When the opportunity arises to pose naked for the entire art class, I can't help the thrill of knowing he'll be watching me.While they all look past me with their eyes narrowed and concentrated, drawing only the lines and angles of my body, he sees right through me down to my vulnerability.He sees more than just the physical aspects--he sees me.That's when I see the struggle in his features as he tries to stay in control.How do we keep our distance when everything seems to be pulling us together?What feels so right can only go wrong if we keep pushing the limits.Recommended for 18 & above due to explicit sexual content, language, and adult content.*Pushing the Limits is a 102,000 words standalone.*

    Those exotic womanly curves… She was an enigma I had to unravel. I wasn’t there for the thrill of it. Not really. It was just something to do. But then she picked me out of the crowd. The sultry burlesque dancer. Savannah. Jesus, my c*ck ached as she danced over me. Bending. Contorting. I needed her like fire needs oxygen. I had Savannah that night. And several nights after that. There was no end to the lust she stirred in me... Then it all went to sh*t. Now, Savannah’s pregnant. With my babies. Triplets. This wasn’t the deal. I know who I am— A fucking widow who gave up on emotional bullshit long ago. But I can’t walk away from this. I can’t abandon the mother of my children. I know Savannah doesn’t trust me. And hell, I don’t blame her. However, she needs to understand that she’s mine. Her and our unborn kids. And no one is going to f@*k that up.

    Or so I think, until I meet hot, experienced firefighter Ewan McLelland. Just when I find myself falling for him hard, fast, and completely head over heels, he disappears. Just like my father. And now there’s no way back to the life I had before I fell in love with a fireman... Ewan: The single life is wearing thin, but there’s been no one to tempt me away from it until I meet fiercely independent Lara. She’s reluctant to get close, but there’s no way I can give up on her sweet face and soft curves. Then, just as the sizzling attraction between us catches fire, a nightmare from years ago resurfaces and threatens what we have. Can I put this right or have I lost Lara forever? ***This is a standalone romance novella with a wildly happy ever after -- a head over heels love story between a girl who was never loved enough and a fireman who will fight for her all the way. Gobble up this short and steamy story and set your heart on fire.***

    It’s not the life he would have chosen for himself, but he didn’t exactly have a choice.He’s been tasked with tracking down the mafia boss’s mistress after she stole from him and then skipped town. All he has to do is bring her back to New York and his debt will be paid; he’ll be free to do what he wants with his life.Then he steps into the apartment and instead of a thieving mistress, he finds an angel.Keyera Barclave is not the girl Locke is looking for.She just got to town and moved into her new apartment. When a situation back in New York traps them both in her apartment, she’s given time. Time to prove she’s not the girl he wants. Time to fall for the lonely mafia enforcer.When their time is up, will Locke believe that he had the wrong girl? Or will he turn his fallen angel over to his boss and finally be free of that life?She isn’t the girl he’s looking for…but she just might be who he needs.

    Successful. Wealthy. That’s me, and I look damn good in a three-piece suit or in nothing at all. Nudity is my jam. I’m an artist and my favorite inspiration is the female figure. Curvy. Beautiful. Lush. My life is perfect. Fast cars. Big luxurious home. And we’re opening more galleries across the country. The only thing I don’t have is inconsequential: love. Then a beautiful curvy woman shows up on my gallery floor and her wise ways and sexy sway make me think differently. Maybe the life I have isn’t what I want after all. I thought I knew what living was, but after her, I’m not so sure. She’s challenging. Fickle. Flighty. She wants to travel abroad and she never saw a man like me fitting into her life. Poor thing doesn’t know what she’s missing.She’s mine. Period. Now I just need to be subtle, cool, collected. And she needs to read between the lines.