I sold myself to save someone I loved...and this is the price I have to pay.I was sitting alone in a bar when the most handsome man walked inside. Striking blue eyes, cheekbones as sharp as glass, and a muscular body fit for a war. He was gorgeous. I couldn't take my eyes off him. When he bought me a drink, I didn't say no. I'd been unfulfilled for so long, and I wanted a real man for the night. My husband had his affairs so why couldn't I?I noticed the peculiar ring on his right hand, a diamond carved into a skull. If only I'd known what that meant, I would have known who this man was.The Skull King.A man more cruel and ruthless than my own husband.

    You: a) Wish them luck, and walk away with your head held high (because that’s what society expects you to do)? b) Quietly seethe, but accept that there is just nothing you can do about it (because it easier for everyone if you do nothing)? c) Dig up dirt on the bitch (because someone like this would undoubtedly have dirt), use it to sabotage their relationship, then sit back with a glass of Pinot Grigio and watch them burn? Answer: C. Oh, totally C. ******Meet Scarlett Smyth. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, has a rocking body and has an above average IQ. She brags that she can ensnare any husband or taken male, and …she often does. She also is ambitious and has a penchant for anything expensive. When the shrewd and ambitious temptress lays eyes on Bradley Murdoch, she believes she has found her dream man and a ticket to the high life she’s entitled to. There are just two problems: 1) Bradley is married to Rival. Happily at that. 2) They have children. Adorable little girls. Do those facts deter Scarlett in any way? No, not at all. She is determined to steal Bradley, smoothly replace Rival in his life and show him how to really live life. In a calculating move, the seductress (she is so good at seduction, she is even penning a book on it) befriends the quiet and unassuming Rival and worms her way into Bradley’s life. There’s more: To expedite things, Scarlett the mistress, engineers a way to wipe Rival out of the picture - sends the clueless wife on a “vacation”. But Scarlett may have underestimated her opponent. When Rival realizes the extent of the betrayal, she decides, even though she lacks Scarlett’s genius IQ, not to turn the other cheek. In fact, she is determined to win back her husband, believing that he is a good man who is simply mistaking lust for love. She believes that someone like Scarlett has to have skeletons in her cupboards and she begins to snoop around, anything she can use against the other woman, anything that can help her exact revenge.What Rival doesn’t realize is: no one crosses Scarlett and gets away with it. Now, the betrayed wife and the other woman collide. The result is another gripping suspense thriller from best selling author Eve Rabi.

    His mother has practically made a career out of saying I do, which is why he's found himself in another upstate town, preparing to watch her walk down the aisle with another yacht club asshole, nursing his cynicism with Scotch at another lonely dive bar. A sassy siren that sets his blood on fire wasn't part of the plan, neither was a new stepsister, and now Hudson's a man with a problem because he's just found out they're one in the same.Skylar Walsh never thought the one and only man she's ever brought home would turn into anything beyond a few orgasms. Until six-foot-four, sinfully sexy, talented and tattooed sweeps her off her feet--and right between his thighs--on his custom Harley. When Hudson demands her phone number before the night's over she knows she's in for a wild ride. When she runs into him at her father's wedding the next day she realizes she may have just made the biggest mistake of her life. A dozen sheet-clenching, toe-curling, and soul-shatteringly good times in the last twenty-four hours.Warning: Hudson is hellbent on his Sky, and he won't let a little thing like I do come between them. Filthy-sweet tattooed hearts, perfectly placed piercings that hit all the right spots, and love and fate inked so deep no force can keep them apart. Hold onto your hearts because Stepbrother Anonymous stole mine!

     I had a one-night stand. Then in true me fashion, I left my phone at his house during my desperate venture to escape. I tried hard to ignore the texts sent to my best friend’s phone... Amethyst: Sup, these selfies are cute as shit, but your lips looked better wrapped around my… I did NOT text him back. I DID vow to never speak of him, or that night again... I’m Amethyst Lily Tatum, and up until this point, I’d managed to maintain a fairly low-key life. I’m what you would call a socially unacceptable hot mess. Instead of partying, I’m skating, flipping ollie’s over guys who loved to underestimate me. Then I started college, met a wild girl who I would soon call my best-friend, had my first drunk one-night stand, left my phone at his house, and then, when I finally managed to meet my mom’s new boyfriend, I found out that my one-night stand, was now my new stepbrother. *this is a standalone novel*

    Doing it when you’re haunted by past betrayal and so many things left unsaid?Feels nearly hopeless. Is it impossible to come back from so much anguish and all the regrets? Can you ever truly mend your heart and move on?Or are Penelope and Linc destined for a life of punishment and pain?They're about to find out whether the line between love and hate is clear. And if moving on after loss and the sting of deception is even possible.

    Come Undone is book one of three.Olivia Germaine has already found love. Devoted wife, loyal friend, determined career woman–she’s created the life she always envisioned. But when Olivia locks eyes with a handsome stranger across a crowded room, he peers a little too closely and sees emotions she thought she’d buried long ago. David Dylan, alleged playboy and eternal bachelor, challenges Olivia to confront the life she’s built and to make decisions that could either lead to happiness... or regret. Will Olivia be able to draw the line between lust and love? And can David respect that line?

    They say a lot of stuff – whoever they are – and it's mostly grade A bull****, but on this point they're bang on the money. The distance between cold, icy hatred and burning, head-over-heels, yell-it-from-the-rooftops love is but the thickness of a shadow, and you wouldn't believe how easy it is to switch from one to the other. Even – especially – when you really don't want to. Ryan was everything shy, awkward scholarship girl Sophia despised: a callous, confident, wealthy ladies man who went through girls faster than she went through gum. It wasn't easy to hate him... it's never easy to hate a guy who looked like Ryan, with his tight abs, chiseled jaw and perfect mess of tousled brown hair, but Sophia managed it. When Sophia's mother announced her intention to marry Ryan's father she thought her life was over. Even after graduation she couldn't escape this infuriating jackass, and now she'd have to sleep in the room next to his. Could life get any worse? Maybe, but it might also get much, much better. You see, Ryan has been hiding a shocking secret for two years, and Sophia is about to learn that she's much more important to him than she could ever understand... Stepbrother, Where Art Thou? is the hot, steamy, fast-paced opening novella to the Stepbrother, Where Art Thou? series. It contains adult themes, occasional graphic sexual content and harsh language that may cause offence to some, and is suitable only for readers over the age of 18. It should also be read alone, at night.

    Sensual, sweet, and as annoyingly perfect as she was when I left 7 years ago. My body remembers the way she felt underneath me, and wants her again. My heart remembers the way she crushed it and wants as far away as possible. But she’s everywhere, haunting me, torturing me, driving me past all logical reason. I need to forget her, move on and get her out of my system, but to do that, I need to have her one. Last. Time. It started as a kiss. We never meant to fall in love. But I was 17 and carefree, And he was 19, beautiful and forbidden. Our families never would have accepted it… And I broke his heart to save his future. Now the boy I loved 7 years ago is the man I can’t have. He’s grown into everything my body craves, my heart demands… and my sense of decency rejects.

     Slade Jarvis. My stepbrother and an arrogant prick. Also hot, ripped, and tattooed. Still, even at eighteen, I should have known better than to let him seduce me. I was taken in by his charm, even though I knew he really only cared about one thing: himself. He taught me everything I know about sex, but then he screwed me in another way before disappearing from my life. Fuck him. But now my real brother is in trouble and Slade is the only one who can help. My parents want nothing to do with Slade. They don't want to see him again. They won't go and find him, even to help Kellan. That leaves it up to me. But I don't ever want to see Slade again, either... do I? Slade I know I can be a jerk, but fuck it. I don't care. I'm the best doctor around, so why the hell should I pretend to give a damn? Who needs a girlfriend when I can screw every hot and tight young thing that crosses my path. No one can resist a doctor. No one can resist me. I've fucked up in the past. I know that. Seven years ago, I made the biggest mistake of my life - I let someone get too close. Iris Walker got hurt, and left me with regrets that I've spent a lot of time trying to forget. No one gets close to Slade Jarvis now. I won't make that mistake again. That's the past, and I'm not looking back. Not unless it comes to find me, first. Note: This is a stand-alone romance novel with an HEA ending. It contains sex and mature themes, and is intended for adults only.

     I know the feeling well. I'm the top draft prospect for the NFL, voted All-American last year, and a God at the University of Oregon. I didn't get here by fucking around or chasing fantasies—and I'll never forget where I came from. A guy like me only gets one chance to get out, to make something of himself. Passion. I thought football was my passion. But Teagan Fletcher, she's my obsession. My childhood friend is now a woman with curves for days and hair like fire. But she also hates me—and I don't blame her. I want her. But I can't have her. I need her. But I don't know how to let go. One way or another, I'll have it all: football … and Fletcher. ***KICKED is a standalone new adult sports romance with a happy ending and no cliffhanger. To celebrate the release of this bad boy, there are two free bonus books in the back: STEPBROTHER INKED and RAW AND DIRTY, both from C.M.'s pen name, Violet Blaze. All three are full-length novels, full of bad boys and tattoos, and loaded with hot, hot, hotness. Enjoy! EXCERPT FROM "KICKED": “What are we doing?” Teagan asked as I forced her to jog after me towards the tunnel. “Where are we going?” Her voice was breathy and patchy, and she panted as she ran after me, but she kept going, following me into the pitch blackness and down, down, down. At the halfway mark, I stopped, turned, shoved her back into the wall. “Tyce,” Teagan said, her voice high and reedy, like she was about to come in her panties just from looking at me. I reached up and tore my helmet from my head, tossing it aside and letting it bounce along the pavement beneath our feet. I was panting so goddamn hard in that moment, sucking in breath after anxious breath as my eyes flicked over her face, down her throat, across the full swell of her chest. I stepped forward and cupped the back of her head with a golden glove, leaned down and captured her mouth with mine. I kissed her hard and fast, frantic with time and need and desire. Less than five minutes. I bruised Teagan's mouth with my own, slid our tongues together, made her dizzy when I pulled back and looked her straight in the face. “We have five minutes,” I said and then we were working together to shove her pants down one leg, over her sneakers. Mine were next, pushed down halfway off my a**, my c*** springing free from my cup. I lifted Teagan up against that stone wall, slammed her back into the cool cement and let her curl her fingers in my sweaty hair. It was stuck to my forehead, probably a hot mess, but she looked at me like I was a god. I felt like a god there in that tunnel in the dark with thousands of fans screaming and pounding the pavement above our heads. In an instant, my coach or a security guard or one of the boys, they could come down here and find us screwing. I didn't care. Seriously. I didn't give a s***.

    5 other billionaire novels are included as a bonus. Nicolette So Lawson is back – the prodigal asshole returned at last. Too bad for me… I could have gone another ten years without seeing him and been just fine. As soon as the cocky bastard walks into my office, self-assured grin right where it used to be, eyes trailing to places they have no right to, I know he hasn’t changed. Lawson is the same son of a bitch who walked out on me without a backward glance all those years ago. Well, it looks like his years of living out his wild, trust fund fantasies of beautiful girls, expensive drinks, and endless vacations have been good to him. I can despise him all I want, but I can’t deny the man is smoking hot, with a gaze that still thrills me to my core, with a voice I can’t help but respond to… But I’ve had ten years to refine my bitterness, to think hard on all my good reasons to wish him misery. And it would take more than he’s capable of to convince me otherwise. Lawson She’s everything and I threw her away like garbage. Now that I’m back and in charge of the family business, now that I’m her boss…is there anything sexier than seducing a woman whose body I know better than my own? I need her the way I need air to breathe. My body is wracked, tortured, desperate for its mate, a mate I left crying and broken ten years ago. I have to have her but how do I convince Nic to forget the past? I’ll use anything at my disposal and do, so when she finally caves and gives herself to me I’m shocked to discover that the woman I crave above all others is holding secrets that have the power to tear us apart before I can claim her.

    From Ivy League schools to a career in law, adventure was the one thing out of her reach. That was until a boy with bright green eyes and a monster truck t-shirt wandered into her back yard, giving the adventure she longed for. Refuge can be found in the most unlikely places…Damon Knight’s abusive home life left him longing for a childhood he never had—until he wandered into Adalynne’s yard. She took his hand, smiled at him, and even gave him a nickname. Fox. The woods became their escape—a place to flee from reality. He discovered music through Adalynne’s piano, and not long after that, she gave him a guitar. Little did he know that gift would change his life forever.Years later, their age is not the only thing that’s changed...Adalynne’s love for Fox took on a life of its own. As they begin to build their lives, her heart aches for him in ways she can’t understand. As they slowly begin to drift apart, Adalynne becomes more desperate to cling to their secret romance. But Fox is no longer the bright-eyed child from the woods. Her shy, beautiful Fox has grown into a dark, troubled man with a guitar. And when her last attempt to salvage their relationship breaks Adalynne’s heart, catching Fox a second time seems just out of her reach.

    I should’ve known better. I should be studying harbor seals’ breeding habits, not conducting my own research into mating rituals of the Navy variety.He’s a jackass. An arrogant, womanizing, patronizing, Harley-riding jerk. A one-night stand. One night of the most incredible sex I’ve ever had. Shane is trained to kill with his bare hands in 300 different ways—and he knows 300 ways to f**k me, too. Now my father is engaged to his mother. And we’re heading to Mexico for the wedding. The prick is blackmailing me. He’s threatening to ruin their big day if I don’t surrender to his demands. Quit is not in his vocabulary. I hate him, but I know he’ll never give up until he gets everything he wants. Screw that! I won’t give up—I’ll never submit to America’s cockiest badass.

    Power. Sin. It all comes with the gavel. Blurs the lines between church and state. But the Knightdale Charter of the Satan's Knights MC is my life.And I'd do anything for this club. Like letting the best woman I ever had slip through my fingertips. A sinfully beautiful spitfire, she's my better half in every way. My twin flame. My everything. My biggest regret. But there's no making things right between us. Because I'm the reason she's alone yet again. And if our past wasn't enough to put out the fire in her soul, my crimes certainly will be.

    Dance to Bob Marley in the sand. Find love and peace in Paul's arms. In Hollywood, I drink champagne and watch our chef fix dinner. I visit Stewart at work and let him take me on top of his desk.Two separate lives. Two separate men. A woman that watched us all.I should have known that it wouldn't work out.