Playing hockey and taking care of his son are all he has time for; getting traded was not on the agenda. Neither was a sexy, hockey-playing nanny to further complicate things. Star college athlete Danielle Cloutier may dominate the rink, but off the ice, she’s an amateur. She’s been trying to get rid of her virginity for years, but guys are always intimidated by her strength. That changes when she meets her new boss. Chemistry between them sizzles, hot enough to melt the most frozen of hearts, but Danielle can’t afford to get attached. Sergei doesn’t know what to do with the beautiful, stubborn woman, but watching her turn his new house into a home gives him a few ideas. Can he come to terms with his feelings before she skates out of his life for good?

    Not for one minute.Since that day I’ve measured all women against her and every one of them has come up short.We're in the same town, on the same block, in the same building, and the gulf between us is just too wide to cross.Until I stop running from trouble long enough to throw her camera off a balcony.She’s a career-killer. A PR disaster.Loving her again is career suicide, and I don’t care.This time, I’m running toward her, even if it ruins me.Star Crossed is a new and improved version of previously published title, Shuttergirl, with a brand new epilogue and previously unpublished, totally swoon-worthy and emotional new scenes.

    One look in his gorgeous blue-green eyes, and it’s like I never left. One kiss, and my world is upside down. One night together, and I know without a doubt, in his arms is where I belong.I’m not the girl I was—intimidated by his wealthy family and desperate to escape our small town. I can imagine a new life for us here.But he’s learned to guard his heart, and trust won’t come easily.How can I convince him to give first love a second chance?

    After all, as a divorced man at the age of thirty-two, "blind sex" sounded like a nice distraction.Her code name is Devon. She’s my faceless fantasy. A diamond in a world full of rhinestones. I don't know what she looks like.I don’t know where she lives.I don't know her name.I will never know these things.And if I'm not careful, I might fall for a woman who's just a ghost in the dark. ELLANew name. New identity. Old demons.After escaping two years in hell, this fancy dating program was supposed to be my therapy.His code name is Ross. He makes me feel alive again. Every night we share at Silent Sins, our bond grows stronger.And he’s hell-bent on meeting me in person, throwing our anonymity away, and taking me on a real date.I want to do it.But my demons? They never sleep.

    Hendrix and Gemma's story continues in Love & Deception and finished with an HEA in Love & Redemption. ** This book includes language, sex, and violence.

    Or maybe that was the drink and drugs clouding my vision. I really can’t tell you. All I can tell you is that he took me back to a mansion in the hills overlooking LA instead of returning me to my camp in tent city.Yeah, that’s right. I’m homeless.But everything that haunts me takes a backseat because the morning after, I’m confronted by a Russian male model and a bad boy with shades. They say they are my savior’s “roommates.”Hah. As if I believe that for one second.I doubt them all, and I would have left…I really would have. If it weren’t for the offer he made.Shawn Van Doren, as I come to know him, is a billionaire. He owns the world’s most renowned chain of hotels and seeks control like it’s his drug. When he offers me ten-thousand dollars to pose as his socialite girlfriend…I say no.Sike. I said yes. You think a hungry homeless girl would turn that down? Not in a million years.But this choice proves to be my deal with the devil. This choice seals my fate. This choice is what catapults me into a world of danger, money, mobs, and lies.But I’ll tell you a secret…I have nothing to lose. No home, no family, nothing. I don’t fear them, and I don’t fear death.I’m not the innocent little girl that they think I am, and this? This is exactly what the wicked girl inside me craves.Dark Cherries is a full-length reverse-harem billionaire romance and may have triggering themes for some. Audience should be 18+

    Carina Domenico loves four things: her daughter, her big Italian family, cappuccino, and her food blog Halfway Homemade--but not necessarily in that order.When Halfway Homemade is picked up by a major television network, Carina's world changes overnight.But the one thing that doesn't change, thanks to a single earth-shattering heartbreak, is Carina's view on dating.As she starts to feel something for Ryan West--the attractive British producer of her show--she tries her hardest to evade both him and her unwanted feelings.Carina Domenico loves four things--and Ryan West is not on that list.At least, that's what she keeps telling herself.

    I can’t stand the place. But when an offer to move to NYC includes a fast track to partner at a well-respected law firm, there’s no way I can decline. My move to the city goes exactly according to plan, everything falling perfectly into place…until the elevator door in my new apartment building opens, and I come face to face with my past. Four years ago we parted ways, neither of us willing to change our future career plans. We were too stubborn, too ambitious, and refused to make sacrifices. To add salt to the wound, she ended the year dating my roommate. But right now, staring at her beautiful face after all this time, I can still feel it. The attraction, the desire—it’s palpable. Four years ago, I wanted forever with Anna. Now, I’m a different man. A relationship isn’t in the cards. She threw that chance away. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun…right?

    Half the company loves me, the other can’t stand me—when you’ve got your sights set on bigger things, it comes with the territory. Bonus: My ice-cold reputation hides my broken heart.If Dynex pulls off its upcoming public offering, my best friend and I will be swimming in corporate stock, free to launch our own company. Now more than ever, I need to be focused. I don’t need a distraction like Jasmine Carmichael, a gorgeous consultant with honey-almond skin and a killer smile.JasmineEver had any luck with dating apps? No? Girl, same. I don’t play games. One, my travel schedule as a consultant doesn’t allow it. And two, at the first hint I’m an old-fashioned girl in search of romance, I’m ghosted.I shouldn’t be attracted to six-three of citrine-eyed, muscular, urban sophistication like Garrett Hamilton. He’s a client, and clients are definitely out of my dating pool. But something about him makes me want to ignore the rules and roll the dice.I should have remembered corporate games never end well—especially when you gamble with your heart.

    She works with me every single day.Did I mention she's gorgeous, sweet, kind and smart?2. She works in my home.Playing with my five-year-old daughter. Teaching my little girl. Cooking for my princess. Which means...3. She's the nanny.And that makes her completely off-limits... But it doesn’t stop me from wanting her. All of her.***The other nannies in this city don't call him the Sexy One for nothing. My boss, the amazingly wonderful single father to the girl I take care of every day is ridiculously hot, like movie star levels with those arms, and those eyes, and that body. Not to mention, the way he dotes on his little girl melts me all over. But what really makes my knees weak are the times when his gaze lingers on me. In secret. When no one else is around. I can't risk my job for a chance at something more... can I? But I don’t know how to resist him much longer either...

    Dance instructor Casey Richardson takes an immediate dislike to the brash, arrogant Drew Byrne when he pulls his nine-year-old son out of her “silly” dance class. Still, she cannot help noticing his smoking hot body and bedroom eyes. A working class girl raised in the small fishing and farming community on Long Island’s rural North Fork, Casey knows all too well how easily a girl can get hurt by the notorious womanizing hunks that flourish on the South Fork in the Hamptons. Men like Drew Byrne. The last thing she needs is for him to be the only one who can save her from losing her dance academy, the dream she has worked so hard to turn into a reality.Remarrying is definitely off Drew’s list of things to do. As head of his Fortune 500 trucking company, he enjoys his wealth and has no problem keeping it a game with some of the world’s most beautiful women. So why should his son’s challenging, straight talking dance teacher get under his skin in a way no other female has? Sure, Casey Richardson has luminous brown eyes and a lean, taut body that drives him nuts, but he’s seen plenty in his day with the supermodels he is used to dating. He tells himself it is because Casey is the only one who was able to bring his shy, uncommunicative son out of his shell. But even that isn’t it. Bewildered, Drew decides he just might make use of those ridiculous psychic readings he won at North Cove’s Annual Fourth Of July Bazaar raffle. Little does he know the local psychic who donated the readings has taken off last minute for some trekking in Tibet —and Casey was swayed into substituting for her with phone readings to the anonymous winner. Add in a stint on a hit TV dance-off series, a cozy local coffee shop, a narcissistic rock star and a protective big brother to make KISS ME, DANCER a sexy, heartfelt and fun read.In addition to being part of today’s Indie author movement, Alicia and Roy Street are also traditionally published (under another penname). In 2009 they received a Daphne Du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery/Suspense.

    

    Theo takes a job at Trance; the city’s only women’s club, and soon becomes its star attraction. That still isn’t enough to pay his daughter's tuition and the ever-rising cost of his San Francisco neighborhood. With the help of Rico, a fellow entertainer and part-time pimp; Theo earns extra cash through a series of hilarious side jobs.Soon, Theo’s sexy stage persona becomes a liability and threatens his role as the world's okayest dad.

    It took a day for me to realize she was different. It took a night for me to realize I had to let her go. I was reckless. She deserved everything I couldn’t give to her. I had someone else to worry about. AMARI SANTANA I was in love with him.It only took a few weeks for him to take over all of my thoughts.It only took a few words for him to rip all we had to shreds and break me. I left.He stayed. Now I’m back.

    Things would be so different if they were young, but sometimes the answers to life's challenges aren't always as straightforward as they seem. Fifteen years have passed by in a blink. Will fifteen days be enough to make things right?