We just do the job and get paid." And Riley Steele did his job very well. He’ll be the first to admit that his current life isn’t the one he’d foreseen. It’s not even one he really wants, but after his parents died and he was left to care for two siblings and a mountain of debt, he was willing to do almost anything. Now, after almost ten years of being paid to pleasure, he’s almost numb to it…and to women. That all changes with one phone call. Brianna Sharpe, the girl he’d loved as a boy, is leaving an abusive lover and needs someplace to hide. Opening his home to Bree is easy. Protecting his heart is a different story. She’d completely shattered it once already. But Bree has changed and Riley wants to think there might be a chance. Only...what will she do when she discovers his secrets?

    But when Cason O’Connor kidnaps me, I’m shocked that I’m now being used as a pawn for my brother’s crimes. I should hate my captor, but I don’t. I hunger for his touch, I crave his intensity, I feel alive for the first time in my life. Will he be willing to abandon his plot for revenge or will I be nothing but payback? Cason The plan is simple—kidnap Holly Brannon, baby sister of the man who shot mine. Revenge should be sweet. I’ll torture the only person he loves. Instead, I’m the one being tortured by this fiery redhead with incredible curves. I’m obsessed with her. Now I must choose between making Butcher pay for his crimes and my desire to possess Holly, no matter the consequence. She was my victim—now she’s my woman. And I’ll never let her go.Publisher's Note: This is a bad boy romance with dark themes. It is over-the-top sexy with all the dirty sweetness you’ve come to expect from an Alexx Andria read. No cliffhangers. Guaranteed HEA. Bonus material includes the full-length bad boy romance, AGAINST THE WALL. Enjoy!

    And I played it on repeat until life’s streetlights flickered on and stole him away. Riot Blu. Top 40 f*ckboi. Paparazzi player. Trashy reality TV trainwreck. But once upon a time, he was the boy next door. Once upon a time, he was every note in every song on every mixtape he had ever made for me.Now he’s back. A lot more arrogant. A little more tortured. And more gorgeous than any memory I held dear could do justice. I know no good can come from being anywhere near him. But Seattle is only so big, and if I’m going to get the exclusive of my career, I have to swallow my pride, take that dreaded walk down memory lane and agree to his terms. Move in with him. Immerse myself in his life—the life he left me to build. And try not to fall back in love with the man who ripped my world in two.

    Hell, before I saw the new erotic romance movie, I didn’t even know what BDSM was. I was that naïve. Mix together a few shots of alcohol, my dangerously adventurous girlfriend and a dose of curiosity, and you had the recipe for a very crazy night. That’s how I ended up inside the sex club.How did I end up being schooled in the arts of BDSM by my sinfully sexy stepbrother? Now that was just pure madness.

     This is a Full Sized (approx. 430 Pages) Standalone Novel with NO Cliffhanger! I should have known better. The moment Jackson Montgomery III showed up for his tutoring session, I knew he was trouble, but I ignored my intuition. Soon, I couldn't get my mind off him and he had no trouble letting me know that he wanted more than lessons from me. The only problem was, he was the heir to a family fortune and I was the product of a single, feminist mother and working to supplement my financial aid at Harvard. We shouldn't have been together, but I'm proof that opposites attract and I was definitely attracted to him and wanted him in a bad way. Temptation weakened my resolve and I ended up having the most erotic night of my life with Jackson, but by the next afternoon everything took a turn for the worst. The sexy frat boy that just rocked my world was in his ex's arms and I was devastated. Then, a surprise engagement announcement from my mother revealed yet another unbelievable turn of events. She's marrying Jackson's father, and the man I hated and wanted more than anything was now going to be my new stepbrother! This book is intended for a mature audience, 18+ only.

    Sienna never expected her new stepbrother, Grant Foster—the coldhearted Overlord of Wall Street—to assign her a team of bodyguards, move her into his multi-million-dollar penthouse and start calling her princess. Unfortunately, while Grant spoils her rotten, he continues to keep her at arm’s length. Sienna might be young, but her body knows what it needs. And while her stepbrother might be forbidden, she can’t help but wonder what it would take to wear him down…

    Because he’s built like the tanks he rode in Afghanistan. Beneath Conrad "Beast" Beeston III’s fierce, intense gaze, his brooding temperament, his knuckles scarred from fighting, lurks a wild man, his strong, broad back darkly inked with his own hard truths.He only has one mode, and “Beast” is it. He ripped through Tilly's life, tearing it to shreds, and then he was gone, giving a stiff middle finger to a life of entitlement. He left her like he leaves them all—with little more than a broken heart. But for Tilly, there was one more thing. He left her with an unbearable secret she’s been forced to keep for years. Tilly’s privileged life, after her recent graduation from Mt. Holyoke, has come to a screeching halt under tragic circumstances. Had she really believed she’d never see her Devil Dog stepbrother again? Now he’s coming home—and she’s forced to face his cocky smirk and arrogant swagger, to look once again into the eyes of the monster who left her. Forced to confront him, what she sees is a raw, broken, tortured man who just might be the only person she knows keeping even bigger secrets than she is.

    Anyone who has a version finishing on part one can contact Amazon asking for the latest version to get the full length novella. Alternatively, contact the author with a proof of purchase.* Four years ago, Hadley was the princess and alpha female of an strong, respected pack; then, Kyle turned up, killed her father, and demoted her for good measure. In one night, she lost everything. As life has a way to really, really suck sometimes, Kyle also happen to be her fated mate.Although every other member of her old pack had left, to be replaced by new, young members who shun her, Hadley stayed, to take care of her little brother. Finally, he's turning eighteen, though. It's time to go.Kyle has never felt panic clenching his guts the way it does when Hadley says she's leaving and he can guess why; suddenly, everything makes sense. He's had his mate under his thumbs for four years, without even knowing it.And now, she's gone.--You may have mate Kyle briefly in Wordless, Age of Blood, but Laketown Wolves is a separate series of standalone novels. Enjoy!**reduced during the pre order period**

    The one woman I’ve vowed never to touch. There’s just one problem.I’m in love with her. I always have been.Now she’s pregnant with my child and I’ve never been more terrified.My life isn’t as easy as everyone thinks and if I allow her in she’s going to learn all my well-kept secrets.She’s everything I want and need, but can I drag her into my life? Will she want to be?I’ve fallen for my best friend’s little sister and I’m going to do everything I can to make her mine.

    Exotic dancer extraordinaire. The teaser and the pleaser—the paid for penis for play. I have to be all these things to survive. It’s who I became when I lost her. But now she’s back, and I can’t decide who I want to be more. The Jack Hammer or Blaine Wesley. All I know is she’s foreplay at its finest, and it’s my job to get them wet and ready. Chelsey FordLiar. That’s what I called him when he walked out of my life. Losing your first love will turn you into someone bitter. Hateful. Angry. But now he’s back, and he’s determined to torture me. The only problem is, I’m enjoying his form of torture too much. And the hatred for him that holds me together is slowly starting to dissolve.

    The life she chose as a high priced escort brings her lavish gifts, 5 star hotels and treatments and luxurious getaways. These things bring her happiness but there’s one thing that’s missing and it’s not LOVE. Enter Corbin…a handsome, married, corporate man who seeks a female companion to listen to his woes. One thing leads to another and he will soon wish he had kept his hands to himself. Angel refuses to let him leave her alone because he is the one man that has given her life…the ultimate orgasm and she will go to great lengths to keep her body pleased.

    Every time the girl looked at me it was like she knew exactly what I was thinking. And why I was thinking it. It’s the why part that bothered me the most. I never wanted a girl like Sienna in my life. I never wanted a girl to embed herself into my soul so deep just trying to forget about her felt worse than slicing layers of skin off. I never wanted to feel like this. For anyone. But I had her and I fucking let her go. I let her go, and she filled the void. A void I’ve never been able to fill. Not in the ten years since I created it. I’ve tried my hardest, but nothing I do makes the hole feel any less painful. But now she’s here. In my city. In my shop. And I’ve been handed my second chance on a silver platter. I’ll show her what she’s missing. I’ll show her exactly why I’m the only guy for her. And then I’ll make her hurt. Just as bad as I have. **18+ FOR ADULT CONTENT**

    The opposite of mine.I’m the quiet twin he never knew existed, until he heard a lie—I hated him.Maybe that’s why he pursued me—why I became his obsession. It’s all about the chase, right?I can’t deny that I like the attention. That my body burns for him. I shouldn’t crave him. I hate that I do. We don’t belong together.That should have been enough to stop me from sneaking into his room, from teasing a thirst I just can’t quench…because once the hunt is over, it’s ALL over.Unless he never knew it was me…

    When my stepbrother, Elec, came to live with us my senior year, I wasn’t prepared for how much of a jerk he’d be. I hated that he took it out on me because he didn’t want to be here. I hated that he brought girls from our high school back to his room. But what I hated the most was the unwanted way my body reacted to him. At first, I thought all he had going for him were his rock-hard tattooed abs and chiseled face. Then, things started changing between us, and it all came to a head one night. Just as quickly as he’d come into my life, he was gone back to California. It had been years since I’d seen Elec. When tragedy struck our family, I’d have to face him again. And holy hell, the teenager who made me crazy was now a man that drove me insane.I had a feeling my heart was about to get broken again.Stepbrother Dearest is a standalone novel. **Contains graphic sexual content and harsh language. It is only appropriate for adult readers age 18+

    He became my addiction the moment I met him at 10 years old. He was my best friend from childhood. He protected me and guided me. I loved him fiercely long before I really understood what love was. We were inseparable. He knew how I felt, and sometimes he would stare at me in ways that made me breathless. But there were boundaries. Lines that couldn't be crossed. Looks that shouldn't be exchanged. Lips that shouldn't be kissed. We weren't supposed to love each other. Not in **that** way. Because, you see, Aston was also my adopted brother... Aston Elise was off-limits, a temptation that cursed my existence with this visceral hunger to have her, possess her, and taste her like she was made for me. I was tormented and on the brink of falling. If I stepped over that boundary, if I gave into my want, I wasn’t sure I could survive the disappointment of my adopted parents. We would all be affected. Our lives wouldn’t be the way it was. That change was irreversible, and the damage would be permanent. It was a scary thought, destroying a foundation and rebuilding it without knowing what it might end up looking like. But my want for her…it sat in the core of me, growing and growing. And want is a dangerous fucking thing. It clouds your judgment, it makes you weak, and I knew…I knew without a doubt, it was only a matter of time before I cracked. Obsession was devotion. Obsession was mania and need. It was a compulsive urge to self-gratify by wanting, and wanting, and wanting ‘til it hurt, ‘til you could feel it there in your bones, gnawing its way deeper within you. Obsession was my craze for Elise. She was my impulse. My…pulse itself. It wasn’t healthy. I knew that. I didn’t fucking care either.