The blue-eyed man sitting next to me, even better. He was suave and intelligent. We talked and laughed, and something clicked. Fate took over and the plane was grounded, and we had an unexpected stopover for the night.With no plans, we made our own. We danced and laughed our way around Boston and had a night of crazy passion that no woman would ever forget. That was twelve months ago, and I haven’t heard from him—until today. I started a new job and met the CEO. You can imagine my surprise to see those naughty blue eyes dance with delight when he saw me across the mahogany desk. But I’m not that carefree girl anymore. My life has changed, I have responsibilities. I just got an email. He wants to see me in his office for a private meeting at 8:00 a.m. Naughty blue eyes have no place in the workplace. What kind of private meeting does he have in mind?

    Unless you count his basset hound, Waylon. Knox doesn’t tolerate drama, even when it comes in the form of a stranded runaway bride.Naomi wasn’t just running away from her wedding. She was riding to the rescue of her estranged twin to Knockemout, Virginia, a rough-around-the-edges town where disputes are settled the old-fashioned way…with fists and beer. Usually in that order.Too bad for Naomi her evil twin hasn’t changed at all. After helping herself to Naomi’s car and cash, Tina leaves her with something unexpected. The niece Naomi didn’t know she had. Now she’s stuck in town with no car, no job, no plan, and no home with an 11-year-old going on thirty to take care of.There’s a reason Knox doesn’t do complications or high-maintenance women, especially not the romantic ones. But since Naomi’s life imploded right in front of him, the least he can do is help her out of her jam. And just as soon as she stops getting into new trouble he can leave her alone and get back to his peaceful, solitary life.At least, that’s the plan until the trouble turns to real danger.

    I’ve been turning him down for two years straight.Every shut-down makes me work harder.I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl.She doesn’t realize I won’t settle for only one night.He’s a distraction I don’t need. She’ll say yes eventually because I’m not giving up.

    The one I’ve both loved and lusted after from the sidelines.For years, I’ve kept myself distracted with work, turning my family’s company into an empire. And, more importantly, I’ve kept my distance. It’s best for everyone.But when she walks into my club and tries to cheat me out of money, all bets are off.One way or another, she’s going to pay back what she’s stolen.Although, it won’t be in the form of cash.BreannaI love winning, even if I have to cheat to get to the finish line. I knew better than to come to this club to play.I knew he’d more than likely find out I was here.What I didn’t expect was to see him up-close. I’ve hardly seen him over the last few years.I wanted him to notice me. To see that I wasn’t a little girl anymore.And that was my mistake, because he did more than notice.There is no going back now.That flame we’ve both been dousing in denial has just been ignited.Can I really play with fire without getting burned? Or will everything around me turn to ash?

    Not that I'm interested in him in that way. Attorneys can't go around sleeping with their clients. Not even if he is the most beautiful man I've ever met and so ridiculously smart he makes my nerdy-girl heart sigh.Besides, he has too much on the line to risk taking a chance on the insane chemistry building between us. We both do.I've always followed the rules. Too bad he makes me want to break each and every one of them.All About the D is a romantic comedy and a full-length standalone. Due to adult situations and sexual content, it's recommended for readers over the age of 18.

    Especially in the South. College football. Rivalries. Tailgating. Halftime shows. Some things just don’t change. Until Reese Holland shows up with her long legs and no-bullsh*t attitude to audition for the prestigious all-male Rodner University snare line. It doesn’t matter how much hazing she has to endure from Laird Bronson, with his narrowed green eyes and arrogant smirk. She wants that damn spot, and she’s more than good enough to earn it. She expects there to be tension. Even friction. But not sparks hot enough to burn the entire campus down. ***Drumline is a standalone college romance.

    Introducing Grant Donovan. Brash. Bulging muscles. Chiseled abs. Millions in the bank. I get to have this hottie as my protector and roommate? Well then, welcome to Chez Donovan’s to me… “You’re my responsibility,” he told me. Witnessing a murder that involved your shady boss is never a smart career move. Now here I am in a mansion with this cocky stud who is giving me the dirtiest thoughts. How did things get so crazy? The police want to arrest me for a murder I didn’t commit. My boss—well, ex-boss—wants me dead. Grant’s got a secret past he’s not telling me about. And, I need help in finding a way to clear my name ASAP. Wrong place. Wrong time. Right guy?

    Don’t get me wrong, I have a good home, a decent job, and great children. I had a loving marriage for twenty years where we had our ups and downs. It wasn’t perfect; but it wasn’t awful. Then he died. After the grief took its course, and the reality of my life set in, I grew frustrated. It wasn’t the bills or the struggle to keep my interest in my work. It was life without a man – the only man I’d been with for twenty years. And before you go all feminist on me, it isn’t that I can’t be an independent woman, but there are certain areas where a man is necessary. You need a f*ck buddy, my friend said. I didn’t even know what that meant. Is it friends with benefits?, I asked. Better, you don’t even have to be friends, she offered. Boy, did I need an education in the modern workings of dating, and sex. +++++++++++++++++ A coming-of-an-older age novel. Something new from L.B. Dunbar -- a stand alone story!

    Ever since his wife walked out on him and their young son, he’s only had room in his heart for two loves: the kid and cars.Roped into playing his best buddy’s gay boyfriend during a romance writers convention, the player meets the girl who’s gonna rock his world. Leelee Songchild. Shy, bashful, beautiful Leelee who blushes at the drop of a hat yet writes hardcore smut to rival Josh’s backlist of Penthouse Forum.The only problem is his hands are tied. Josh can’t stab his old friend/fake lover in the back even though all he wants to do is take luscious Leelee to bed, and maybe, love her. When the truth comes out, all hell breaks loose. Too bad romance is just for books.

    Rich, handsome, and more than intriguing, he thinks blackmail will bend me to his will.But he’s wrong.I may have done a few things that weren’t exactly legal, but I have my own reasons for that. The last thing I’m going to do is let some high-powered divorce attorney come into my life, have my body, and rule my heart. Not to mention ruin everything that I have carefully built in just a short amount of time.But as much as I try to resist him, and against my better judgment, there is something about him that has me agreeing to his proposal.I’m putting everything on the line for him. I just hope I won’t lose everything when this is all over.

    Byron Crowne is a gentleman on the outside, and a pure savage on the inside. I detest him. I can't resist him. He’s awakened desires I didn’t know I had. When he touches me, I need to fight him . . . and I need him to win. Our one night stand bruises my skin and leaves dents in the walls, but the sheets aren't the only thing we shred that night. And suddenly, the stakes are higher than ever. Olivia Monroe lights a fire in me that died a long time ago. I’m a different man when I’m with her. I need to own her, take her, mark her as mine. Everything changes when she might be pregnant and for the first time in my life…I’m powerless against this stubborn, untamable woman. She’s the one in control and I have an impossible job: Prove I’m worthy to be a father.

    Anything, including ask Ian Kerr for help. I don’t know much about him, except that he has more money than some small countries. And he’s willing to spend it on me. Just one catch: there’s a string attached, and not just the one I feel pulling me into his arms and his bed. There’s also the plan for revenge he wants my help with. Every time he says my name, it makes my body shiver and my heart stutter. I know he’s going to wreck me, know there won’t be anything left of me but lust and sensation by the time he’s done with me, but even though I can see the heartbreak coming towards me like a train, ready to crash into me, I can’t get out of the way. I want what he makes me feel. Want what he’s offering. <This may have started out as something to save my mother, but now…now it’s about what he makes me feel. I’m in danger of losing everything that’s important. Worse? Ian's whispered words and hot caresses are making me believe that's okay.

    Motorcycle. Being the owner of the nation’s largest custom motorcycle shop has earned him many things in life.Motorcycles, adoring gearhead fans, and fat stacks of money are all parts of Seven's life. Everyone knows him, and all the women want him.That is until Seven steps out of his biker world and crashes right into Blue Zappa.Blue is completely clueless of who Seven is, and frankly it means nothing to her.Blue lives her life paycheck to paycheck and hasn't ever stepped foot on a motorcycle before. Men like Seven are always orbiting around Blue's waitress life as she brings them expensive booze and waits on their every whim. They never pay her any attention, that is until Seven literally knocks her on her ass and sends her world out of orbit.Mr. Motorcycle has set his sights on Blue, and he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants.

    The exclusive VIP area hidden beneath his night club, Shot of Sin, is short staffed a bartender. The only available replacement is Shay—his temptation, his distraction—the sole woman he refuses to escort down the secret staircase. She has no clue about the private adult club that lies beneath her feet and he’d prefer to keep it that way. The Vault of Sin is the only place he can let his sexual proclivities run wild and he’s learned the hard way that Shay is too virtuous to be comfortable in the erotic environment.Shay Porter is curious as to why her boss, the king of mixed messages, seems almost desperate to keep her from discovering what’s on the other side of the guarded door at the back of the building. But she’s never backed down from a challenge before. Sliding into Leo’s arms and this new world of carnal exploration is addictive yet frightening. She could lose her job, her self-respect, and her heart.Exposing a vanilla woman to a sorbet lifestyle isn’t something Leo’s business partners approve of. Secrets are at stake. Friendships, too. And through it all, neither one of them can ignore the wicked taste of sin threatening to tear it all apart. Warning: This sex club does not carry the government’s stamp of approval. Contains devilish debauchery, delightful deviance, and dancing on the edge of the darkest of sexual desires. Please note: This book was previously released by Samhain Publishing. This new edition contains a few slight tweaks as well as a new setting for the series.

    She’s headstrong. She’s spoiled as hell.And, thanks to a weird chain of events, she’s my freaking roommate.A part of me wants to turn her world upside down in the cruelest way imaginable.The rest of me wants to worship the ground she walks on.This can go one of two ways.Either I’ll decide be the worst version of myself.Or I’ll surrender the past in order to build a family and a future.And maybe along the way I’ll prove something.That the guy everyone loves to hate might be redeemable yet...