Did I mention it's a lot of money? A hell of a lot.I needed to go far away to think it through.As I embarked on an impulsive trip, I hit a detour when I met sexy Carter in the airport lounge. We struck up a heated conversation.Then, he left.I thought I'd never see him again.But fate had other plans.Surprise! He was the pilot of my flight.The bigger surprise was the adventure that followed after the plane landed.Carter was dangerous and always on the move.Even though our connection was magnetic, I knew it was only temporary.He would give me tickets, and I would follow him around the world to exotic places.A bevy of flight attendant exes and rumors about Carter's reputation were never far behind.I didn't know what to believe.But I was addicted. Nothing else mattered anymore. And I was going to get hurt. Because a part of me wanted to be the one to finally ground the playboy pilot.At the very least, he was taking me on a thrilling ride.All good things must come to an end, right?Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.

     Oh, stop it. Don’t cringe. No one under the age of 80 clutches their pearls. You might as well get used to it, because for the next six weeks, you’re going to hear that word a lot. And you’re going to say it a lot. Go ahead, try it out on your tongue. F*ck. F***ck. Ok, good. Now where were we? If you enrolled yourself in this program then you are wholly aware that you’re a lousy lay. Good for you. Admitting it is half the battle. For those of you that have been sent here by your husband or significant other, dry your tears and get over it. You’ve been given a gift, ladies. The gift of mind-blowing, wall-climbing, multiple-orgasm-inducing sex. You have the opportunity to f*ck like a porn star. And I guarantee, you will when I’m done with you. And who am I? Well, for the next six weeks, I will be your lover, your teacher, your best friend, and your worst enemy. Your every-f*cking-thing. I’m the one who is going to save your relationship and your sex life. I am Justice Drake. And I turn housewives into whores. Now…who’s first?

    Born with everything, wanting for nothing, murder has become his addiction. He kills women who entice him. He immortalizes them while they’re still young and beautiful. How will he manage to save the one woman he loves?Ronnie Lapierre is a survivor. Born with nothing, she’s struggling in a dead end job with an abusive bastard for a boyfriend. Jude offers her a way out, salvation beyond her wildest dreams. What will happen when she learns his terrible secret?Donovan Blake is the brightest mind to come out of Quantico in years. Charged with finding the Cascades Butcher, he’s perfect for this game of cat and mouse. Will his own dark past lead him to success, or drag him into the depths of hell with the most dangerous man he’s ever encountered?Hearts will be broken, families destroyed, and good men will turn evil. In the end, only one will remain. Find out who survives in this intense story of love and ruin.***Explores dark themes of murder, violence, sexuality, BDSM, the nature of evil...basically all the good stuff.

    Mason doesn’t do hearts and flowers. He has all but given up on love until he meets the nurse who worked in the NICU while his son was there. Fighting his growing attraction to Moira, he feels guilty, believing he doesn’t deserve a second chance at love.Moira Parker has worked hard to achieve her dream job as a nurse. It’s there that she meets the man of her dreams, Mason. However, he just lost his wife, and she feels wrong for desiring him. Brought together by his grief, Moira shows Mason his life is just beginning.This is the untold story of how Mason found new love.

    We met when her cat broke into my apartment. I'd opened my door to get the paper, and the damn hell-creature came rushing inside, tearing up my expensive leather couch like it was on a mission. I was furious... until she came chasing after it. Demi is gorgeous-- I could get lost in the curls on her head, and the curves on her body. She lives across the hall from me. She promises she can pay for her cat's damage, tells me her new job starts tomorrow and she's working for the biggest asshole in the city: Gabriel Magnovan. In other words... me. She's got no clue I'm her new boss, and the longer she talks about how awful I apparently am-- according to her friends-- the more I'm back to feeling furious. She might seem sweet and caring when it comes to her pet, but this woman has a bite. I'm determined to make her pay for much more than just the damage to my couch. She thinks I'm an asshole? She has no idea how cruel I can be. I plan to push my new secretary so hard that she'll give up and quit. It should have been easy. But Demi is a fighter. She's standing up to me and not breaking down. Why is her strength such a turn on? And when did I go from pushing her away... To craving every inch of her body?

    . . but only for a moment.The next night, he was waiting for me.He sat there in his expensive suit and watched.No participation.My only acknowledgement was the look of lust in his eyes.It continued until the night before I left,when I found a card under my door.No words. Just a number. So, I texted him.I’d never done anything like it before.It felt so dirty and wrong, but at the same time, I felt alive.He was much older than me, so intimidating and sexy.He made me feel things no man ever has.I was under his spell.The last thing I expected was to ever see him again.

    Like I might grope her in our first investor meeting. It infuriated me—not because she was wrong, no. She was right about me. I was definitely an animal.It just pissed me off that she thought she could tell me what to do.I was the boss.Not her.But fine. I tried to stop thinking about her long hair, her decadent curves, her intoxicating scent.And I could have stopped fantasizing about her.Until I found her fantasies.Alyssa has been writing about how much she wants a man to control her. A man who can make her kneel, beg, sweat and moan.A man like me.My secretary has a secret—one I'm ready to use against her.I'm about to see how professional she really wants to be.

     Billionaire Con Romero has hated Christmas for three years. Every whiff of evergreen and every jingle bell reminds him of how much he wants something he can never have.  At age eighteen, Willow Kaplan might be legal, but she's still forbidden.  Although a virgin, Willow has always been more naughty than nice. And more than anything, she wants to belong to Con. Now she just has to convince the stubborn billionaire that she's the best Christmas present he will ever receive.

     I keep my two worlds separate. At work, I’m King of Wall Street. The heaviest hitters in Manhattan come to me to make money. They do whatever I say because I’m always right. I’m shrewd. Exacting. Some say ruthless. At home, I’m a single dad trying to keep his fourteen year old daughter a kid for as long as possible. If my daughter does what I say, somewhere there’s a snowball surviving in hell. And nothing I say is ever right. When Harper Jayne starts as a junior researcher at my firm, the barriers between my worlds begin to dissolve. She’s the most infuriating woman I’ve ever worked with. I don’t like the way she bends over the photocopier—it makes my mouth water. I hate the way she’s so eager to do a good job—it makes my dick twitch. And I can’t stand the way she wears her hair up exposing her long neck. It makes me want to strip her naked, bend her over my desk and trail my tongue all over her body. If my two worlds are going to collide, Harper Jayne will have to learn that I don't just rule the boardroom. I’m in charge of the bedroom, too. The King of Wall Street is a sexy, stand alone, contemporary romance.

    Three margaritas, two shots, and one beer—because it was free.I think it’s important to be open and honest with your co-workers, don’t you?So here I am, being honest. Drunk but honest. Or just drunk with lust? You decide.I like you so much it’s clouding my judgment and making me do things I never would sober. Like write this letter.I have a hopeless, foolish, schoolgirl crush on you when you are the last person on earth I should be falling for. Did you know people around the office call you a sadist? An egomaniac. An insensitive, arrogant prick. Your bark is worse then your bite, and you don’t scare me. The fact is, I’d love that bite of yours to nip at my bare skin while we’re both wearing nothing but sheets.For once I want you to look at me as more than one of your employees. And as long as we're being honest, that navy blue suit you wear? With the crisp white shirt? It really makes me want to loosen your tie and show you who’s boss. Love,Sincerely,Yours.

    So when she looks into the eyes of a last-minute shopper after closing on Christmas Eve, she’s sarcastic rather than sympathetic. But Brinn is ever the good girl and her conscience wins out. She offers the handsome stranger ten minutes to select a gift and ends up with a present of her own—a date. On Christmas Eve. Davis hates Christmas. Especially this year, since a neighborhood heist liberated him of his hard-earned belongings and the few gifts he’d purchased. But the robbery led him to a cute store manager with a sense of humor, smokin’ body and no plans for the evening. Mistletoe might be in order after all. Their Christmas Eve date is like gift-wrapped, sexy satisfaction. But the best gifts keep on giving, and one naughty night may not be enough—for either of them.

    Ivy is my new assistant and a threat to me. She’s my undoing. If ever I was to believe in a cosmic connection, it was the moment I met her.For years I’ve had one goal--revenge. As CEO, I have crafted a strategic plan for business, but never a life beyond.With one touch from her, the veil is lifted. Things are different, and every moment I’m near her, my world begins to change.A wall of propriety keeps me from her. I need her as my pawn in this war, beside me in battle. Sharing the secrets of my enemies, and her desires in my bed. Her body to claim as mine.Getting what I want has consequences.Collateral damage is real.In the game of crushing kings of men, I never planned on my heart being a sacrifice

    The bully you can't run away from. I'm the tormentor who makes your life a living hell. The villain you love to hate.I'm the vicious stepbrother sleeping in the next room.The one who knows all your secrets. And I'll stop at nothing to make you pay.WARNING: This book is recommended for mature readers due to graphic language, sexual content, and dark elements.

    Little did I know that cold, calculating, dangerous Byron St. James didn't want his money back. Oh, no. He wanted me as payment...* This is a 'jerk who redeems himself' story. And make no mistake, our hero IS a jerk to the heroine for a good part of the book. If that isn't your thing, this might not be the book for you.** For a list of possible triggers, please visit: http://www.jessicagadziala.com/trigge...

    I thought he was a nice guy giving me a ride home… We were both wrong. Bryce Ericsson is not a nice guy. He’s a ruthless billionaire with a penchant for snapping up failing companies and completely gutting them. Unfortunately, I had no clue who he was when I got in his car and spent the hottest night of my life with him. When he walks into my office the next day, announcing he’s the new owner of the company I work for, I’m pretty sure I’m going to be fired. Then he makes me an offer I can’t refuse. They say money can’t buy you love… Or can it?