Everything Alexandra doesn't want in her perfect little world this Christmas. Alexandra Winthrop is the perfect girl next door. She's sweet and innocent. Works at a pet shelter for Christ's sake. But I want to be the mutt on the end of her chain. I'll follow Alex anywhere, especially when she tells me she's in danger. Someone's been following her. So when she shows up to the gym for a self-defense class, I show her all my moves. But that's not enough. I can't let her out of my sight until I know she's safe. This Christmas, she's getting a personal bodyguard. Me. And maybe I'll get a little somethin' from Alix too. Ringer is a fast-paced, second chance single dad romance that will have you humming Christmas carols while things heat up between the pages. This New Year's romance will have you dreaming of fresh starts, second chances, and new beginnings just in time for a new decade to start. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and a heartwarming, sizzling hot HEA.

    I mean, don't even get me started on that firm, neat butt of his. And there are enough sparks flying between us to set a whole forest on fire, but I don't generally go for overbearing, difficult, growly men.This man is all that and more.So...what to do?Burn a whole forest down or pour a bucket of ice into my bath water every night.Kinda liking the forest idea better at the moment.A Full length Standalone CEO Office romance with HEA.

     Embattled CEO and newly-widowed Stephanie Kerrigan also cares about exactly three things: keeping control of the family business that her board of directors is hellbent on taking away from her, having a baby, and winning the lawsuit Ethan Webb has filed against her. What was Stephanie’s crime? Being married to Pete’s scumbag father. His dead father. So after spending less than an hour with her, what possible reason could Ethan have to suddenly ask Stephanie to marry him? And why in the world would she agree? That’s easy: extreme mutual need. Besides, it’s only for a few weeks. There’s no need for it to get complicated. Until it does.

    Caitlyn despises him immediately.He may be brave and imposing, but this man is also curt, overbearing and unable to open up to women. Was it up to her, she wouldn't choose to spend an hour with him, but at this point, he is her only hope for saving her mother.When they reach his castle, she can not imagine what is concealed inside.In one of the rooms, Caitlyn will find a fragile and isolated young lass who had not seen the sunlight for months. That's what's left from Ava, Alastair's beautiful sister after bandits attempted to rape her.The two of them come close, and Ava will decides to reveal the truth about her brother's tormented past and the horrendous games of fate that shaped his character. Caitlyn has never met a person she can't touch with her kind heart, but this man seems to have lost all lust for life.When the bandits that attacked Ava return, Alastair, will have to face his external and internal demons or lose everything he loves. "Saving the Broken Highlander" is a standalone story packed with emotion, romance, and redemption, set on the beautiful backdrop of the Scottish Highlands.

    My wealth.But a weekend at the Winter Moon Lodge is exactly what I need to clear my head.And the hordes of hunky handsome guys that are coming out of the woodwork are just what the doctor ordered.But one has my attention without effort.Hunter. And this man is on the prowl.I, for one, am happy to get caught up in his net.Unfortunately, my family will never accept him.Wealth hasn’t corrupted me, but they’re a different story.If our love affair could just be a fling, all would be fine, but I can’t settle for anything less than all of him.Love or family? That is the question…

    I'm the collateral. It wasn't supposed to be like this. My life was simple. Carefree. Mundane. I thought I knew everything about my past...and about my father. That was before he stormed in. Beautiful and strong, I knew immediately he was trouble. But I didn't think he was deadly. I was wrong. A man like him gets what he wants...and he wants me. Not just for one month, but for forever.

    My heart now belongs to him- Antonio Robert Heart, the underboss of the Heart Syndicate that governs over New York and its five boroughs. He rules with an unwavering hand yielding the blade of his knife, but when his strong hands touch me, I become liquid. I melt into his all-consuming prowess.The thing is, he doesn't want me... even though he craves me. AntonioI don’t date. I don’t love. I don’t want marriage and I do not want children. I only allow myself companionship when the desire is there.Lilah Tomlinson was supposed to be one night-one hour at the most. I was a fool.My desire for her prevailed and I let her in... only to find out she has betrayed me. That muscle in my chest, the one she has penetrated and brought to life, it shrivels with the worst kind of anger: WRATH.***This book is a dark romance with strong sexual content and violent scenes. If you are uncomfortable with either of these situations please do not read! 18+Chapter OneANTONIOHer lips feel incredible. Her smile is one of many I have seen gazing up at me from the spare room floor of my penthouse. She licks the corner of her lip. Her smile turns mischievous. I see a glint of craziness flicker in her pupils. Oh, yeah, the next hour or two will be fun. What she doesn't know is that her time is limited. I'll use her just like she is using me. She uses me for who I am-for the stature and clout I hold predominantly in the state of New York, but across the country as well. The society girl just moved up the ladder a couple of notches by getting to spend the night with the infamous Antonio Heart, the bad boy of New York City. Though, she is only getting a couple hours out of me. I sound arrogant as fuck, I know, but it is what it is and will always be that way. I use her only for what she was genetically born with. There will be no insta-love at the end of this transaction. She is disposable. I'll throw her out before she can take that post orgasmic breath. My fingers grip the brown hair at the back of her head. I let my knees relax and sink into the rhythm of her ministrations, allowing her to freely perform for me. Because that’s what this is. A performance, an act… it’s all fake. I need what she has, and she wants what I can give her. I'll give her that minute she needs to make herself feel good. Then I'll take over. No one but one man governs me. Whether she thinks it or not right now, I am in control. I am always in control. I let my eyes close, letting myself feel what's happening to my body. Damn. It's been a minute. I release a breath, relaxing further. Between being exhausted of spending time with self-boasting, fake women that fall into the starfish position and wait for the magic to happen when they get here, and redoing my newly acquired club, Temptations, I can't remember the last time I actually enjoyed a blowjob. Another minute passes before I’ve had enough. She is lucky I have let her have this long. I hear the familiar chirp from my phone sitting on the edge of the mattress, alerting me of an incoming message. I ignore the first chirp but then three more consecutive alerts sound. My blood starts flowing, becoming a virulent serpentine gliding through my veins. Not from the woman on her knees in front of me, although she is pretty talented with her tongue, but because I know that those consecutive messages are ones I have been waiting for. I need to move this along. She’s playing with me, which was fine for the moment, but now it’s not. I’m halfway there. My fingers twist in her overly stiff hair she primped to what she thought was perfection for a night out club hopping. I knock her hands away from my swelled length and let my hips take over. The repetitive flexing of my hips progress to a faster speed as the seconds tick. She lets out a long moan. My phone chirps again and again. My shoulders tense because of the alerts and my thighs mirror my shoulders. I am close. I can feel it in my bones, they got him. I need to hurry this along. With three more thrusts, I plunge as deep as I can with a release so strong my knees almost buckle. She gasps at the sudden unexpected surge of salty heat. No warning was needed. She knew what she was down there for. My energy is momentarily zapped. My breathing is still heavy when in one swift moment, I pull from the warmth of her mouth, tuck myself away, refasten the zipper to my slacks, and lunge for my phone. I hear her whine from behind me. I take the steps away, creating more distance. Always alert, I hear her fumble. I turn back and glance at her. I shouldn’t have turned my back on her to begin with. My screen comes to life with the print of my finger and so does my lineage. A lifelong blood oath is now rapidly flowing through my veins with the speed of revenge as its leader. I’m re-energized from the thrill of the business that awaits. I survey the woman that holds my semen in the hollow of her insides. “Time to go.” I reach down and grab her purse off the bed and toss it to her. Her mouth flaps open, becoming unhinged. Quickly, she snaps it shut. Her eyes become slits and her jaw tenses, clenching with each fuck you sentence forming in her head. Before she can formulate those words, I advance in her direction. “I said it’s time to go. I won’t tell you again…” I add insult to injury when I can’t remember her name. Honestly, I don’t think I even asked her what her name was. It didn’t matter, she won’t get a second go with me. I have my regulars. They know the deal.I’m in. I’m out.“You don’t even know my name!” She slaps her purse against her thigh.“No. Now get out!” ********I slammed the gearshift into first gear. My black Testoni-covered foot hits the accelerator with force. With a jerk of the wheel, I peel out into the back alley, black tread left behind to melt into the asphalt. I speed through the city streets, heading towards the warehouse that holds my men and the man they captured–the rat that betrayed the family. The closer I get to my second home the more the usual smell of iron and sea air fills my senses. The metallic sting is an igniter to every fiber of my being and a catalyst for an explosion of electrifying currents that snap every nerve ending. Every single time that distinct smell fills the air, it punches me in the gut and brings me right back to my first kill–the day I became a Made Man. It was the same day I made my boss proud and my father mournful. My cherry was popped with a man who betrayed the family. A man who pledged his allegiance to protect and serve. The price for his disloyalty was his life. My father gave me the honor and without a second glance, at the age of fifteen, I took the offered gun from my predecessor, the one he had engraved with my name, the one I still have today sitting in my safe at home, and I put a bullet right between the rat’s eyes as I recited our family motto. Family is everything.Family protects you.Without family, you have nothing.If you betray one of us, you betrayed all of us.

    I came to take someone, whether she wants to come with me or not. A girl who belongs to me, even though she doesn't know it yet.Natalie Paulson is mine, every single inch of her, and I don't share what's mine. It's time she learned what happens to bad little girls who put my property on display without permission, and when I'm done it won't be just her cute little bottom that is well-punished, well-used, and sore.Publisher's Note: His for the Taking includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

    

    Everything about me exuded prim and proper. At least that was the part of me everyone saw. Tyson Black was a struggling football player. Big and scary looking. Tattoos and muscles everywhere. Kind of annoying.He was also my newest ballet student. Neither one of us were thrilled about it,And it only took us one lesson to learn we didn’t see eye to eye. But after a series of break-ins in Atlanta, including one in my studio,I was on edge and my stoic demeanor started slipping.Everything seemed to be spiraling. Somehow, I managed to push through my fears and teach my classes. It helped that Ty and I had found a rhythm we could agree on. Eventually, I was able to see that we had a lot more in common than just the way we danced.And while that should have been what brought us together, it was actually what threatened to keep us apart.

    

    As a mafia princess, I’ve always known that one day I’d have to marry the man my father chooses.But I never thought that man would be Alessandro Bellini.Ruthless, heartless, and twisted, he’s the last person I want to meet, let alone spend the rest of my life with.Alessandro demands my complete obedience and my body to use as he pleases.He wants me to be his plaything in his special dungeon.But even though he’s the embodiment of everything I hate, he knows how to play my body and make me feel things I haven’t even known existed.As the spark between us ignites, I find myself wanting something I’ve never wanted before.Will my wish come true?Pretty Plaything is a standalone dark arranged marriage mafia romance with potentially triggering situations and is intended for mature audiences.

    I worry every  day about my bills and student loans. He's the heir of a wealthy American family, a dynasty that expects him to marry a blueblood--and soon. I grew up on the wrong side of Kissimmee, Florida. When Luke Rothschild races into my life, however, everything changes. He's a breath of fresh, coastal air, a gusty breeze that infuses a brand-new, tempting scent into my world. I lust for Luke, I fall fast, and I fall hard, so much so that I almost forget how little we have in common.  But then comes the inevitable...the stark reminder that I don't fit into Luke's rich, sparkling life. No matter how hard I try to play the part outside the bedroom, or how much I lust for him in his boudoir, there is no way I can erase my past and become the woman his family will accept with open arms.  Or...is there? LUSTING FOR LUKE first in a series of romance novels and novellas set in Palm Beach, Florida. All titles in the "Billionaires of Palm Beach" series can be read individually and independently. More details to be announced at a later date. ****BOOK COVER NOT FINAL*****

    Just when everything was falling apart and seemed hopeless, she meets Jack. He put the phrase, tall, dark and handsome to shame. Not only is he the hottest man she had ever laid eyes on, but he’s offering her a job at his nightclub. Only catch, it’s a gentleman’s club, AKA strip club. An easy mistake, right? She will have to find a way to overcome the humiliation of dancing on stage and stop lusting over her new boss, all in order to keep her apartment. But she couldn’t help feeling that behind this quiet, sexy man, was someone with dark secrets. Secrets that could possibly put her in danger. This book is a standalone with some trigger warnings

    Still recovering from the trauma from two years ago, she is swept away in a web of lies, crime and chaos, leading her to question everything, even her own identity. And then she meets him. Stefan Esposito. Dangerous, arrogant and ruthless, he is the Boss of the largest family of the Italian Mafia. And he has vowed to protect her.