He’s a big-time rockstar. Will they keep their childhood promise to each other, or will their differences keep them apart?SaylorI’ve never felt like I was anyone special.My only claim to fame is that Charlie Sky was my best friend once upon a time.Before he left to chase his dreams, he promised to come back home.But we haven’t seen each other in years.That is, until he rolls back into town a few days before New Years Eve.Charlie is charming, romantic, and knows how to tickle my ivories.Will I give him my heart even if it means letting him rock my world?CharlieEven when I was a kid, I knew I wanted more out of life.More music, more fame, more money...and more love.All my dreams have come true.Except for one.Which is why I end up back home for New Year’s Eve—to reconnect with Saylor Sharpe.She is as beautiful and independent as ever, and her curves hit all the right notes.I made her a promise all those years ago, and I intend to keep it.Her Midnight Promise is a short, sweet, and steamy romance story featuring a strong, curvy heroine and a sexy rock star. It is the 3rd book in the multi-author Hot for Curves series, but can be read as a standalone with no cliffhangers and a guaranteed HEA!

    She isn't an executive, she isn't sexy, or otherwise noticeable, but the girl is cute - in a helpless, unique sort of way.He can't pretend to say she ever crosses his mind, though... Until the day he finds the manuscript she worked on during her lunch hour.Shy girls write it better is an adult romance with explicit content. Standalone novella ending on a happily for now note.

     A secret so dark, so twisted, that he never even speaks of it. But it’s always there, simmering below his perfectly constructed façade, and it makes him want to do things to me. Punish me. Make me strip. Spank my bare flesh and tie me up. I know it’s the demons from his past that make him do these things, but I also know that I love the way it feels. Love the way he makes me feel when we’re together. I crave more of it, more of him. More of his lips on my skin, his hands on my hips, his body pressed against mine. I can’t help but think that beneath all his darkness, something deep and real is happening between us. I can’t help but wish that maybe he would open up, let me in, let me know what, exactly, is tormenting his soul. But I know it’s impossible. He’s a gorgeous, cold-hearted billionaire bastard, and that’s all he’ll ever be…