It sets the background plot for the full story.The FULL Novel is Now Available at Amazon Too!Kennedy Nightingale has goals. With a full schedule of pre-law classes, a part-time job, extracurricular activities, and corralling her sometimes outrageous, independent, feminist mother, there is no time for romance.But Kennedy's life is thrown for a loop when hotel fortune heir Jackson Montgomery III sets his sights on her. He is a force to be reckoned with and used to getting exactly what he wants and, right now, he wants Kennedy.Now, she not only has her mother's antics to contend with, but also a tenacious heir. Giving in to just one date will change the course of everyone's lives.Is Kennedy prepared for what lies ahead? Is truth stranger than fiction when Ivy League meets love in all the wrong places?This book is intended for a mature audience, 18+ only.

    A few too many glasses of wine with my best friend and the bitch convinced me to go on one of those dating websites.A one-night stand.A booty call.And you know what? It.was.amazing.I spent all night in a sexy stranger's arms, hot and sweaty, until it was time to sneak out and do the walk of shame back to my apartment.I never thought I'd see sexy stranger again, and I was totally fine with that - until my mother's wedding.She's getting remarried, see. And sexy stranger just happens to be my new stepbrother.All the wine in the world isn't going to make this better.*COMING JUNE 2015*

    I shouldn’t want to throw myself at him and become lost in the heat of his kisses. I shouldn’t want to press my body against his body and lose myself in our friction.It’s wrong. I know it’s wrong. And I’m afraid if our family found out it would destroy them. But someone please explain it to my heart because I don’t know how much longer I can keep resisting him…

    I moved from Chicago to live in the one place that I considered to be the center of the universe: New York City. At twenty-three years old, after raising my two brothers and sister, it was time for me to start my own life. I worked as a waitress in a greasy diner by day and, by night, I performed my music in small clubs around the city and on the streets of New York. That was until a man and his daughter stepped into the diner and changed my life forever. He hired me to be his daughter’s nanny, but I have a feeling he wants more from me. My name is Oliver Wyatt and I made my first million at the age of twenty. Life’s been somewhat complicated since my five-year-old daughter, Sophie, was sent to live with me after her mother died. She drove away the nannies I hired to take care of her until one afternoon, while eating lunch, a beautiful waitress and my daughter shared a special connection. She was exactly what Sophie needed. My brother, Liam, said she was just what I needed. I am nothing but a man with a heart of stone, compliments of a girl I loved so many years ago. Lust is a powerful emotion; an emotion so strong that trying to deny it only makes it that much stronger. Now that I have met Delilah, rules will be broken and lines will be crossed. Intended for readers 18+

     Leah Allen The last thing I needed was another bad boy. Hard muscles. Handsome. Hot tattoos. He had a dangerous, I don't give a f*** attitude that made him irresistible. It was supposed to be a one-night stand, but when Dad introduced Chris as my new stepbrother, I knew I was in trouble. His world of gangs and violence would destroy me. I needed to stay away. Why do I find that impossible? Chris Belzer Drugs, fights, death. A typical Wednesday. Meeting Leah changed everything—music coursed through my veins when we f***ed. I knew she would be the key to escaping the quicksand I'd been mired in for ten years. I shouldn't want her. I couldn't resist her. Breaking out of the crime and blood and into a new life would be impossible without her. ATTENTION: PULSE contains mature subject matter including sex, drugs, and violence. Please be over the age of 18.

    No promises, no regrets. He was rich, ripped, inked up, and gone in the morning. I didn't even know his name. Not until I read it off the door on my first day at work.See, I don't do bad boys, I don't do troublemakers and I sure as heck didn't graduate college with a 3.9 GPA by screwing around.I was never supposed to see him again, but now he's my new boss, as sexy in a suit as he was between my sheets.And my new stepbrother.Having him was a slice of Heaven. Working for him could mean selling my soul. But if the devil looks like Declan Riordan, Hell might be worth the burn.

    Or else all bets are off.Office Pet is a full length standalone novel. Jamie Knight promises to always bring you a happy ever after filled with plenty of heat. And never any cheating or cliffhangers!

     Tilly comes home one night and gets told that her entire life is about to change. Her mom gives her a new uniform for a fancy private school and tells her that she’ll be coming home to someplace new when she starts on Monday. Tilly tried to get her head around everything, but when the impossibly hot guy she sits next to in science decides to knock into her so that she spills juice all down her new blouse, she realizes that even if she tries, she’ll never fit in. When Tilly’s mother gets married, her stepbrother decides to pull a prank to end all pranks, but he doesn’t know that Tilly is still in the woods where he had just sent hundreds of fireworks on their path of destruction. The night ends in painful screams, but will he be able to make up for what he has done and will Tilly ever get over the scars that the night has left on her? A**hole Stepbrother is a 20,000-word contemporary sweet romance.

     He was devastatingly gorgeous. Dark hair. Ripped body. Piercing blue eyes that contrasted perfectly with his dark complexion. He had a smoldering gaze that made everyone around him fall in love with him. My friends used to joke that if Cole looked at you, you’d have your panties off by the end of the night. And it was true. He’d slept with most of my friends, and any other hot girl he happened to want. It had been infuriating when we were younger. He’d had things handed to him because he was beautiful and smart and good at sports. No one at school had cared about the fact that he was poor or that he lived in Culver City, which everyone knew was full of drugs and prostitution. I hated him because he was everything I wasn’t. He was outgoing, I was shy. He was smart, I made mediocre grades. He was special, I wasn’t. But the biggest reason I hated him was because he left us. He left me. COLE I should have left. I should have turned around and walked out of there and never came back. But I didn’t. Stop, I told myself. That’s your stepsister. She’s off limits. But nothing was off limits. I had money, good looks, and power. And those things made it easy to get whatever you wanted. I should have walked away. But I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I wanted her. And I always got what I wanted.

    But when our parents got married, things got confused. As if being a teenager isn't confusing enough. All I knew was that the feelings I had for him weren't okay.I’ll never forget the anxiety I felt the night I ran into him at a party that had gotten out of control. I saw him standing around with the popular kids as soon as I walked in the door. And he saw me, too. He always saw me. It was talking to me that he avoided. I watched his buddy spin an empty wine bottle on the butcher block while my friend Brandi rummaged in her oversized purse for the two bottles of hard lemonade her older sister gave us. When the spinning bottle stopped, I realized everyone was staring at me. “Looks like you’ve gotta kiss Jen,” some jock said to Ethan. I felt the color drain from my face, taking the moisture in my mouth with it as a suffocating panic grew in my chest. I was going to be found out. Ethan laughed it off. “Yeah, that’s not happening. She’s my sister.” “Not really, though,” his buddy insisted. The eruption of laughter and jeering sounds made the dim kitchen feel like a jungle full of predators, and I was sure my cheeks were going to burst into flames. “Don’t be stupid,” Ethan said, tilting a can of beer over his mouth. When his friend spun the bottle again, Ethan glanced back at me one more time and wiped the back of his hand across his lips. I’ve been wondering what it would be like to kiss him ever since. **Author's note: This is a full-length, standalone romance novel with no cliffhanger and no cheating. It is intended for a mature audience and has an ending that will leave you smiling so hard it hurts.

    I'm pregnant, and the father of my child is the one man that I can't have. He's intelligent, muscular, and oh-so-sexy. He's also my stepbrother. Ian got off on tormenting me for years, using my silly crush to humiliate me over and over. However, things have changed since he joined the Army. I've grown up, filled out, and come into my own. Even though he was leaving in a month, I soon realized that I would do anything, take any risk, to keep him in my life. Especially if I could give him the one thing he had always wanted... A baby.

    Even at twenty-two years old, I had a life no more exciting than most preteens. My mom and her husband, Dean, made sure that I was sheltered, safe, and incredibly boring. Maybe it was because Dean’s son Andrew had always been a little on the wild side. Dean was five years older than me, so I never really got to see how Andrew acted when he was young. But now, he wasn’t welcome in Mom and Dean’s house. Maybe, he was a complete bad boy and rebel. He was so dark and sexy, with messy hair, wild eyes, and a grin that could break the most frigid of hearts.And another thing about Andrew? I had a hopeless, helpless crush on him. When I got in a fight with my mom about visiting Boston for a weekend and staying with a girlfriend, I decided that I’d had enough of her rules. But sneaking out didn’t earn me any extra points…instead, Mom decided that I wouldn’t be allowed back inside of her house until I was able to respect her. I didn’t have anyone else to turn to. I had to call Andrew. When Andrew brought me back to his house, my whole life changed. But would I come out on top and stronger than ever? Or would Andrew be the man to break my heart? AUTHOR'S NOTE : This is a sexy standalone novella with a guaranteed HEA. I’ve also included several more exclusive bonus books for your reading pleasure, including “DAD'S BEST FRIEND” and EXCLUSIVE to this book “HIRED BY THE BILLIONAIRE”. Also included is the cover reveal and blurb for next release "BILLIONAIRE DADDY & NANNY"!!!

    He's also sinfully sexy, and wicked talented at making my blood boil.Ty thinks it's funny to chase me around like I'm the next notch in his bedpost. He lives to piss me off. But that isn't why my heart skips a dozen beats every time I look at him.What happens if his crude jokes about us hooking up go too far? What if I admit I actually want this filthy talking playboy, and one little misstep lands me in Prince Not-So-Charming's bed for real?TYI can't decide whether to laugh my ass off or kiss her 'til her panties ignite. Little Miss Perfect's too hot and uptight for her own good. Knowing she's off limits just makes me want her more.There's a twisted thrill to flirting underneath our parents' roof. And I want a whole lot more than teasing her cheeks red, or watching her eyes pop when I'm strutting around half-naked. I want to rock her world into a screaming mess and leave her soft lips breathless.Too bad this is the summer I'm supposed to get my crap together to build the family fortune. That's a distraction I don't need when all I really want to do is find out how perfect Claire feels between the sheets...

    Everywhere I turn he seems to be around with those smoldering hot, seductive green eyes. OMG, the air is crackling with sexual chemistry and I don't know how long I can resist. Cash.In my world, girls don't say no. Everybody wants a piece of Cash Hunter. It's use and get used, and it suits me just fine.But all Tori Diamond gives me is sass, and fucking more sass. I'm a player, I don't chase pussy, but damn if I can't stop thinking about that fiesty, wildcat beauty. She turns me on so fucking bad it hurts. Fine. She's a challenge but I'm game. She can pretend to resist me as much as she likes. We both know that act won't last. First, I'll make her beg for me, then I'll make her mine...

    LIMITLESS MONEY. ONE RULE: NEVER SAY NO. I’m Galen Blood. My stepbrother and I are richer than God and sicker than the Devil. We like to play games. The kinds of games only billionaires as fucked in the head as we are can play, with global stakes. Corporations and countries fall just because we think it’s funny. Today, our game is about HER. Eliza. The piece of trash in a leopard print skirt we dredged out of the Las Vegas gutter. Braden thinks I can’t make her a perfect sub. That I can’t dress her up beautifully, convince everyone she’s a lady, and make her my whore in the back room. I disagree. And I’m going to prove it by tearing her down one piece at a time and shoving my dick inside every crevice. She’s gonna beg for my cock. She’ll begged to be fucked, and I’m going to use her, destroy her, make her mine. By the time we’re done with her, she might even love me. When she does, I’ll finally win. I’ll finally have beaten Braden. And nothing will ever be the same. *** I’m Eliza—no last name, please. I’ve had a bad night. Actually, I’ve had a lot of bad nights. A lifetime of bad nights, one might say. Then one bad night turned into a really strange night, where some big shot billionaire shoved me into his limousine. He says he wants to offer me a deal. He says he’ll give me everything as long as I never say no to him. If he knew the truth about me, he wouldn’t make that offer. So sure, I’ll take it. I’ll get what I need from him. If he gets what he wants from me in the meantime, that’s fine too. As long as he doesn’t find out my secret. And as long as I don’t fall in love. Shouldn’t be too hard. This isn’t the first time I’ve been fucked. These Blood brothers won’t know what’s hit them. *** The name is Braden Blood. I like to play games. More importantly, I like to get revenge. I’ve picked a girl for my brother to use. He thinks the choice is random. He thinks that she’s just some random, faceless skank outside a club, interchangeable with any other woman we might have dug out of Las Vegas. He doesn’t know what I know. Nothing is random, little brother. Nothing. Not the way you want her, not the way she looks at you, and not the circumstances that led to us finding her in that gutter one night. You think you’re going to fuck me by fucking her? You think that her love won’t destroy you? Just wait. I’m gonna fuck you both.