I would have ripped him a new one, but he was hot. Like I-want-to-have-your-sexy-babies-now hot.I feel like I know him, because I stare at his gorgeous face on TV every week. Dalton Deangelo. In the firm, sculpted flesh. Have I mentioned how hot he is? My panties practically flew right off.Now he wants to get to know me. I can't say no to that face ... or those captivating green eyes.I'm just a regular girl, and he's rich and famous with no body fat. So, why is he chasing me? And what is this secret of his the reporters are trying to uncover?I try to keep my eyes wide open. I've made terrible, stupid mistakes in the past. But Dalton Deangelo's touch turns me to Jell-O.

    I will not hurt you, unless you want me to.”I'm in deep to the Mafia. My father was the one who made the deal, and when I inherited his club, I also inherited his troubles.Ivan wants to save me, or so he says. More like he wants me to be his slave for a year. After the one-night stand I had with him, though, would that be so bad? With his impossibly hard body, and the way he always makes me scream...But he's still a monster. He's a criminal, and something so much worse.And yet I can't stop the tingling in my body every time I think of how he touched me, and those dark but delicious words rolling off his tongue, tinged with his Russian accent.He knows what I'll say, even before I do. "I'll take your offer."

    But. I'll put my business empire on hold, just for the chance to see Terri again.Curvy Terri was the only thing (aside from Biology class) that terrified me in high school. Dreaming about her sweet curves lit my world on fire.But I was a grade A bad boy and knew that I couldn't treat her the way she deserved to be treated. So I stayed away.When she does, in fact, show up to the reunion planning committee, every fiber of my being is drawn to her. She's even more perfect and amazing than I remember.She may think that I don't remember her, and that my fame makes me not want her, but she's wrong. So, so wrong. Terri was always The One.Now, I will make her mine.Returning for Her Curves is a short and sizzling second-chance BBW romance, perfect for a pick-me-up during your day or just before bed. Guaranteed HEA, no cheating, no past relationship drama -- just two people re-discovering their attraction and starting a hot future together.

    He doesn’t like strangers, and he doesn’t like leaving his sanctuary. Now I’m trapped here with him until the snow melts.  I see him looking at me. He tries to hide behind a gruff exterior, but I see the longing and the heat burning in his eyes. I know he wants me, and I can’t resist him. I want to feel those big, rough hands all over my body. But once he’s unleashed his raw, barely tried desire on me, will I be able to leave my mountain man behind, or will he make me his? Warning: The Smith Brothers are not just identical twins, they’re big, burly, bearded, insanely hot mountain men. They’re also sweet, and very, very dirty. Did I mention dirty?

    Nolan sees Chloe through a window of a bakery in downtown Manhattan. At first sight, something about her calls to a piece of him he thought was lost. Without thinking, he begins watching her, and when the moment presents itself, he strikes, claiming Chloe for himself. For a man who is used to getting what he wants Nolan wont let anyone or anything stand in his way.

    It wouldn't be fair to him to make his life messy, too.Things go from bad to really bad. I want to believe in him, but my head wants to run.It’s in my blood.Can I replace the flat tire of my past and have a smooth road from here on out?QuintonMy life's a series of hard lessons, and the last one was that love doesn't last.When the tall, cautious woman, with curves for days limps her car into the convenience store across the street from my auto shop, I’m ready to help.She's new to town and what kind of guy would I be if I didn't help her out. Not the one my mama raised.But I fall fast, and then I make the biggest mistake an auto shop can make, and I'm right back to those hard lessons.Will the road of life stop throwing pot holes in our way so Zena and I can be together?Lonely Hearts Series are flirty, fun Valentine's stories from some of your favorite shorts authors. No cheating. No cliffhangers. And a happily ever after guaranteed.Lonely Hearts Series:Be My Handy Mechanic- Ally CrewBe My Sexy DILF- Beatrice BraeBe My Naughty Neighbor- LIz FoxBe My Grumpy Mountain Man- Lana DashBe My Dishy Doctor- Kate TilneyBe My Charming Prince- Elsie JamesBe My Burly Bartender- Barbra CampbellBe My Dirty Billionaire- L. NicoleBe My Flirty Firefighter- C.L. CruzBe My Bad Boy- Tarin LexBe My Private Chef- Sadie KingBe My Romantic Nerd- Brynn Hale

    James proposes to her and promises that they’ll have lots of Christmases together. When Stephen returns home after serving overseas all he wants is to spend Christmas with his new wife, Myra. All he can think about is her touch, her warmth. A compelling story of two couples, traveling their separate paths, building their lives together, until one day a secret is revealed that changes all of their lives. And, afterward, nothing will ever be the same again. Believing Again: A Tale of two Christmases is a heart-warming tale of love, commitment, family, and, of course, Christmas.

    Or a Prince. Or the biggest asshole she had ever met.Xavier Van Romerius is the playboy Prince of Europe and he loves his life. He doesn’t do relationships, and never wants to get married. But when he see’s Lola Franklin flirting with his little brother Casper, he realizes that maybe he needs to rethink his ideas about love before the wrong Prince gets the girl.

    And the fact that there’s an overly-muscled, macho hunk living next door who has suddenly developed an intense interest in everything about Sweet Surrender – including Poppy. Or the fact that Penelope’s accident may not have been an accident.With Poppy’s life suddenly in danger and the future of the bakery at risk, Poppy may be forced to seek safety in the form of dreamboat-next-door Rafe McGovern – but Rafe’s been keeping secrets of his own. EXCERPT:She sighed and held her hand up in a “stop it” gesture. “Don’t, Rafe. You don’t have to do that. Flirt with me, I mean. Pretend to like me.”He looked genuinely baffled. “Who’s pretending?”Tears welled up in her eyes, and she blinked hard, humiliated. A lifetime of memories of handsome men looking through her as if she were invisible, and then lighting up when they spotted her beautiful, reed thin half-sister, burned inside her and threatened to choke the words from her throat.“Really, Rafe. There’s got to be a million skinny, beautiful women out there who’d love to jump you. Guys like you don’t go for girls like me. And I’d like you to leave now; I need to get some sleep.” As if she could sleep.She turned to walk away from him, headed towards the kitchen. She wasn’t hungry, but it was the only other room in the apartment aside from the bathroom.Suddenly, faster than she would have thought possible, he was on her, blocking her, backing her into the wall, and his hands were on either side of her face, tilting her head up again and forcing her to look at him. His eyes burned with intensity, and a deep, carnal hunger.“Stop it, Poppy. Stop doing this to yourself. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You’ve got a beautiful face. You’ve got a beautiful figure. No, you’re not freakishly thin; you’ve got boobs and an ass and a stomach that I want to kiss and nice round thighs that I want to run my tongue along. You understand me? I want you. I know there’s plenty of women out there that I could have, and I’m here with you.”Poppy’s lips parted in shock, and before she could say a word, he’d plunged his mouth onto hers, hot and hungry. He sucked at her, claiming her mouth with his probing tongue, and she found her trembling hands on his shoulders, fingers sinking in and clutching him tightly.Warmth spread slowly throughout her whole body until she was hot and tingly all over, and her sex was throbbing with desire and need. She could feel moisture seeping between her lips, soaking her panties. She ached for him to fill her, to slide between her legs, to thrust inside her…His hands on her face were gentle and strong, and his tongue swept through her mouth, probing, conquering her. She responded by tilting her head back, sucking on him hungrily, her tongue meeting his.She imagined his mouth moving lower, lower…tracing kisses down her body, suckling her breasts, trailing his lips over her stomach…

    They’re sweet and sticky, and when I was a kid, my dad’s best friend would give me a cherry-flavored sucker, pat me on the head and call me, angel. He was one of my favorite people. But as I grew, the suckers stopped, and he stopped visiting too. I wasn’t allowed to say his name either, and it wasn’t until I turned eighteen that I learned the truth: he cheated my dad out of a lot of money. 
Deciding to be the person who does something about it, I borrow a friend’s ID and infiltrate his firm as an intern. 
I want to find proof of what he did. I want to find a way to make him pay. Instead, I find something I’m not expecting, not in a million years. 
Landon James is all man. And he’s been watching over me.
Why does that make me all warm inside? 
And why do my knees shake when he calls me angel?
One thing is for sure, everything I thought was right is now wrong. Does that mean my feelings are wrong too? Warning: this quick read contains over-the-top declarations, insta-love and molten hot moments between a younger curvy girl and the older man who swore to protect her.

    And he’s exactly what she needs.Now to convince the gruff former bodyguard turned bar owner to be her pin cushion for the night…Daws doesn’t need convincing.The moment Parker sets foot in his bar, he’s a goner.He’ll do anything to be alone with the fresh-faced sweetheart, even if it means walking down a runway in front of a thousand strangers.It’s not long before temptation takes over and Daws shows Parker that big men do it better.But can he fit into her perfect world permanently?Or will they have to exist on the memories of their one explosive night?

    This is not that kind of Christmas story. Well, there is kind of this big beastly creature in almost a blizzard, but that’s Tanner, the brutish muscle cake of a bodyguard that my father sends after me whenever I try to disappear. I hate Tanner except when he gets too close and then everything goes haywire a little, like the time he tracked me down in a remote Canadian motel with the snow falling outside and the heat rising inside. He tried to drag me back home for the holidays on this mega road trip, but things got weird and kinda strangely awesome, but that can’t happen because my father will literally kill us both. It’s that kind of Christmas story. *This novelette is a Christmas story featuring Tanner Hayes, the bodyguard from Scandal*

    Yep, brilliant, strategic me who raised her hand and said yes I’d love to hang mistletoe with that hot former sports star. (Note to self: Mistletoe leads to toe-curling, knee-weakening kisses.)And I’d love to get snowed in with the one guy I shouldn’t fall for. (Addendum to the note to self: You know exactly where eight inches of snow leads to. Ahem, eight inches.)As long as I can make it through the holidays I’ll be on my merry way, fa la la la la. But the holidays have a surprise for me.

    Jack Gunnison has a problem. Well, two, actually. One is 5'5", and the other? . . . A killer. Jennifer Stewart needs a change after losing her husband and sending her daughter off to College. Jenn moves to the high country of Colorado to start her life over and follow her dreams. Unfortunately, she gets more than she bargained for when she attracts the eye of a killer. Together, Jack and Jenn must figure out his identity before he strikes again.Mature readers only due to erotic content and language.

    Detective. The okay-est professional wrestler.This is the life of Max, who only has eyes for the aloof and mysterious Valerie, friend of his younger sister and consultant to the police. When Valerie's life is threatened, Max is the first in line to take on the role of bodyguard. Will he be able to convince the lovely psychic that he's more than the lumbering cop who likes to dress in spandex on weekends?Strange phone calls have been plaguing Valerie at her business for a while now, but she thinks nothing of it until the night she receives a verbal threat against her life. Now her entire existence is being turned upside by a police investigation and a full time bodyguard, who happens to be her friend's older brother. His bull-in-a-china-shop ways might not be the best fit for her lifestyle, but damn, he looks sexy as hell in a pirate shirt at kid parties.