Every time the girl looked at me it was like she knew exactly what I was thinking. And why I was thinking it. It’s the why part that bothered me the most. I never wanted a girl like Sienna in my life. I never wanted a girl to embed herself into my soul so deep just trying to forget about her felt worse than slicing layers of skin off. I never wanted to feel like this. For anyone. But I had her and I fucking let her go. I let her go, and she filled the void. A void I’ve never been able to fill. Not in the ten years since I created it. I’ve tried my hardest, but nothing I do makes the hole feel any less painful. But now she’s here. In my city. In my shop. And I’ve been handed my second chance on a silver platter. I’ll show her what she’s missing. I’ll show her exactly why I’m the only guy for her. And then I’ll make her hurt. Just as bad as I have. **18+ FOR ADULT CONTENT**

    His criteria? Purity, obedience, and a certain naivety.After all, how else is he supposed to find the perfect trophy wife to stand beside him as he runs for office?Out of sheer curiosity, Emily answers the ad. She’s never met a billionaire before like him before.Little did she know, her curiosity sent her into his trap.As part of his sordid manipulation, he offers her everything she’s ever wanted-financial freedom, a chance for her sister’s dreams to come true, and what she assumes is love.For Jack the arrangement has nothing to do with love. She is the perfect woman to suit his purposes. She’s completely unaware of his plans ... or what effect she has on him. Everything from her youth to her innocent vibe entices him.But the billionaire has cruel, dark desires, ones he had originally meant to keep hidden from her. When he loses his resolve, he begins a chain of events that will change Emily’s life forever.

    A clean slate was just what I needed to keep the pain away.Remembering the past wasn't really a problem until a feisty blonde by the name of Penny Preston showed up in my bar demanding answers…answers that I can't possibly give her.But as hard as I try to ignore my longing for her, it's almost impossible. Something keeps drawing me back to her.When I push her away one too many times right into the arms of another man, I realize I can’t bear to lose her.Even though I don't remember her, my heart just can't seem to forget that she's mine.And I'm going to get her back.*Remember Me Always is a full-length standalone novel that contains adult themes for mature readers.**Please Note: This is a re-release of a previously published limited release of the same title by the same author. This version has been rewritten and contains extra scenes and a bonus epilogue.*

    I blur the line between right and wrong so why I’m in the business I’m in is fucking beyond me. It’s a job; I don’t make it personal. Until I get her email.There was intrigue behind every word. She got my attention. She’d even get my services. What I hadn’t planned on was her stealing my heart.*~*~*Who knew one email would change my life.I lived in a gilded cage. Given everything except the one thing I wanted...love. My husband was always absent. I wanted answers.He took my case, he promised to find me answers. What I hadn’t planned on was him stealing my heart.I wanted love. I’d come to learn I was looking for it with the wrong man.

    The life she chose as a high priced escort brings her lavish gifts, 5 star hotels and treatments and luxurious getaways. These things bring her happiness but there’s one thing that’s missing and it’s not LOVE. Enter Corbin…a handsome, married, corporate man who seeks a female companion to listen to his woes. One thing leads to another and he will soon wish he had kept his hands to himself. Angel refuses to let him leave her alone because he is the one man that has given her life…the ultimate orgasm and she will go to great lengths to keep her body pleased.

    He titillates all women and is rejected by none. An orphan who comes from nothing, William has built an empire from a gaming club and an illegal fight club with his best friend and mentor, Charles. However, when profits decline, Charles and William decide to open the first hardcore sex club in the U.S.With plans in the works to expand that business, they’re forced to take drastic measures to secure enough cash to pay the gaming club debts. Drastic measures that involve Ivy, a woman William already has unfinished business with. A woman who might be the only female that equally annoys and intrigues him.But when William and Ivy start playing a dangerous game, the stakes become higher with each passing day until no one can find a sane way out.A dark erotic, historical thriller.From Soraya Naomi, International Bestselling Author of the Chicago Syndicate series.This book is exclusively available on Radish.

    No white dress or happily ever after. She doesn’t want soul-crushing love or promises she’s too broken to keep. Most of all, she doesn’t want anyone to ask her to stay.Dane Masters might not have a list, but he does have a house and a steady job, and he knows exactly what he wants—Bennett.When life keeps dragging her back to him, he’s there to give her a reason not to leave again. Each time, she has more trouble walking away, and he falls a little harder when she goes.Unless Dane can find a way to prove he’s what she’s been searching for, Bennett will always have an excuse to push him away.And then he’ll risk becoming another broken piece she leaves behind.

    I repeat them endlessly in my head. But damn it, I can't stay away. Can't stop thinking about it. About her. She's perfect. Beautiful. Exceptional in every way. When in the world did she grow up? No! I refuse to touch her. I won't do it. But I did. Just once. And now. I want more. So much more. Once I've set my mind to something, nobody can stop me. Not even him. Screw him. He's just my best friend. She's just his little sister. Rules are meant to be bent. Broken. Hell, rewritten. How bad can it be?

    It only comes once in a lifetime, that all consuming love—the kind that grips your heart and soul like a vice and never lets go.When that love is threatened; you’d do anything to protect the only good thing in your life, even if that means surrendering and letting it go.A lot can happen in ten years—heartbreak, devastation, loss.But when a chance encounter throws two broken souls together again, will their pasts be too much to put behind them?Or will they be able to put all of their fears aside for one last chance at love?

    I'm pregnant, and the father of my child is the one man that I can't have. He's intelligent, muscular, and oh-so-sexy. He's also my stepbrother. Ian got off on tormenting me for years, using my silly crush to humiliate me over and over. However, things have changed since he joined the Army. I've grown up, filled out, and come into my own. Even though he was leaving in a month, I soon realized that I would do anything, take any risk, to keep him in my life. Especially if I could give him the one thing he had always wanted... A baby.

    But when Cason O’Connor kidnaps me, I’m shocked that I’m now being used as a pawn for my brother’s crimes. I should hate my captor, but I don’t. I hunger for his touch, I crave his intensity, I feel alive for the first time in my life. Will he be willing to abandon his plot for revenge or will I be nothing but payback? Cason The plan is simple—kidnap Holly Brannon, baby sister of the man who shot mine. Revenge should be sweet. I’ll torture the only person he loves. Instead, I’m the one being tortured by this fiery redhead with incredible curves. I’m obsessed with her. Now I must choose between making Butcher pay for his crimes and my desire to possess Holly, no matter the consequence. She was my victim—now she’s my woman. And I’ll never let her go.Publisher's Note: This is a bad boy romance with dark themes. It is over-the-top sexy with all the dirty sweetness you’ve come to expect from an Alexx Andria read. No cliffhangers. Guaranteed HEA. Bonus material includes the full-length bad boy romance, AGAINST THE WALL. Enjoy!

    Her free spirit and noncommittal attitude left him wanting more. A lot more—he wanted forever. Unfortunately, forever becomes complicated when fate has other plans.But that was years ago...Still shattered by his guilt and self-destructive behavior, Jack lives his life in agony over the past - never embracing the present. But when Jovie Blake shows up, demanding a piece of his heart, the past that he thought he'd buried, comes crashing down around him. Forcing him to confront what he lost so long ago. Regret is inevitable, and no one’s heart is safe. Can fate be so twisted and cruel?

     Until my talents no longer paid the rent every month. Once I got evicted, things got real. I tried to charm my way back into my big brother's house but the lines were too blurred. I knew better. Our secrets ran too deep. Suddenly, life was no longer going off without a hitch. Life was full of hitches. Full of secrets that weighed me down. Full of drama and tension around every corner. I felt like I was spinning around in a tornado until he came into my life... But could he accept me and the Pandora's box of secrets buried at the root of my family tree? Could he deal with the other man in my life? Could he deal with me?

     I know the feeling well. I'm the top draft prospect for the NFL, voted All-American last year, and a God at the University of Oregon. I didn't get here by fucking around or chasing fantasies—and I'll never forget where I came from. A guy like me only gets one chance to get out, to make something of himself. Passion. I thought football was my passion. But Teagan Fletcher, she's my obsession. My childhood friend is now a woman with curves for days and hair like fire. But she also hates me—and I don't blame her. I want her. But I can't have her. I need her. But I don't know how to let go. One way or another, I'll have it all: football … and Fletcher. ***KICKED is a standalone new adult sports romance with a happy ending and no cliffhanger. To celebrate the release of this bad boy, there are two free bonus books in the back: STEPBROTHER INKED and RAW AND DIRTY, both from C.M.'s pen name, Violet Blaze. All three are full-length novels, full of bad boys and tattoos, and loaded with hot, hot, hotness. Enjoy! EXCERPT FROM "KICKED": “What are we doing?” Teagan asked as I forced her to jog after me towards the tunnel. “Where are we going?” Her voice was breathy and patchy, and she panted as she ran after me, but she kept going, following me into the pitch blackness and down, down, down. At the halfway mark, I stopped, turned, shoved her back into the wall. “Tyce,” Teagan said, her voice high and reedy, like she was about to come in her panties just from looking at me. I reached up and tore my helmet from my head, tossing it aside and letting it bounce along the pavement beneath our feet. I was panting so goddamn hard in that moment, sucking in breath after anxious breath as my eyes flicked over her face, down her throat, across the full swell of her chest. I stepped forward and cupped the back of her head with a golden glove, leaned down and captured her mouth with mine. I kissed her hard and fast, frantic with time and need and desire. Less than five minutes. I bruised Teagan's mouth with my own, slid our tongues together, made her dizzy when I pulled back and looked her straight in the face. “We have five minutes,” I said and then we were working together to shove her pants down one leg, over her sneakers. Mine were next, pushed down halfway off my a**, my c*** springing free from my cup. I lifted Teagan up against that stone wall, slammed her back into the cool cement and let her curl her fingers in my sweaty hair. It was stuck to my forehead, probably a hot mess, but she looked at me like I was a god. I felt like a god there in that tunnel in the dark with thousands of fans screaming and pounding the pavement above our heads. In an instant, my coach or a security guard or one of the boys, they could come down here and find us screwing. I didn't care. Seriously. I didn't give a s***.

    I would know—it drove me absolutely crazy…until I was the one doing the drooling. Our days were filled with stomach-hurting laughter accompanied by easy conversation, and our nights were filled with secret, awkward teenage flirting. But that was when Dawson was just my best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. And then… it was more. It’s a memory I pretend to see through blurry eyes, hazed by passing years of no communication. The one night that my heart was suddenly soaring through the starry night, only to catch fire as it rapidly descended seconds later. Six years was a long time to get my heart under control. A lot has changed, and yet here I am, still drooling over Dawson—my ex best friend.