But when you're the best at what you do and have the hottest restaurant on the west coast, with enough Michelin stars to make Gordon Ramsay's head spin, you've earned the right to your confidence.When I give an instruction in the kitchen, it's not a suggestion--it's an order. So when a new chef thinks she can do things her way, and dares to say so to my face, even her sharp wit and gorgeous pouty lips don't make it okay. But I have to admit, she's got talent. She's creative in the kitchen and not even that double-breasted chef jacket can hide her perfect body. As I get to know her, I can't help wanting to know everything she thinks. I've never met a more talented chef. And I've never met a sassier and sexier woman in my life. There's only one way this push and pull can end.With her in my bed, begging for more.

    A suave job, a gigantic trust fund, and an accent that makes panties drop faster than the speed of light. His new life in New York City is fast-paced and furious, but it's nothing a little getaway can't cure.What says party and unwind like Las Vegas? Nothing. Plus, whatever happens there has to stay there.When his best friend bails, he finds himself sitting on the plane next to his best friend's sister. She’s off-limits—proverbial caution tape wrapped around her body. Of course, she’s also totally ball busting gorgeous.Lexi Quinn fell in love with Bradley at eight years old and then vowed to kill him at eight and a half. What was supposed to be a romantic week away is turning into a nightmare. Her ex is actually married, her luggage is lost, and her reservation is cancelled. And she's sitting next to the man she swore to hate foreverOne week. No strings attached. What is the worst that could happen?It's all fun and games till this British bad boy gives new meaning to BBC and becomes a little bit too cheeky.

    Honor. Obey. Words that meant forever to Katie when she married her first love. But those vows are broken when she buries her husband along with any hope of happily ever after. She fades in his absence, until a smooth-talking stranger asks her to dance, reminding her how it feels to be desired.Honor. It defines Logan’s life as a Navy SEAL. But fulfilling a man's dying wish is tougher than anything he has attempted in his life. With nowhere else to run, it’s time for Logan to man up and accept the future he never planned on, with the woman he’s always loved.

     When he left me, I didn't let him see me cry. But I still hate his guts. Eight years hasn't changed that. I hate his cocky smirk, with that deep dimple on his cheek he thinks is so charming. And I hate the way my body still melts at the thought of him. Now he's back in Reckless Falls. Flirting with me, charming me, driving me wild. I still hate him. I still want him. Nothing has changed... Has he? Author's Note: This is a quick, sweet and steamy novella set in Reckless Falls. No cliffhangers and a guaranteed HEA! Please Note: This story previously appeared in the Bad Boys Under the Mistletoe collection, where it was titled By The Fire. If you own that collection, you have already read most of this story, but I have rewritten it for re-release with a brand new prologue and epilogue.

    I know I have limited qualifications as an assistant but I am loyal and have been an assistant with this company for almost ten years.I apologize for the initial meeting where I was late picking you up from the airport, spilled coffee on your lap, and accidentally touched you there. I know I did not make a great first impression, but I need this raise - no one in their thirties should still be an assistant.I’m sorry for taking up so much of your valuable time.Thank you for your consideration,Olive PorterP.S. I’m sorry for kissing you on the lips. I really was trying to kiss you on the cheek. I was told that’s how the Europeans like you do it.

     When AJ Adams is coerced into tutoring Brock Larson, she can’t help but wonder what she’s done to deserve such an epic punishment. He’s the very definition of an All-American good boy—and a total kiss ass. He’s the perfect son, the perfect student, and according to rumor, by far the best golfer the university has ever seen. Puh-lease. If he’s so perfect, why does he need tutoring? With his British Literature grade circling the drain, Brock knows he needs help. But when he meets his tutor, he can’t believe his friggin’ luck. Abby Jane no longer resembles the childhood best friend he used to play hide and seek with. No, she’s all attitude and pink hair and tattoos. Oh, and she hates him, so that’s a plus. Brock and AJ couldn’t clash more and antagonizing one another is just too easy. But, as they spend more time together, the lines begin to blur, leading them to realize they have more in common than what meets the eye. Hate. Lust. Love. They all look the same when you’re in denial, and everyone knows you can’t control your rebel heart.

     Red Flags… Too loud. Too clingy. Too much make-up. I could go on and on. The other guys in the Single Dad’s Club would say I’m obsessed with finding them. But none of their kid’s mothers call a maximum-security prison home either, so their opinions mean shit. Caterina Santora has her own list of red flags… She’s too young. She’s my client’s daughter. She’s my five-year old’s camp counselor. Even after repeating this mantra to myself every morning on the way to Lily’s summer camp, guess what happens the moment I see Cat? Yeah, that mantra turns into ride me, doggie style and reverse cowgirl. Every. Damn. Time. The fact that she doesn’t remember me from six years before grates on me until I don’t have it in me to leave her alone any longer. I have to have her. But our lives are opposites in every way. In no way compatible. When we’re together all the complications fade away and I have to keep reminding myself, even if I can have her— I can’t keep her.

    One woman. One night. When her eyes lock with mine from across the bar, it’s game over. She knows it. I know it. Dark eyes, soft lips, and a banging body. One night stands are usually all I’m up for. But she’s different. I want to keep her. I want to own her. Forever. So when I find out she needs my money, I know exactly what the contract has to say. One night. Her and me. She’s bought and paid for. But will one night be enough? This is a super steamy billionaire romance where dreams really do come true and a woman finds the love of her life. There’s no cheating and a guaranteed happily ever after!

    No One's Angel's angel is a New Adult (NA) Contemporary Romance about a girl learning to fight back and a boy learning to let go. Tess used to spend more hours than she'd care to admit playing her favorite computer game, using the nickname Angel. She could pretend her life was different, and she could pretend Arion was just a friend. But a girl needs more to keep her warm at night than pixels, and she traded her virtual heaven for a real-life hell. Now she's on the run from a past she won't talk about, and the only place she has to go is the doorstep of the friend she's never actually met.When Angel disappeared from their nightly games, it nearly destroyed Arion. He threw himself into work and women, but he can't help knowing the one-night stands will never compare to the angel who haunts his dreams. At first, when she shows up soaking wet and scared-shitless on his doorstep, he thinks his prayers have been answered.But the more Arion tries to keep Angel close, the more her fear drives her away. If they are ever going to have a chance for a future, they'll first have to deal with the past that hasn't forgotten her any more than she's forgotten it--and Arion will have to learn how to let her go.

    Having a baby with his PR advisor wasn’t part of the plan! I’m an all-star. A football hero. A household name. But my reputation precedes me. After one too many drinks and one-night-stands. The public sees me as a bad boy. Reckless. And my sponsors don’t like it one bit. I’m one scandal away from being off the team. And now, the kicker. A sex tape that’s gone viral. I did what anyone would do and hired a PR pro; A hot, sassy spin doctor who’s amazing at what she does. How the hell could I resist her? Only now I’ve got a problem. She’s pregnant. And the kid is mine. This is a full-length romance, with steamy love scenes, a beautiful HEA and utterly no cliffhangers!

    But could meeting the right man at the wrong time cause them to break their vows to each other?Kinsley King loves her lavish lifestyle as one of Manhattan’s most in-demand real estate brokers. She’s worked hard to get to the top, and she’s not backing down now… But when her favorite aunt bequests her a wildlife sanctuary in the middle of nowhere, she has a tough decision to make: honor her aunt’s last wish or put the property on the market and maintain the life she adores.Dylan Reese, on the other hand, thinks life off the grid is just about perfect. That is, until the owner of the wildlife sanctuary he manages dies suddenly and leaves the place to her spoiled city-slicker niece. Now he, too, has a choice: leave it all behind or swallow his pride and take orders from a woman who wants no part of this particular commitment.Sparks fly in this opposites attract sweet romance as Kinsley finds herself falling for the swoon-worthy sanctuary manager, causing her to rethink the no marriage vow she made with her girlfriends, while Dylan wonders how he’s going to keep from losing his heart to the one woman who’s sure to break it.

    No man has hosed my hyacinth. Fondled my freesia. Diddled my daffodil.You get the point.My excuse?I was too busy running my family’s flower shop and winning floral design competitions.Suddenly that whole pesky virginity thing becomes a big deal when Jacob West walks back into my life. The boy I once loved. The same boy who humiliated me when he stood me up for prom.This Jacob is no boy, though: he’s all man now—confident, charming, and so sexy my metaphorical blossoms are getting scorched. I can almost forget I’m supposed to hate him forever. Almost.To make things worse, he’s my main competition now, since he took over his parents’ flower shop. If I give into this sizzling attraction between us, it could jeopardize everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve.But if I’m not careful, he might not just be the first man to pluck my petals—he might also be the only man to capture my heart.

    Sure, he's a gorgeous, perfect specimen of the human race, but I can't bring myself to hit on a total stranger. However, my best friend-slash-colleague Vince Carson thinks I should do more than talk to the guy. In fact, he's borderline obsessive about "getting me laid." (His words.) But the more time we spend together, the more it's clear: The one I'm falling for is Vince. Vince: Jackie Butler's got it bad for some pompous, over-pumped A-hole who struts his stuff past her window. That doesn't bother me. I know she deserves nice things. What does bother me is that she friend-zoned me big-time last year, so I can't ask her out myself. But what if I set her up with Mr. Steroids? Then, when he breaks her heart, I can swoop in and save her like the nice guy I am. Everything's going according to plan . . . until we share a ridiculously epic kiss. And suddenly anything is possible.

    His idea of fun involves jumping off of skyscrapers and parachuting between buildings.Until the day he crash lands through a car windshield and shatters both of his legs.When I come home from college that summer, I’m surprised by the grunts of my hot-as-hell stepbrother working up a sweat during Physical Therapy. All in front of the camera crew that’s filming a documentary about his recovery. Part of me wants to run, but I can’t stop staring at his tattoos and his ripped body. We have a history, but we can’t be together. We can’t even be near each other without a camera around. And yet I spend all day fantasizing about his slightly damp white T-shirt clinging to his muscular frame. His constant cocky teasing is driving me crazy.We may live the same house, but I’m afraid that if I let him get any closer then we’ll both drop right over the edge.Based contains mature content (explicit sexual situations and mature language), and is recommended for audiences 18+. Based is a standalone, full-length novel. No cliffhanger.

    (Yeah, she knows it’s stupid name, so don’t start.) But most importantly, Stevie’s lost herself. As she shuffles through her days in worn-out Hello Kitty PJs—eating ice cream, sipping wine, and contemplating her next move—a magazine article catches her attention. Blaring black letters read: "How to Get Your Sexy Back in Six Easy Steps."Stevie studies the article in the trashy magazine like the good student she is and immediately knows what she has to do. With the magazine article in hand, and a bottle of red in her bag, Stevie embarks on a journey to reclaim her life and win back her ex. Until she meets Gabe Shannon. Gorgeous, single, and on a quest of his own, Gabe introduces Stevie to a lifestyle that is sure to help get her sexy back and then some. If she doesn’t chicken out … (Oh, you know where this is going.)What follows is a story of self-discovery, romantic gestures, erotic encounters, and following one's heart--even if it leads in unexpected directions.Portions originally published online as The Club e-series, Dirty Little Lies now has 70% more content, chapters from Gabe's point of view, and a sizzling conclusion to this steamy tale.