Happy endings guaranteed, and no love triangles here. Enjoy all the guys! I just wanted to be normal. But when your dad is a famous film director, everyone follows your every move. You'd think it'd be all Instagram sponsorships and Sephora makeup deals, but it's not. Instead all the students at my school hate me, I'm still living down a please-kill-me moment from my 16th birthday party that made the top entertainment blogs all over the world, and I can't wait to get out of here. One more year. One final year at Wellspring, an Academy for the Performing Arts, then I can go to travel the world, and leave my dad and the paparazzi behind. All I had to do was get the grades, do the video essay, and that scholarship to go to New Zealand for a year, was all mine. Nobody else was applying, so I was pretty much guaranteed to win. Then Asher walked in through Wellspring's front doors, and all my plans? Ruined. He's going for the same scholarship as me, and he's better, smarter, more creative... I'll never beat him. So long, trip to New Zealand. So long, privacy. So long, making my own life on my own terms, without my dad's name to get me there. The problem with Asher? Everyone loves him. Him and the rest of the new guys. Jace, Ethan, and Benji. They're all instantly popular, and nobody seems to be jealous of them despite them all being crazy talented and uh... unfairly, illegally hot. My last year at high-school was supposed to be about me pursuing my dreams and forgetting the bullies and mean girls, and my father-in-absentia. Now the only thing I've ever wanted is being stolen from right in front of me, and I can't even hate the guy who's doing it. Not after he and his friends saved my butt. Not after they put themselves between me and the biggest jerks and b*tches at my school. Not when they turn those four caring, sweet, and smug and kinda sly expressions toward me. Not when I start to fall for one of them... and then another... Ugh. F*ck them. I just want to f*ck them.

    Not because of their impressive rap sheets, but because of how they look.And when I arrive, they take notice. Especially their king: Lincoln “Laces” Caster.He’s dark and disturbed.He’s controlling and possessive.Exactly the kind of boy I should stay away from if I want to clear my name and get out of here.*LACES is not intended for readers under seventeen. This book does have strong language/cursing and triggering scenes (that might not be suitable for everybody).

    And I will do anything to make it happen.Even pretend to fall in love.People like to say that revenge is a dish best served cold. But it takes planning and patience to seek true vengeance when you’ve been wronged.And the best revenge takes time. You have to smile when you want to scream. Laugh, when you want to cry.Play nice, while you dream about going for the jugular.For that, you need boiling rage.I am the cleansing fire that will burn St. Bart’s Prep to the ground.Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord. But I can’t wait on heaven, so instead I’ll raise hell.Coming November 2020

    Being a punching bag for his alcoholic father has turned him into stone. Not even the dodgy trailer park he lives in can scare him. Fighting is his release and sex, drugs, and his guitar bring him peace, but deep down Zeke isn't quite as hard as he makes himself out to be. When he meets Patience, she finds all his broken pieces and puts him back together. She's a ray of light in his shadowed life and the last thing he wants to do is bring her into his dark world. Playing careless is easy, playing the bad guy can be fun, but playing Patience is impossible, especially when she can see right through him. Zeke isn't the only one who's broken, and for the first time in a long time, Patience feels alive. Her black and white world gets a shot of color when she meets Zeke. With his tattoos, piercings, and blunt honesty, he's unlike anyone she's ever met. She wants nothing more than to let go and ride the wild side with him, but some wounds never heal and the broken pieces of Patience aren't so easy to find.

    Working under the notorious Fiona Stone is a nightmare, but there’s one distinct perk: ogling the ridiculously hot male models who parade through the office—particularly rising star Ben Shaw.Ben is everything Emmy’s not: exquisitely gorgeous, highly paid, and well-traveled. He’s also got more issues than Vogue. Emmy looks after Ben on photo shoots, but she refuses to become another one of his lusting groupies. Ben finds Emmy’s refreshingly real attitude to be surprisingly attractive.Against a backdrop of the most fashionable cities in the world, casual flirting turns into an illicit affair, but when Ben’s twisted past is revealed, and the bitter Fiona catches wind of their relationship, their careers and hearts are threatened.Note: This book is intended for mature audiences. It contains sexual encounters and graphic language, including a m/f/m encounter.

    He turned and smiled at me and I was surprised enough to smile back. This was not a children's candy store, mind you this was the kind of place you went to buy expensive imported chocolate truffles for your boss's wife because you felt guilty for having sex with him when you were both at a conference in Milwaukee. Hypothetically speaking, of course. I've been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears. Sometimes I went home with them anyway, just because it felt good to want and be wanted, even if it was mostly fake. The problem with wanting is that it's like pouring water into a vase full of stones. It fills you up before you know it, leaving no room for anything else. I don't apologize for who I am or what I've done in or out of bed. I have my job, my house and my life, and for a long time I haven't wanted anything else. Until Dan. Until now.

    Please be advised, this book comes with a trigger warning. Intended for readers 17+ * Silver Hit me. Kick me. Hurt me. Hate me. There’s nothing that the students of Raleigh High can do to Silver Parisi anymore. Over the past year, she’s had to endure more pain and suffering than most people are asked to bear in their lifetimes. She’s a pariah, an outcast, a ghost. She’s also never been one to take shit lying down, though…despite what half the football team might say. With only one hundred and sixty-eight days left of the school year, it won’t be long until graduation, and Silver’s planning on skipping town and leaving Raleigh firmly in her rearview mirror… Until he comes along… Alex Orphan. Degenerate. Reprobate. Deviant. Alex Moretti’s earned most of his labels, and he’s not ashamed of a single one of them. He’ll earn far worse before he’s finished with his new found ‘friends’ at Raleigh High. Having spent years being ground down under the boot heel of society, it’s time for a little payback. And if exacting revenge upon the heads of the Raleigh elite means he can also help the beautiful girl who hovers in the shadows, then that’s all for the better. Oil and water. Fire and ice. The differences between Silver and Alex are broader than any chasm. To reach one another, they must take a leap of faith and fall into the divide. And falling? Nothing good ever came from falling.

    I mean, just because my last boyfriend tried to kill me and left a bit of a scar on my neck, then forced me to move across the country and legally change my name to Reese Randall to escape him, does not mean— Oh, who am I kidding? For a freshman in college, I have to have the worst dating track record ever. It’s no wonder love is the last thing on my mind when Mason Lowe enters my life. But the chemistry between us is like bam! Our connection defies logic. And he’s just so freaking hot. Being around him makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before. I even like bickering with him. He could be my soul mate...except for one teeny tiny glitch.He's a gigolo.Boy, do I know how to pick them.

    Survivor. Daughter. Sister. Wife.Now I am called something else.Murderer.Believe it or not, this is our love story.

    Hunger incarnate, ravenous for an angel. The heir to Satan’s sinful throne. And the prince who bound my soul to his until I win my freedom.They think I’m still pure. They think I’m innocent. They think they’ll enjoy corrupting me.Joke’s on them. This angel’s no saint.If Heaven doesn’t want me, I’ll be bad for the Hell of it.For The Hell of It is a steamy reverse harem romance for readers 18 and over.

    We might die from hunger. We might die from hypothermia. But then we spot it, the lone house at the edge of the forest. The home of a kind man and his three drop-dead gorgeous sons.They welcome us in and let us stay the night. In that short time, I start to get to know Noah, Archer, and Hawk. They have pain in their eyes, pain that nearly matches the one I carry in my heart. I wish I could get to know them better, but I don’t think they’re ready to open their hearts. And I’m not sure I’m ready either. It doesn’t matter, anyway, since my mom and I are ready to leave and I’ll probably never see them again.Or will I?

    One mortal female. A magical bond they can’t allow—or resist. Orphaned and sold to a harsh master, Lera’s life is about mucking stalls, avoiding her master’s advances, and steering clear of the mystical forest separating the mortal and fae worlds. Only fools venture into the immortal realms, and only dark rumors come out... Until four powerful fae warriors appear at Lera’s barn. River, Coal, Tye, and Shade have waited a decade for their new fifth to be chosen, the wounds from their quint brother’s loss still raw. But the magic has played a cruel trick, bonding the four immortal warriors to... a female. A mortal female. Distractingly beautiful and dangerously frail, Lera can only be one thing—a mistake. Yet as the males bring Lera back to the fae lands to sever the bond, they discover that she holds more power over their souls than is safe for anyone... especially for Lera herself. Power of Five is a full-length reverse-harem fantasy novel.

    Kyle was my first one true love, my first in every way.Then, one stormy August night, he died, and the person I was died with him. Colton didn't teach me how to live. He didn't heal the pain. He didn't make it okay. He taught me how to hurt, how to not be okay, and, eventually, how to let go.

    It took everything, but Lydia managed to break free, running as far as she could. Now she lives with her head down, avoiding attention.Her past is still on the hunt. And she can't get caught again.Pack Saint Clair is everything Lydia has been taught to want. They're rich, influential, and beautiful. A chance encounter sets her on a collision course with the three alphas and their beta, and instincts long ignored flare to life, setting fire to all of their carefully laid defenses. But Lydia knows that if something sounds too good to be true, it usually is. Pack Saint Clair has a secret, one that could destroy everything they've worked to create. And that skeleton in their closet has set its sights on Lydia.When the past comes to call, can the pack keep their omega safe?

     I’m a Void, a rare supernatural capable of absorbing powers at the brush of my skin. Feared. Hated. Untouchable. Thibault Academy is full of supernaturals that want me dead, and the most powerful of them, the Paragons, will stop at nothing to ensure I go back to the hell I came from. They’re cruel, heartless, and have created an unlikely alliance to take me down. If I want to learn how to control the nothingness, I’ll have to survive them. I was born of the void, but I’ll die from the power. This is a reverse harem bully romance.