A hitman with one last job before I can quit and do what I really want with my life. It should be simple. Go to a club, find my mark, and shoot. But when I get there, things get hard. Pun intended. It’s impossible to ignore the intense, blue eyes gazing at me from the group of women on stage being sold to the highest bidder. Something primal ignites inside me the longer I stare at her. She needs me to protect her. On a snap decision, I place a bid and before I know it I own her. But she has a secret. And I won’t stop until I figure out what it is and claim her as mine. No refunds. Proceed With Caution: Instalove. Hired hitman. Girl in danger. Funny, clever banter. Racing across town on his Harley. Longing looks. Bits of humor. Tattooed, overprotective hero with an unusual hobby. A heroine who has a mind of her own and won’t take no for an answer. Finger-banging fun times. Skirts on the edge of reality. Epic bedroom scenes. Heat Level: Molten.Action: Page-turning Suspense. HEA: Always.

    I was appalled when she called for my help, but she swore I was the one person who could save him—the only man I’ve ever loved. The man she stole from me. She’s to blame for the mess of a man he’s become, but I’m to blame for walking away. Anything good has been long forgotten. In its place is destruction, devastation and enough regret to last a lifetime. I came in hopes of making things right. But I never expected this. A broken man, a hopeless future, the beginning of the end. Maybe between the two of us, we can save the man who owns our hearts. Loss, betrayal, addiction. Mix them together and the concoction will ruin you.

    I believed he was the light at the end of the tunnel. A future I didn't dare have.He destroyed me.My talents were wasted until he found me, until he cultivated me, but the second I was on my way to the top, we crashed and burned. Wrecked before we had a chance to begin.He betrayed me.But he abandoned me for a woman who thought attempted murder was a prank.He was supposed to be my soul mate.So I stopped caring, and my focus shifted.With the Olympics in the near distance, that was all I could think of. My life became one long round of training, until the past and present collided. Family secrets were revealed, hard truths that could destroy everything I'd built, and then he crash landed into my life once more.We're still toxic.Still hopeless.The future isn't bright... unless we take back ownership of it and make it ours once more.But can we do it?

     A reporter. Gorgeous. Stubborn. Mouthy. Ginger was everything I didn’t want in a woman.Except she was fiery, and she didn’t give up.She kissed like her mouth was made just for me.She had a way of making me forget she was a nosey journalist.Always out for a story, no matter the cost.Ginger made me laugh, she was a thorn in my side.She made me fall for her.But can I trust her with my heart when I don’t know what she’s hiding from me?

    Our hearts broken... Our souls torn to pieces...He was my world, my whole life. My reason for breathing. I had a perfect marriage, a baby on the way, and I felt fulfilled—almost invincible. Until the day life hit, leaving me broken, vulnerable, and alone.She was my life. My ray of hope on the cloudiest day. With her, I thought I had the ultimate safety. A love that would never hurt or betray me. I gave her my heart, my body, and my soul. Until she broke me, destroying every dream and illusion I had about life, love, and marriage.In our grief, we made a mistake. A mistake I'm not sure we can come back from.

    I’ve never had an “O”… Now a mysterious stranger is making me an offer… And I can't wait to say: Yes! My name? Mr. No “O.” I specialize in women's secrets. No shame. No guilt. No rules. Well… One rule. No touching. I can't risk being hurt again. I'll get you off. That's a promise. But only through the phone. You'll never see me, never know who I am. But that's what makes it so good. I learned Erin's secret along with the rest of the world, And promised to help her. The closer Erin gets, the closer I come to forgetting my grief. Maybe I deserve be touched… Maybe t’s time Erin screamed my real name. Mr. Oh-Oh-Oh My God…

    I call it clever research.It gets me what I want and when I want it.When I get bored, I move on.My system works like a charm…Until a little ray of SUNSHINE shows up.***Dating is nonexistent for me.I’m quirky, silly, and inexperienced.This means my romantic life is certainly lacking.I don’t date because no one’s interested.Some say I’m an independent woman who doesn’t need a man.But I know I’m on the fast track to becoming a lonely cat lady.How many cats are too many cats anyway?My boring world stays that way…Until my future stepmother’s STALKER shows up.

    We were poison together and there was no antidote.Our story began like any other fairy tale ended.With a beautiful wedding.One kiss.Two rings.Three vows.Killian Spencer became my lawfully wedded husband and I, his dutiful wife.But he was no Prince Charming. He didn’t come to save me… and he vowed there would be no happily ever after.And me?Just like the legends I'd read as a little girl, I always thought I’d be the princess in my fairy tale.Well, I was the villain of our love story.“Till death do us part…”

    But he’s everything you’d want in a private investigator- calm, capable, experienced, and just jaded enough by the darkness he’d seen to take a chance on some random girl who insists something more sinister must have happened to her than simple memory loss.But thrown together, trying to get to the root of my mystery, feelings that were most definitely not client/professional start to emerge.(( Link for possible triggers to post here closer to the release ))

    And when our bodies unite, the electricity is more powerful than lightning.Kurt Dolan is fast becoming the calm of my storms.The man who will be my foreverWell so I stupidly thought …

    My second? Telling the hospital staff that I was his girlfriend.In my defense, he didn’t speak English.My third? Taking him home, letting him sleep in my bed. Naked.I never said I was Florence Nightingale . . .He gave me a night I’ll never forget but when I wake, he’s already gone.I tell myself it’s his loss, that I wasn’t expecting him to stay forever anyway, And my life moves on. I get a new job. A fresh start in a new country and I stop counting my mistakes.Until those striking green eyes meet mine across the office,And it all comes rushing back.But he’s not that man anymore. Gone are his jeans and his playful attitude.Rich and powerful, he’s now sin in a suit. And his English is perfect. Were his kisses also lies? His caresses meaningless?I feel like such a fool—I want to wrap my hands around his neck.Though not to hug him,Because the man is a force of nature.A master manipulator.He’s also my new boss.And I already hate him.The biggest lies are the ones we tell ourselves.

    A year later, and struggling to move on, she keeps to herself and wants to be left alone. So she’s not too happy when her new neighbor keeps knocking on her door.Nash Wheeler, a 25-year-old construction worker from Chicago, inherited the house next to Callie’s and is living there while he renovates it. Outgoing, confident, and never one to back down from a challenge, Nash sets out to get to know his new neighbor, inviting her over for dinner and offering to fix things around her house.As much as his persistence annoys her, Callie finds herself attracted to the tall, muscular guy next door. And the more time she spends with him, the more she realizes how much they have in common. Like Callie, Nash has experienced loss, but when he opens up to her about it, she’s not willing to do the same. It’s too personal. Nash is just her neighbor. Just some guy living there for the summer. But is that really all he is? Or is he the one person who can finally help her move on?

    Right now, that includes every person in this building of the company I just bought. I stop at nothing once I’ve decided I’m taking something.And then she showed up... full of spitfire just for me, the man she's decided is her worst enemy. Like I said, I stop at nothing once I’ve decided I’m taking something. This pretty little thing just moved to the top of my "must acquire" list.

    Nothing was supposed to go wrong. We’d vowed to be on our best behavior after all . . .But it only took one rowdy night with my brothers to flip my world upside down. One unlucky encounter saddled us with a family curse and the promise of doomed relationships. I laughed it off immediately. “Yeah, right,” I thought. “A love curse. Ha!”Boy, was I wrong.Word spreads quickly in a town like mine; rumors about that night soon made us the most eligible yet untouchable bachelors in Port Snow, Maine. As a subject of endless gossip and speculation, I could kiss my dating life goodbye.It would have stayed that way if Ren Winters, the new girl in town, hadn’t crashed into my life. Brave, beautiful, and smart—her vivacious thirst for a fresh start has given me hope that maybe, just maybe, I can have one too.Everyone wishes for that second chance . . . but could this really be mine?

    She's survived on her own for as long as she can remember, and no one will dictate the way she lives her life. With loss and pain dominating her memories, how can she put her faith in someone again?Having no one to depend on besides his club has hardened Brandon to the outside world—and it's exactly how he prefers it. The moment he lets people get close they always find a way to backstab him. There's no room for love in his world.Hadley and Brandon need a reason to let their walls down and let love in. Can two broken souls find a way to save each other?