He’s used to taking charge, making bold moves, and turning crazy ideas into reality. Until one night he decides to flex his cocky attitude and massive wallet at the humble Italian restaurant where I happen to work. I may be the first person to tell him the word “No,” and he doesn’t like it one bit.Or does he? Why does something seem to sizzle in the air between us, despite the fact that he clearly dislikes me—and is arrogant, and pompous, and basically the worst? Why do I keep thinking about his deep blue eyes, and his luscious, tantalizing hair?Doesn’t matter. I assume that after this one disastrous night I’ll never have to think about him or any of his body parts again.But see, that’s where I’d be wrong. Because unbeknownst to me, Max Coleman is the CEO of the startup where I just got hired. And that annoying little fact is about to muck up my life, mess with my head and muddle up all my feels. But no matter what, nothing can happen here, right? I mean, this is my boss we’re talking about!So, let’s address these concerns together in a professional manner, shall we? Because I have questions.Outstanding question number 1: How do you work with a boss when you hate each other’s guts?Outstanding question number 2: Why is everything more complicated when it turns out you might not hate each other after all?This book contains: bosses who grump, enemies who love, billionaires who...billion?, forbidden attraction, workplace flirtation, kissing, and some of the steamy stuff.

    Chance and I thought we knew what we were up against. We were prepared for the everyday problems we'd face with our decision to marry young, but couldn't begin to predict what my husband's career would do to him - to our relationship. I no longer recognize the man I married. He's changed - broken - lost.The harder I try, the more he withdraws. If we're unable to figure this out, I'm afraid I'll lose him forever to a game we once thought would bring opportunity and fortune.*contains come adult content*

    Unfortunately, it also makes Cassie a liar if she doesn't tick off at least some of the kinky exploits before her sister's bachelorette party. Luckily, she's found just the man to help her, starting with number four—sex with an anonymous stranger.As the owner of a chain of computer shops, Simon Traxel doesn't deal with mundane repairs, but when a brunette with killer green eyes and a list of sexploits frozen across her computer screen shows up at one of his shops, he's ready to get a little hands on.Simon's more than willing to have some fun helping Cassie turn her made-up adventures into reality. Between steamy public romps that go hilariously awry, and sexy antics with kitchen utensils, getting through a to-do list has never been this much fun. But nearing the last few items means nearing the end of their time together, and Simon isn't ready to let her go...

    So it’s only natural that Luna would convince her brother and his husband-to-be to compete on The Wedding Game, a “do-it-yourself” TV show, for the title of Top DIY Wedding Expert.As a jaded divorce lawyer, Alec Baxter scoffs at weddings and romance. But when his recently engaged brother begs him to participate in The Wedding Game, Alec grudgingly picks up a glue gun and prepares for some family bonding.Both fierce competitors, Luna and Alec clash on national TV as harsh words and glitter fly with abandon. But as they bicker over color swatches and mood boards, they find themselves fighting something else: their growing mutual attraction. While Luna is torn between family loyalty and her own feelings, Alec wonders if he might have been wrong about love and marriage all along…

    Example: You're chatting with a guy you're interested in and your friend comes along and lays claim to him.MaggieThat's my life except it's worse. My friend who keeps jamming me is my gay roommate, and if that isn't a W.T.F. moment, I'm not sure what is. Fact: He went home with three yes, three of the guys I had been so sure were into me. Fact: He's really pissing me off. I mean, hello? I'm trying to get back in the saddle, but I'll never manage to get a boyfriend before the age of fifty if he keeps this up. Fact: Secretly, I wonder what it would be like if he weren't gay.RyThe day I interviewed for the room to rent, everything changed. I knew I had met the girl, except there was one small problem: she didn't want anything to do with men. I recognized a top-notch force field when I saw one. She'd been burned badly and didn't want to deal with a heterosexual guy as a roommate. I could've turned around and found another place to live, but I wanted to live there with her. So I had to go undercover. Fact: I'm in love with my roommate. Fact: She's going to hate me if I come clean now. Fact: I'm not giving up. Which means I'll just have to continue to run defense until I figure out a way to get Maggie to see the real me. The me that loves her. The me that would never do her wrong. Until then, I'll keep running off every guy who shows any interest. Until then, I'll continue to Clam Jam.

    I thought I’d leave the red-headed stranger with dark green eyes behind and good freaking riddance. Except he’s not even close to being gone. Mason McConnell is everywhere, drawing me in, like an invisible thread. I just hope that string doesn't snap and break my heart. Mason: Two weeks was all I needed to go home, spread my cat’s ashes, and visit my brother. But one foolish decision at the airport managed to throw all my plans off track. Somehow, I had unknowingly cast the line, and Charlotte Kelley took the bait. The chatty, prying American somehow had a way of bringing me back to life. I didn’t want her under my skin, and I certainly wasn’t expecting her to make her way into my heart, yet once she did, I didn’t want her to leave. But with one secret wedged between us, I'm not sure I have the right to ask her to stay.

    She thinks she has everything planned out and is excited about her trip, though little does she know that she has no idea what this trip will entail.Johnathan lives alone in the mountainside. He is a loner, who has written off humanity, but when his path ends up crossing with a woman who needs his help, he will have to force himself to rekindle a sense of decency, at least for the woman, if not for anyone else.However, things take an unexpected turn when the two starts to enjoy each other's company and that company eventually heats up.Can Carrie help Johnathan break through his trust issues to regain his life and carry on within normal society?OR Is this simply a fling for two people brought together by unlikely circumstances?  70,000+ words in this steamy mountain man romance. HEA guaranteed. Kindle edition includes exclusive bonus content for your reading pleasure (including a never before published forbidden romance - "Claiming Charlotte").

    With my world turned upside down, I find myself leaning into him.We keep secrets.We torture ourselves through our attraction.We blame each other.I don’t know what I'm doing or who I am anymore.All I know is I don't want him to ever stop looking at me like he is right now.You're to Blame is a standalone novel.

    No really, I can’t refuse it because I slammed my Kia into his Lamborghini and now I’m in deep sh*t. Apparently, his mother is on his back about settling down, and he thinks I’m just the girl for the job. I can’t say I’m not intrigued about how far this might go. He’s got another thing coming if he thinks I’m sleeping with him. I’m not that type of girl.Not yet at least. Unfortunately for me, he’s president of the alphahole billionaire club. I mean, he would be if there was one. It’s just a few months, and besides, I could use a break from my grocery-store job to taste the life of the rich and famous. Even though he’s the worst thing that ever happened to me, he’s growing on me—fast. So I’ll be his fake fiancée and give him a run for his money. This boy’s going to pay up, hot stuff.

    But wise words, nonetheless.I just wish the Fortune Cookie People had considered how hard the whole “knowing when to quit” would be to carry out when a woman like me is gambling with her feelings.Heart-palpitating, vageen-tingling, butterflies-in-my-belly feelings for a noncommittal, hot-as-sin player by the name of Jude Winslow.After a crazy night where we were both pretending to be someone else, I’ve found myself immersed in the fun of the fling.The thrill.The irresistible charm.The pleasure of being with a man like him.Problem is, I’m positive he’s the exact opposite of husband material, and that is a serious issue for someone who is fixated on finding her happily ever after.I know the rules and I know the stakes, oh wise Fortune Cookie.Now I’d just like to know how close to self-destruction I have to get before I find the will to quit Jude Winslow.Goodness knows, when your heart is on the line, you can’t ante up your bet with an IOU.Author Note: The Bet is a full-length standalone romantic comedy and the first standalone book in the Winslow Brothers Collection. This book is chock-full of hilarious rom-com moments, but also, it’s spicy. We’re talking alllllll the sexy.

    But not me. I already know my future. I’m going to lose my sight. I don’t know exactly when, but it’s going to happen. And it’s the reason I’ll never fall in love.At least that’s what I thought. Until one day a guy walks into my chem class and changes all that.I thought for sure he'd avoid me after he saw how people at school treat me. The teasing. The nicknames. Just being seen with me is enough to ruin his reputation, yet this guy still wanted to date me. And he wouldn’t take no for an answer.That’s how it began. How it ended is not at all what I expected. Ours is an unlikely love story.

     Embattled CEO and newly-widowed Stephanie Kerrigan also cares about exactly three things: keeping control of the family business that her board of directors is hellbent on taking away from her, having a baby, and winning the lawsuit Ethan Webb has filed against her. What was Stephanie’s crime? Being married to Pete’s scumbag father. His dead father. So after spending less than an hour with her, what possible reason could Ethan have to suddenly ask Stephanie to marry him? And why in the world would she agree? That’s easy: extreme mutual need. Besides, it’s only for a few weeks. There’s no need for it to get complicated. Until it does.

    Cocky smile. Sculpted hipbones that scream filthy sex. Liam Cage is walking torture for any girl in New York, but especially me. He’s my stepbrother and on top of that, I’m living under his roof. I’m following his rules. I’m nothing but his good little girl and so I can’t want him. I can’t tempt him.I can’t bait him into touching my half-naked body while I lay "asleep" on his couch.… About that.It was every kind of wrong but I couldn’t help myself. I stripped down for my stepbrother. Tortured him. Forced him take out years of pent-up lust on my body in one sticky, sweaty shot. Long story short, I made the hottest mistake of my life, and I know there’ll be consequences, especially with a past like mine. But now that I’ve opened up Pandora’s box, there’s no going back. Basically, I’m screwed.But when it’s with a man as painfully sexy as Liam, screwed has kind of never felt so good.**Wrong is a raunchy, angsty standalone novel with a HEA.**

    With a fantastic pair of shoes on the line for the woman who makes it to the end without breaking any rules, the competition gets fierce. Sparks fly a few days into the bet when Grace and her friends cross paths with a sexy bartender named Michael Andris who happens to have a little bet of his own going with his friends.... In this hilarious debut novel, Victoria Michaels brings us a colorful and relatable cast of characters. She sends them on a sweet and sexy escapade as they sidestep one booby trap after another, manage the best of misguided intentions, and exert a whole lot of willpower and self control as they race down the path to true love. Winning isn't everything...or is it?

    Without her, I was better off.I knew it the second she walked away and realized how much happier I was.Knew it the day I interrupted her wedding reception to show her what she was missing and locked eyes with someone I hadn’t seen in years.Those eyes.Her smile.Everything about her turned something around inside me that had been quiet for years. But I’m not the only one who noticed.How do I, a grease monkey, compare to what a Nashville star has to offer?Easy.Because without her, none of what I’ve taken years to build matters.Now I get to prove it to her. Without You is a complete standalone small town romance filled with friendship, love, and second chances.