Filthy. Player. Tatum Trevino waltzed into my life like he owned it. The renowned soccer star showed up as my new coach and changed everything. Until rumors started flying about the bad boy prodigy kicked off his team. I thought he was nothing but another cocky playboy, but there was another side to him under the facade. Late training sessions, secret getaways, and a delicious sleeve of tattoos led to temptation. We kept our relationship private, but I wasn’t the only secret he was keeping. And it’s only a matter of time before the truth comes out.

    Sarcastic. Confident. Beautiful.With a thriving photography career that allows her to travel all over the world and capture the hottest of men behind her camera lens, Cassie Phillips is the woman who can’t be tamed.Adrenaline-junkie. Jokester. Billionaire. Hot-as-sin.At six-foot-five, with muscles for days, and that perfect playful smile, Thatcher Kelly is the kind of man you don’t want to deny.Wild for wild.Prank for prank.The two most unlikely of people may be the only ones to see that some personality traits only run skin deep.Uncensored. Hilarious. And too damn hot to put into words.Grab a fan and get ready for one hell of a ride because when the opposite of opposites attract, things are bound to get a little messy. Banking Her Thatch and Cassie have finally found their perfect balance of good and sweet, crazy and playful, and most importantly, hot and insatiable.But what happens when they're faced with a surprise neither of them plotted or schemed?While Cassie seems to be taking everything in stride, Thatch can't stop himself from worrying about every little thing revolving around the woman he loves.How does a man handle that kind of anxiety?Doing the only thing he can to ease his mind without pushing away the woman he loves, Thatch proves that once again, when it comes to him and Cass, you'll never see what's coming. Crazy Fluffing Love MISSING PERSONName: Thatcher KellyAge: Mid-thirtiesHeight: 6 foot 5 inchesWeight: A very sexy, lean, and muscular 250 poundsLast seen: Panama City Beach, FloridaImportant Note: This guy is a real good-looking motherfluffer.Look, I know this might seem a little over the top to already prepare for my face to be plastered all over Missing Persons flyers, but trust me, it’s not.My pregnant wife Cassie—whose hormones are swinging like a fluffing pendulum—has decided that we need a honeymoon.Right the F now.She wants us to go on a celebratory “spring break,” we-just-got-married vacation to none other than Panama City Beach, Florida. But the only problem is, it’s not spring.It’s not even summer.It’s October, my crazy-hot wife is pregnant, and things are starting to get really fluffing weird.If you’re reading this, send help and plan a really nice memorial for my very super, beloved, *ahem* male member, who, for the sake of public decency, shall remain nameless. I’m not entirely sure he’s going to make it out alive.

    Keep people out. Avoid the pain. That's how Eve decided to live after her family was murdered in front of her. A year later, her love of photography was the only thing that brought her happiness. It was going to be impossible to stay invisible when Kit, a cocky Australian classmate in her photography class, decided that his new favourite hobby wasn’t boxing, it was trying to get under her skin. Kit might have been everything she was trying to avoid, but the more he hung around her, the more he edged past her well-built defences to the one spot she couldn’t afford to let him in: her heart. No matter how much she tried to protect herself, Kit was hiding secrets of his own, and they had the ability to change Eve’s life drastically. If there was a thin line between love and hate, what happens when that love is betrayed?

    In those ten years I’ve seen her for what she is: a cut-throat, take no prisoners, have no mercy business woman whose goal is to take what is rightfully mine. We’re both vying to make Partner at our agency but only one of us will come out on top.After being forced to work together on an ad campaign, I’m appalled to learn that Kathryn doesn’t do Christmas, whatever that means. She’s never partaken in any of the holiday festivities the beautiful city of Vancouver has to offer. So I strike up a plan. If I can give her a bit of holiday spirit I might just be able to soften her edge and make her a less threatening adversary.All is fair in love and war... and business. Right?I never expected that she would be the reason my Christmas season felt so special this year. The mistletoe, snow, and Christmas carols pull us together while logic and common sense keep us apart—until it doesn’t.The catch is we’re still competitors, and we still want the same job regardless of how we feel about each other. Do I be nice and give her the win and bow out? Or, do I be naughty, dig in my heels, and fight to the bitter end no matter the cost?If there are such a thing as Christmas miracles now would be the time to pull one out of my hat.

    Most days, I’m poolside in a pleated skirt, dishing out margaritas to tycoons and titans. It’s not exactly my dream job, but it does come with one perk…James Ashwood.He’s my silver lining in a custom black suit.Besides being a legacy member at the club, he’s a tech mogul and Austin’s most eligible bachelor. Oh, and those dimples? Yeah, they make my stomach dip too.On good days, I catch his sleek Porsche winding down the tree-lined drive. On better days, I steal a glimpse of his handsome profile as we pass in the hall. And on the absolute best day, I find him alone at the bar, looking for company.“Come have a seat.”Those four little words set me down a path I never could have imagined. Private planes, penthouse suites, and temptations around every corner make it impossible to keep my distance. His world feels decadent and wild—but overindulgence comes with a cost. Every kiss comes with strings. Every erotic encounter is a promise I’m not ready to keep.When I pump the brakes, he hits the gas. James doesn’t want to go slow—he wants a commitment. And the thing about the fortunate ones?They’re used to getting what they want.

    Now, I’m back because she’s the only person I can trust. And I couldn’t stay away for another day.Being near me means danger for the both of us because no one leaves the mob unscathed. She’s inking over my past one day at a time and it's strictly business for her, but the flames licking at our heels aren’t just from the heat between us.But the only thing harder than leaving the mob is leaving her. I’ll show her that what we have is forever as long as I’m still breathing…Under His Ink is a 55,000 word second chance mob romance.

    He’s a cocky jet jock, a former Navy Blue Angel, and full of all the arrogance that comes with being the best of the best. I’m an ex-Zoomie, a female Air Force tanker pilot. The rivalry between our sister services is nothing compared to that between fighter jocks and tanker pilots. We’re bitter rivals and I’m low-man (woman) on the totem poleThe last thing I need is to spend six hours at thirty-five thousand feet locked in a cockpit with the cocky captain. But I have no choice. I’m his co-pilot, and we’re taking the CEO of Montague Enterprises, and his family, on a mini-vacation to the Grand Caymans.We have three days on the ground before we fly back.Three long days in paradise and he wants to spend them with me.I have a thing for fighter pilots.It isn’t animosity, exactly, but rather a deep-seated dislike. They get all the glory while the rest of us sit at the butt end of their jokes and wither beneath their ridicule.I hate fighter pilots. There, I said it. I hate the arrogant pricks with a passion.But after one look into those magnetic eyes, and the devastating wink which follows, I’m thinking of throwing caution to the wind. What harm can come from some innocent flirting? I’m not prepared for the air to sizzle when he’s close.I’m not ready for our explosive chemistry when he touches my skin.I’m not equipped for the fallout when our three days come to an end.Nothing can prepare me when I have to walk away.And I’m not ready for what comes next.He’s arrogant. He’s cocky. He’s determined to get what he wants.And he refuses to let this end.He’s fighting for a forever…with me.But, what if I’m not ready for our beginning?He's arrogant enough to prove me wrong.

    Wealth, security, and a collection of vehicles that spark envy, even amongst LA’s rich and famous. Money is all I ever wanted, but now that I have it in spades, I’m restless.For the first time in my life, I want things cash can’t procure. I want a real relationship. Beauty and brains. A salacious little minx who isn’t afraid to call me out. My equal, in and out of the bedroom.The problem is I have no clue where to find a woman like that.Imagine my luck when I come upon a curvy, gorgeous maiden in distress, stranded on the side of I-10 like a mirage fashioned from my deepest desires. It’s fate. Kismet.Only she isn’t impressed. Not by my money, my power, or my ability to make all her dreams come true. Hell, she won’t even accept my ride without an argument. But I’m not giving up. She doesn’t know who she’s dealing with, and I’m not afraid to play dirty. Dirty Dealer is coming to ebook, audio, and print on June 28th!Dirty Dealer is an opposites attract, temporary roommates, contemporary romance standalone inspired by Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward’s Cocky Bastard. It's published as part of the Cocky Hero Club world, a series of original works, written by various authors, and inspired by Keeland and Ward's New York Times bestselling series.

    He was my protector. My best friend. My everything.And I was sidekick.We stayed close, even when relationships and life in general tried to tear us apart.Years later, he landed an internship at Montague Enterprises, competing with my childhood nemesis, Conner Daniels, for the final coveted position.That's when things got messy. The two bargained for the official job offer, using me as their pawn.And I fell for it. The scheming. The stolen kisses. The late night texts. My heart was being torn in two, and neither one of them cared. All good things must come to an end, right? Except our ending was one I didn't see coming. Hell, it should've never started in the first place.

    I gave it all up after my brother’s accident and now I’m just trying to figure out how to save my family’s legacy and get over a broken heart. I’ve been in love with my friend Soraya since the ninth grade. Too bad she’s in love with someone else. I even have the broken jaw to prove it.My life is a mess. Until a smoking hot, little firecracker with a zesty attitude walks into my gym and turns everything upside down.She’s keeping secrets, something or someone she’s running from, and I’m going to find out.I won’t let her run anymore. I’ll prove she’s worth the fight. I must pull off the biggest win of my life. I’m ready to battle in and out of the octagon for her.I’m ready to save my family’s livelihood and win the woman of my dreams.I’m ready to battle for my destiny.Don’t think you know how this fight is going to turn out.

    . .HEATHERHermosa Beach seems to be the place for throwing together unlikely opposites.My rooster Rowdy and his new crush, Pixy the goat.Me and the obnoxiously cocky cowboy from Texas . . .But unlike Rowdy and Pixy, there’s no way I’m going to fall for David Strickland.Nope. Not gonna happen. I could never be with a man so completely opposed to everything I believe . . . no matter how hot he is.DAVIDThere couldn’t be two people more different than the beautiful little tree hugger and rooster rescuer Heather and me.We can’t agree on anything, except that we disagree on everything—at some times more heatedly than other times. And believe me, things are starting to heat up between us, in more ways than one.She's the last thing I expected to find at an animal shelter in California. But now I found her, I have no intention of letting her go.I just have to get her on board with that plan.Mother Clucker is a standalone story inspired by Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward’s Cocky Bastard. It's published as part of the Cocky Hero Club world, a series of original works, written by various authors, and inspired by Keeland and Ward's New York Times bestselling series.

    One night shattered it completely. Moving to another country was supposed to be a fresh start, an escape from my past. A way to heal and move on with my life. I was looking for happiness. What I wasn’t supposed to find was him. Dark, handsome, and irresistible. Not strong enough to resist, he broke through the walls around my heart. Every single one. For a fleeting moment, I was happy. Until I'm reminded that the clutches of my past will never let me go. The evil shrouding it in darkness has finally found me. It threatens everything I love. I need to fight it—for him and them. For us. Even if that means letting go of the light.

    She has to see people die, and seeing Cage thrown in danger doesn’t help either.Cage doesn’t want to lose her, but she gives him the ultimatum: her or the MC.With a shootout and Cubans trying to take out the Wicked Kings, Cage doesn’t want to leave his brothers, but he loves Abby, and can’t forget her.Will the two of them be able to work it out? or will it be a choice, one or the other?

    Stipulation--we do it together.It doesn't take a tarot card-reading psychic to figure out where our story is headed... late nights, trips out of town, and more than a few awkward moments filled with sexual tension.No worries though. I pride myself on my willpower. I can totally ignore his sexy grin, his rock-hard body and his dreamy brown eyes. I will not become the woman other women hate.But it turns out that Enzo Mancini has a lot of layers and if I don't stop peeling, I'm going to lose everything, including my dignity.Don't miss this NEW Steamy Enemies-to-Lovers Office Romance by a duo of USA Today Bestselling Authors!

    I couldn’t’ve been more wrong.Our connection was off the charts and unwittingly, Hayley filled a void I’d long since grown accustomed to. There was just one problem: she was involved with Kevin Peyton and I had no right falling for her.Then she admitted that her relationship was a farce and things got serious fast. But the closer we became, the more it became clear that we were each hiding demons. That safe space we had started to disintegrate, and everything went to shit along with it. I can feel her holding back. I know she doesn’t trust me enough to let me in. Can I be her safe space or will my demons take over?Am I worth the risk? I know she is.