And the bastard has invited me to his wedding to rub it in my face. But I need this. For closure, or so I tell myself. It’s past time to heal already. A good-looking Park Ranger with a chip on his shoulder just happens to show up in my life. And his timing couldn’t be better. I need some help getting under my ex’s skin. I’ll work on letting go later. He needs to know what he lost and that I’ve moved on. Forever. All lies, but the wheels in my head are turning. If I attend the wedding with a handsome mountain man, my ex’s head will spin. I just have to convince this new stranger a be my fake fiancé for the weekend. And then I have to NOT fall in love with the guy.

    Never hesitate. Never get emotionally involved.Words I've lived by. Until her.I'm a fixer.I fix bad, embarrassing, illegal problems, for the right price.My clients are rich, famous, powerful, and very dangerous.Now I’ve got a problem of my very own: Eva Martin. She just happens to be both my best friend’s little sister, and at the center of the most explosive problem I’ve ever faced. As the body count rises around us, I’m falling for the one woman that’s totally out of bounds. Her wide innocent eyes, perfect curves, and sexy, smoky voice—she’s a liability and a weakness, but I'm unable to resist.Eva’s a risky distraction for a man like me. I'm going to make her mine, and I'll use everything in my arsenal to keep her safe.Even if it means everyone else—including me—becomes collateral damage.

    A newer edition of this book can be found here.Telling my boss my BIGGEST secret was just one of many mistakes…#1 I revealed that I was still a…you know what.#2 I also confessed I’d never experience the big O.#3 I don’t even have to spell it out do I?Look, I NEVER expected him to make it his mission to help a girl out,But I can’t say I haven’t fantasized about it.Even when I want to slap his arrogant face,I wouldn’t mind tearing his suit off in the process.As much as I want to let him take me in every way imaginable,My mission to find the big O,Quickly turns into Oh shit!Falling for him wasn’t part of the plan…or the agreement.Will I always just be another conquest for my billionaire boss?Or can I fall out of his bed and into his heart?

    She needs a fake fiancé. I need to claim her. Possess her. Brand her with my c*ck. Her curves, her innocence, every sweet, delicious inch of her untouched body … they’re mine. Even if she doesn’t know it yet. By the time this week is over, our fake relationship is going to be so real that she’ll be screaming my name while I ride her to heaven. Her parents are going to hate me, but I don’t care. Lucy’s mine. And if they try to interfere? They’ll find out that I’m not someone you want to cross. Strap in and hold on for this insta-heat ride! This possessive alpha male knows what he wants … and how to get it. As always, this book is safe, with no cheating and a HEA guaranteed. Enzo is the third installment in a series; each book stands alone, so they can be read in any order, but reading them in sequence provides extra benefits.

    When you’re a billionaire playboy that’s part of the game. No different when I find a waif in my break room, making herself coffee with a brazen air that hits me like a storm. Her mouth is so feisty, I have no choice but to take it. I need to claim her. To own her. But then I discover Grace Hart is my temporary intern. Off limits in more ways than one - She’s also freshly minted from the joint – here on my charitable re-integration program. She struts her curvy little body into my office and lays down the boundaries Which only inflames me more I shouldn’t do it but I can’t resist. She’s the perfect mask for my tedious social engagements The little minx deals hard but I can deal harder A bad girl to get me though the summer But maybe we’re both in need of redemption Just Billionaire is a hot full length romance featuring an alpha male and a girl looking for her second chance - in life. It's the first in the standalone series of Bossy Billionaires. Sav xo

     I've always been a businessman. It's in my blood. It defines me. Well, that and being a single dad. My daughter is the only thing I prize above money. And I want to be the role model she deserves. But when I'm suddenly on the verge of bankruptcy, the s#!t hits the fan. And in more ways than one. Maybe that's why I turned to my new secretary - to fuck away my troubled thoughts. Elena Hayes. Twenty-four, fresh out of college, green eyes, tall, curvy, smart… No man in my position could resist all that. I knew she was off-limits. She knew I was bad for her. But that didn't stop us… Until the test with the two pink little lines. I want to support Elena. I want this baby. But I have a dark past that isn't done toying with me yet…

    I had one woman to find. Marry her and put my baby in her belly. Clinical. Cold. Ruthless. That's me. My father's son.Then I met her.Sydney Lawrence. All American Girl. Goddess. Broken Angel."It is more important that innocence is protected than it is that guilt be punished."Guess what? I didn't listen.I spun my web and trapped her inside.Then I took her to Hell.When you play with fire - someone always gets burned.

    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.

     Okay, no man was ever going to control what she did, not ever again. Okay, no man was going to control her outside the bedroom. Not ever. The problem with Le Duc was the man just didn't listen. He was Dominique Nadir Amir Afshar de Choiseul, or duc de Choiseul. He didn’t just run a criminal empire older than most countries, he was an actual duke. Not that it mattered. She wasn’t impressed. Duchess explained over and over again that she wasn't getting married. Period. End of discussion. Just as soon as he stopped talking. And looking so edibly delicious. Maybe just a little taste… Ex: “Sir, we’ve arrived.” Nadir blinked. Damn, he hadn’t even noticed the vehicle had crawled to a stop. Right next to the object of his fascination. Not waiting for the driver to come around to open his door, he slid across the seat to exit closest to the tree. As soon as he was out of the car, he went straight for it, scanning the ground around the base, then the lower branches with no idea what he was looking for. Until he found it. Those were definitely rope burns on those bare, lower branches. Damn. “It’s a hanging tree.” Encountering a child was the last thing Nadir had expected, though he hadn’t really been sure what to expect. Not knowing what to say to the little person who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, he said nothing as she continued. “Some say the ghosts of the poor fools hung on that tree haunt it, tied to its roots for eternity.” Wait, this little person couldn’t be more than five maybe. Should she know how to talk like that? “My daddy died on that tree.” What? She just stood there, a riot of midnight colored curls falling all around her face and over her shoulders, looking up at him as if what she just said was perfectly normal. In fact, she looked pleased with her tiny fists resting on her hips. With her chin up, her back straight she continued to stare even when he didn't reply. What could he possibly say? Her expression didn’t change as she waited him out. Nor did she stop staring at him directly in the eye as if she was his equal. No, as if she were above him, as regal as a queen in her frilly little dress and bare dirty feet. With skin the color of toasted caramel, the imp had eyes that were almost amethyst with spikes of marine blue. Those eyes carried wisdom a little girl shouldn’t have. Who was she? “My mama ain’t gonna marry you.” Giving him a sweeping look from head to foot she shook her head as if she felt sorry for him. Sorry for him. No one felt sorry for him. “You might as well just turn around and go home.” “Angel Flower! What have I told you about using proper grammar?” Nadir had no idea where the voice of the grown woman admonishing the little girl was coming from. He couldn’t take his eyes off the fascinating child in front of him who was currently rolling her eyes. “Pardon me. My mother isn’t going to marry, so I am afraid your trip to my house is a big, fat bust!” To emphasize her point, she raised her little chin even higher while also raising a brow as well as any fifty-year-old man. Laughter bubbled up from somewhere deep inside Nadir’s gut. It started out rusty, like an old pipe suddenly flooded with a rush a water after laying dry for about a decade. Soon peals of pure, unadulterated mirth filled his body, echoing across the courtyard.

    To me, heaven is like a wet dream, you’ll have to wake up sooner or later and realize it’ll never happen.Love exists only in your dreams.Scrum; A different letter word except this one I understand; I apply not just to the sport I love but to my personal life: Transparency, Inspection and Adaptation. The 3 pillars of upholding every implementation of empirical process control. Basically what helps is to control the unexpected.I don’t expect the unexpected because I control everything.

    That’s all she was when I agreed to play a part in deceiving her. But then the unplanned happened.We met. And all I wanted from her was a dirty weekend . . . until that wasn’t enough and I longed for so much more.Lawrence Thorn suddenly means the world to me. And that’s a problem. She’s my business partner’s sister. Forbidden fruit. Pursuing her can mean trouble for me at Lovibond Brewery. But I don’t care.I yearn for her skin against mine.I crave her smell on my body.I want to make her laugh and then hear her moan my name.And she does for a brief moment in time.But Lawrence wants more than I’m able to give. And it’s a damn shame because there’s no one on earth I want more than her.An epic love.A miserable ending.Unless it’s not.

    She’s un-touched and my assistant. I’m Dagger Braun though. I’m used to getting what I want. Even if it means risking it all to make her mine. Who would have thought an ex-SEAL like me would open a yoga studio? Before I can offer classes, I need a talented instructor who can follow my lead. No attachments. Just someone who is professional. That was until Whitney walked into my studio... She was smart, funny and gorgeous – a combination that will tempt any man. The throbbing in my pants proves I'm no exception to that temptation. Those innocent eyes and plump lips could be my undoing. Each time I see her, all I want is for her to submit to me…mind, body, and soul. You know what, maybe she's the one? The one I don't want to share and ever let go of. But a dangerous, unsettled score from my past could ruin our only chance at real love. Despite all odds, I am determined to make her mine! ***Body Talk is a full length, stand-alone romance with a guaranteed HEA. No cheating and no cliffhangers.***

    She has epitomized beauty, innocence.Everything about her captivated him. As they matured and their love grew, he worshipped her body and soul.And then, without reason, Maliah Porter left Ephraim Levine, and shattered their unbreakable love. He was suddenly held captive by her memory.His obsession with her ruined him... But it also shaped the attractive, brilliant Ephraim into a calculating man.One who would stop at nothing to take what he wanted. Maliah.He will set the perfect scene-- build the perfect cage to entrap the Queen.And finally free himself of the restless need to dominate the one who stole his heart.Ephraim's Hurt Room includes a devilishly, depraved, hot alpha, who has grown tired of waiting for his HEA! Expect the pages to burn with tension, passion, and a lot of steam in this sexy, brand new romance!WARNING: This book includes scenes that may be disturbing to some readers.

    "Kash the boy who has no middle name Emerson, you are my world. Through the ups and downs, I’ll be here. We are it for each other through the bullshit, the banter and even though I could do more push-ups than you.” She made me laugh with her's because she never could do a push-up...but now the laughter was gone. These vows stood for five years strong, so then why was everything crumbling down? What were we supposed to do? Do we love each other or do we walk away? She was it for me. Our vows said for better or for worse, through sickness and in health even if that sickness wasn't physical...right?

    evil, horrid, ghastly, incredible, alarming. The latest label was the usage of the word, ‘Devil.’ However, Shahzad is none of those things – he is a Jinn. But not just any Jinn...Shahzad is a slick urban genie who runs an empire. His company creates magic and grants wishes under the illusion of being merely for entertainment. However, for the right price, he can make true dreams and even ungodly nightmares come true. Having little interest in human lives other than for financial gain and amusement, he is shocked when an incident occurs that challenges his lackadaisical attitude towards hominids...Vivian Carver believes her name is synonymous with bad luck. She’s a bartender living smack dab in the middle of NYC and has had it up to here with entitled tourists, an annoying roommate and just barely surviving. She’s forced to move into a cheaper apartment, and with it comes a seedy landlord, drippy faucets and a peculiar stranger in apartment 13.Shahzad has pulled all the stops to get to know Ms. Vivian Carver, someone who in no shape, form or fashion understands her full potential... She is one of the most beautiful humans he’s ever seen, and he is determined to make her his mate for life. Shahzad however, doesn’t offer just three wishes --- he is determined to give her so much more...Can a black hearted jinn with the world in his palm truly fall in love?Can a woman with the world on her shoulders see the beauty in a being that teeters the line of good and evil?