He’s the last person I want to work for, except he has a face I can’t look away from, and the longer we’re together, the harder he is to hate. Because under that smug exterior is a heart he doesn’t want to show—one that was badly broken a decade earlier.A part of me wants to fix it for him before I leave…but can I do it without breaking my own in the process?

    I knew you’d open this email faster if I tempted you with a glimpse of JT's “PP”. Well, put your pants back on and grab some bubbly because I have much better news to share.I GOT A JOB!As of tomorrow, I’ll be the new executive assistant at Lorena Lefray Designs. I am SO excited, but there’s one itty bitty problem: I won’t be Lorena’s assistant. I’ll be working for her older brother, Julian.I know what you're thinking- "But Jo, what’s the problem?"Google him. Now. He’s the man in the fitted navy suit whose face reminds you that there’s hope yet for this cruel, ugly world. Keep scrolling…Do you see those dimples? Yup. That’s the Julian Lefray I will be reporting to tomorrow morning.Lord, help us all...XO,Jo

     But one look at Cade Hill, the sexy new sports director, and uptight reporter Rebecca Fieldstone is daydreaming about other things. Sex in his office… Sex in the on-set kitchen… Sex in the supply closet… She can’t stop thinking about the former NFL quarterback and how perfect he’d look between her sheets—except he’s an arrogant jerk with a huge… ego. He’s the last guy she’d ever have a one-night stand with. Cade Hill draws a thick professional line on office romance—until it comes to the hyper-focused Rebecca. He wants her, and he gets his wish when a chance encounter has them having the hottest sex of their lives. It’s just a hook-up, she says. When can we do it again? he says. With Rebecca determined to keep Cade in the friend zone, it’s going to be an uphill battle for Cade to convince her he’s the last guy she’ll ever want. THE LAST GUY is the first white-hot CONTEMPORARY ROMANTIC COMEDY from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills and Tia Louise. It features Fireball-fueled hookups, Doritos Locos Tacos, attack monkeys, toddlers in tiaras, and one fabulous drag queen. Prepare for frantic clicking (or page flipping!) and smoking-hot sexytimes all the way to the out-of-this-world happily-ever-after.

    Calling the shots, and taking pictures of gorgeous women is every man's fantasy, including mine.That is, until Chelsea Sincock walks onto the set of one of my shoots.I've known Chelsea since before she was this hot as hell vixen wearing nothing but a bikini.What is she doing here?Does her brother, Declan, know?Did I mention he's my best friend?This is going to be hard, I mean difficult, to work with her. And the more I gaze at her from behind the lens, the more I realize I'm in way over my head.

    In these words, and in this world. A five star read from the very first page." - Amo Jones, USA Today Bestselling Author of the Elite Kings Club Series He's a bastard in Burberry. Decker Collins knows how to do one thing--win. When his billion-dollar law practice moves to merge with a firm out of Dallas, she shows up to oversee the transition. Tate Reynolds--the vixen in Versace. She's whip-smart, sassy, and gorgeous. Oh, and she doesn't take any of Decker's sh*t. With the merger hanging in the balance, they go to war with each other. There's only one problem. This war isn't just about business. Because when they're not butting heads... They're banging headboards. If you love wealthy, possessive alpha males and strong heroines, this series is for YOU! Cocky Playboy is a full length romance novel with a Happily Ever After.

    I met Sarah at the airport.Sweet.Timid.Uncertain.And wobbling on heels that didn't look like they belonged.Not my type at all--which is what attracted me to her.My flight had been canceled and I mistakenly assumed hers had too.One drink leads to casual conversation--she'd recently been canned, and I'd just attended my ex-fiancée's wedding.Can you say--how about another drink?I can. Heck yeah. Three drinks lead to getting a little closer--I slide a hand on her thigh and my fingertips under the hem of her skirt.Five drinks lead to a proposition--a hotel room and nothing more.After a mind-blowing night of the hottest sex I've ever had, I wake up alone and penniless. What.The.F*ck! How was I to know my self-proclaimed one-night stand would bite me in the ass?That Sarah would jeopardize everything I've worked for.That Sarah wasn't really Sarah.But then "Sarah" ends up on the same tropical island as I do.Can you say--payback?I can. Karma baby.

    People cross paths for a reason.I’m not sure why ours crossed but within a second, I realized, she could destroy everything.There’s a code of ethics in some professions where certain relationships are frowned upon. She’s the prosecutor. I’m the judge. Sleeping with her is all sorts of hell no!Ethic review boards could remove me from the bench—as in “You’re fired.” Even worse, my father would kill me if his name were tainted. But it would kill me more not to have her.They say rules are meant to be broken. But is she worth the risk? The only thing I was sure of—I wanted to completely overrule her perfect little world.

    My life was about control and without control I had nothing. Then I saw her. I'd made the deal with Shay to prove that nothing could break me. ... but I was wrong. A sinfully sexy standalone novel.

    Lost in a maze of hallways on the first day of her new position, she stumbles headlong into a boardroom of suits. Very expensive suits. They are the somebodies of this prestigious firm, and she is, by all accounts, the very definition of a nobody. And sitting at the table with the rest of the principals from the firm is a man—the very man who unwittingly deflowered her only days before. From the look of it, Jordan Ellinwood is none too happy to see her again; by his own admission, he’s a one-night-stand man, and the fact she conned him into taking her virginity isn’t sitting well with him either. But as her path is inextricably attached to his, their closeness will no longer be a choice. As an intern, she’s off-limits, and that says nothing of the fact he’s twelve years older than she is. But when coworkers bent on jealousy and resentment threaten her reputation and internship, the long-dormant emotions Jordan has so effectively stifled fight to break free. And as he struggles to get out of his own way long enough to let her see his compassion, her career is jeopardized and leaves him fighting with every last ounce of himself to save her. Will it be enough? Can he overcome his emotional shortcomings in time to rescue her future and his own—now so very attached to hers?Genre: Erotic Romance

    At the time of our meet not so cute, I didn’t know that the handsome man with the most captivating blue eyes was the wealthy, charismatic, and hot as sin hotelier, oh and my new boss.Well, technically he is my boss's boss. Just skimming the company manual was maybe not the best idea.But I digress. Working at Hart Hotels & Spa was a temporary plan. Now, that plan has changed. Jackson Hart not only wanted me in his bed and in his life, he wanted me working alongside him.Some offers are too good to pass up.JacksonPremium scotch aged to perfection, making money before sunrise, nine holes of golf and interesting conversation. Those are the things most known about me. Toss in a leggy brunette or a stunning redhead at a society event for good measure and there’s a story to amuse the public. But my story goes deeper—to the past that I left behind.Sooner or later past and present collide. I never dreamed Stevie Brockman would be part of both.

    The shiny strands of gold in her silky brown hair. Tiny crinkles between her eyebrows when she frowns. Her passion for neatness. Once I focus on her, I can’t take my eyes from my newest obsession. Ever. I need to know everything about her. Her past. Her present. The way she takes her coffee. Exactly how she smells after a spritz of perfume in the mornings. She’s perfect in every way and I was blind. But, God, now do I see. I notice the organized way she arranges her clothes in her closet. How she visits the same market each Saturday. The sounds of her breathing as I lie beneath her bed in silence. Violet is mine. She just doesn’t know it yet. ***WARNING*** Notice is a dark and unusual romance. Extreme sexual themes and violence in certain scenes, which could trigger emotional distress, are found in this story. If you are sensitive to dark themes, then this story is not for you. If you aren't into super obsessive stalkers, then this story is not for you.

    it was like a raging inferno! Blake At 34 years old I run one of the oldest, most powerful law firms in New York City. There is an endless stream of legal interns coming though the door who are all vying for the chance to spend a weekend in the Bahamas with the boss at the end of their internship. It's a pretty sweet setup for a bachelor who has no intention of settling down any time soon. Private jets, fancy cars and weekends spent partying at a gorgeous beach home on Paradise Island. It's a lifestyle that most young men can only dream about, but with each passing birthday I get a deeper sense that something is missing. Who am I kidding, I know exactly what's missing. Kayla I've known Blake ever since we were kids. He was younger than me, so I never thought about him romantically back then. After all, he was just a boy. Now that he is one of the most successful attorneys in the city, as well as the most eligible bachelor around, I can't help but be a bit jealous. It's too bad he's my boss. The day he took over the firm he hired as his executive assistant and that was nearly ten years ago. The number one rule at the firm has always been, no dating co-workers. If anyone gets caught, they are fired on the spot. No exceptions. I really need this job, but... Billionaire's Redemption is a steamy 25k word second chance love story. If you enjoy passionate, steamy scenes that lead to a happy ever after and NO cliffhangers, then you should read it now! Recommended for readers 18+

    That is, if she lasts that long. Because Logan Crenshaw, the creative force behind the company, doesn’t seem to want her there.Not being wanted is nothing new for Emma…but she doesn’t know what she’s done to make Logan stalk around the office, growling every command as if her very presence infuriates him. She can’t afford to lose this job, so her plan is to keep her head down and try to avoid any contact with him—no matter how big and sexy and unavoidable he is.But a Santa hat full of names, an office gift exchange, and one unexpected knock at her door are about to shake up all of her plans…Warning: This super-hot holiday romance contains Santa hats, red satin blindfolds, and an obsessed alpha male who talks dirty and knows exactly what to do with his big hands. Lots of swearing. No cheating, no cliffhangers.

    I just know what I like.A powerful billionaire in a suit wasn’t even my first choice. McAllister Stonewall was never on my radar, I didn’t even know he existed.But I do now.His hands are all over me at work. The heat of his chest pressing against my bare back as he bends me over the desk is the only thing on my mind.He is my most forbidden desires unleashed. He is my new secret obsession. He is my Mr. Perfect.Until the moment I realize… There’s no such thing as perfect.

     Boy meets girl, they fall in love, two kids, white picket fence.  This isn’t that story.  This is more like...  Man meets woman.  Man sleeps with woman.  Man meets another woman, sleeps with her.  And so on.  You get the idea.I own a small boutique hotel in New Orleans, the Kingston.  I’ve seen men do some stupid stuff in the name of the woman they love, or at least the woman they love for the night.  That’s not me.  I’m always in control.  You’d be surprised how much you can get away with on just good manners and a smile. It’s the only way to keep my secrets safely locked away. And my smile hides a lot.  Until her.She turns me down flat.  Playing hard to get is my favorite game.  It’s the thrill of the chase.  Only problem is, I think it’s me that’s getting caught.