Popular. Rule #2: Do not talk to Mr. Popular. Rule #3: (Most importantly, and above all) Do not fall for Mr. Popular... Liam 'Mr. Popular' Carter will always be the closest thing to the "walking plague" in my eyes. His cockiness seeps through his every move, and no matter how many state championships he wins with the basketball team, he will forever be a "loss" to me. Because he's my older brother's best friend, I'm forced to tolerate him, and he's forced to tolerate me. In fact, unless my brother is around, we happily ignore each other every chance we get. It wasn't always this way, though...Several summers ago, we both attended the same summer camp. A place we returned to year after year. We became friends--close friends, but right when I thought he could possibly turn into my everything, he made it clear that what we had was nothing. Now that's he's a senior, and I only have to deal with him for one more year, I've vowed to keep repeating the same set of rules to myself. Especially since he seems so hell-bent on wanting to talk to me for some reason, and especially since he seems to be staring at me every time we're in the same room together... Rule #4: Always follow rules #1-3...Rule #5: (OMG what the hell are you doing?) Do not KISS Mr. Popular...

    But I say f*ck the rules. Wes Blakefield has it all. A winning record. A killer arm. And a smile that will get any woman in his bed. But everything changes when an injury leaves the Wranglers’ quarterback sidelined. Lennon Ashworth is trying to rebuild her life in San Antonio. Focused on her career in medicine she has no idea what the fuss is about when a hot green-eyed athlete ends up in her operating room. Wes is used to getting what he wants and when he meets the woman who repaired his hand, he decides he’s not letting her get away. The only problem is Lennon fights her attraction for the country’s hottest playboy. Tension grows. The fire heats up. And lines are crossed when Wes is determined Lennon is his ultimate score. Dirty Play is a FULL LENGTH, Standalone sports romance with a dirty talking football star and explicit sex scenes. When you're done reading, hitting the showers will have a whole new meaning.

    I’m certainly not the type of woman to get drunk, meet a guy, and go to friggin Reno later that night to get married.But Dr. Hottie himself, AKA Jack Stratton, changed all that. Even if it was all a lie.Okay, so our relationship is as fake as a bad spray tan. It’s all to show up our mutual exes, make them realize how much they miss us. Can I help it if he’s so ridiculously handsome that simply being near him makes me blush? And when he smiles at me…Maybe I should’ve nicknamed him Dr. Panty Dropper.And I admit, part of me is head-over-heels in love with him. How can I not be when he keeps telling me we have to spend time together? We have to keep up the charade. We have to kiss in private so it looks good when we do it for show.When my ex finally gets the message a month after our “wedding”, I’m left with two options. Go back to the man who the whole town says is right for me… or gather all my courage and strike off in a new direction. A direction that includes a new future that Jack and I make, together.

    Blaire, an underachieving college student with zero prospects and a ton of issues (hey, being the less-successful twin of a gorgeous supermodel would totally do that to you) needs something from Ty. Mixed Martial artist Ty, a soon-to-be Welterweight champion of the Xtreme Warrior League and the hottest guy in the Bay Area, wants something from Blaire. But Ty has a secret. And Blaire can barely even handle his truths. Life is about to throw a few knockout punches at both of them. Can they handle the pain?

    A dark secret. And one rule: Don't fall in love. The Deal. We made it to keep us safe. We agreed never to marry, never to let a woman close enough to find out what we did. But men get urges. We need the touch of a woman. The smell. The taste. So we found a solution. We decided to share. We picked three women, to spend a year with each of us in turn. And then live the rest of their lives in luxury. It worked for years. It protected us. Until Stella. There’s something intoxicating about her. Her curves. The way she arches beneath me. I'm addicted. I don’t want to share. Not this time. Not her. So I won’t. But Stella has a secret, too. One that wasn't part of the deal. Now my former partners are coming to seek revenge. But I'll risk everything to save our family. I lived my life by one rule. It's time to break it. Holly Hart hates cheating, and she absolutely loves Happily Ever Afters. This novel contains a couple of amazing bonus novels, as an extra gift!

    It was not supposed to turn into a f*cking trap, imprisoning in the middle of nowhere during a blizzard. Matters shift from bad to worse when I find myself stranded and dependent on her. Lena, the beautiful but impertinent small town girl who offers me shelter. We didn’t get off to a good start, but now we’re forced to ride out this damn blizzard together, trapped in her strange house, snapping at each other and bantering back and forth like an old couple, even though we just met.It may be the alluring depth of sadness in her ocean blue eyes, her flawless porcelain skin, or the sweet and tantalizing lure of the mulled wine she’s making – but something tells me, she’s ready to take what I have to offer. She’s not sassy by default, but she’s awaking the monster in me.And there’s nowhere for either of us to run.

    He demands my submission. Claims every inch of me. We part ways . . . then I find out I’m pregnant. I don’t think I’ll ever see him again, and that’s not even my biggest problem. He’s hot, powerful, and arrogant. The kind of guy who always gets what he wants. To my surprise, he wants me. His voice hypnotizes me. His touch scorches my skin. For a few moments, he makes me forget about my name, my father’s rules, and my duty to my family. Then, I find out I’m pregnant. To keep myself and my baby safe, I have to leave the only life I’ve ever known. I shed my identity like old clothes. Four years later, my mysterious stranger finds me. He says he’ll protect me. It sounds perfect . . . until he tells me who he really is. He’s one of them, which means I can’t trust him. He’s not just a cocky bad boy; he’s a dangerous man with dark secrets. But when I see him holding our son in his arms, it feels right. Maybe this is crazy talk, but he makes me want to throw all my objections out the window. Claiming His Baby is a standalone, full-length novel of approximately 54,000 words. No cheating, no cliffhanger, and a guaranteed happily ever after. Includes bonus content!

    A one-night stand with an arrogant stranger was just what I needed. I didn’t know that he was a famous snowboarder, or that he’d give me the best sex of my life.I wasn’t ever supposed to see him again.Fate had other plans. Cam I was young and rich with the whole world at my fingertips.I was in my prime.A one-night stand with a hot little tourist on the rebound was the perfect way to spend my weekend.I didn’t know she’d leave in the middle of the night, or that I’d wake up wanting more. I never thought I’d see her again. Now she’s back.She’s been keeping a secret.One that will change everything.*Yard Sale is a quick, fun, dirty novella previously released in the Team Player anthology, now containing new content and a sneak peek into Rewrite the Stars, coming this fall.

    He was my strength. Until I destroyed him.I was infatuated with Shane Wilder since the first time I saw him surfing. But we couldn’t be together. Not yet, anyway. I was too young and screwed up. He was too focused on chasing his dream.So we became friends. We met on the rooftop for late-night confessions under the stars. Cruised along the Pacific Coast Highway with the wind in our hair and the sun on our faces.I took photos of all the beautiful and ugly and interesting things, while he traveled the world in search of the perfect waves.I told him I would wait for him. I never meant to lie.I never meant to ruin his life.I. Destroyed. Him. As his star faded, mine burned bright. But as everyone knows, all that glitters is not gold. Now I’m back after seven long years, hoping for a chance to right my wrongs and fix what I’ve broken. This time I can only hope that loving Shane Wilder will be enough to save him.

    Right?My billionaire boss needs a fake fiancée--NOW--or his company goes up in flames.I need money to pay for my dad's medical treatment, or I'll lose him forever.It doesn't matter that Luke Steele melts the panties right off my body, or that his kisses leave me destroyed every time.Business is business, and I'm smart enough not to catch feelings for a player. This is all fake, no matter how real it feels.The problem is, I've got a secret that could ruin everything.Luke thinks I'm some pretty little doll to use as he pleases, his forbidden prize.The truth is, I've never even seen a guy naked before. I'm a virgin.And he's about to find out....So...... What happens next? His Virgin Bride is a short and smutty 35,000 word standalone novella with an HEA and no cheating. Prepare to fall in instalove!

    The first thing she did when she got there, however, was run headlong into her happily ever after. Unfortunately for her, the guy was way out of her league.Collin Blake, along with the rest of his college swim team, was just visiting Los Angeles for a few days. It was something the U Cal swimmers did every year. Falling in love definitely wasn't on his list things to do while he was there.Is love at first sight even possible?Collin and Rachel thought so. They had an instant connection... right up to the point when Rachel disappeared.Can they pick up where they left off even though it’s... Three Years Later

    Perfect-Has-Everyone-Fooled Carrington.He’s the star quarterback, university scholar, and happens to be the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. He shines at any angle, and especially under the Saturday night stadium lights where I watch him from the sidelines. But I know the real him, the one who broke my heart and pretended I didn’t exist for the past two years.I’m the third-string kicker, the only woman on the team and nothing better than a mascot. Until I’m not. Until I get my chance to earn a full scholarship and join the team as first-string. The only way I'll make the cut is to accept help from the one man I swore never to trust again. The problem is, with each stolen glance and lingering touch, I begin to realize that trusting Trent isn’t the problem. It’s that I can’t trust myself when I’m around him. This is a full-length, sweet, hot, safe, standalone American football romance novel.

    After all, life is just one big game, right? Wrong. When what was supposed to be an innocent bet goes horribly wrong, he’s left to deal with the aftermath—and the guilt. In an effort to make things right the best way he can, he ends up falling for the one person on the planet he never should have. The old saying goes that two wrongs don’t make a right . . . or do they?

    Brilliant. Pure perfection. Girl like that should be on my arm. Only problem?We hate each other's guts.Two CEO's with a decade of animosity.But now we've gone too far. Tit for tat is what it started with.A PR disaster is what we ended with.Now both our boards are ready to toss us into the gutter.The only solution?A completely fake engagement.Build back our reputations.Become darlings of the fashion world once more. Smile for the camera. As we whisper how much we hate each other.But when you stand a little too close, things start to change.Hell, maybe I'll have some fun with this. Mix some of this work with just a little pleasure. It's a fine line. Filled with risks.Because when it comes to business, it's always a game I play to win. And if I lose this one, I may just lose my heart. *** Boardroom Bride is a 70,000+ word full-length standalone novel with no cheating or cliff-hangers. Happily Ever After? You know it, babe. Also, for a limited time includes exclusive bonus content for your continued reading enjoyment!***

    Something about my chronic case of resting prick face and that thing with the captain when the season started. My fist, his jaw. Yeah, we go back and not in a good way. Coach says no more “confrontational BS” or I don’t play at all. And that’s a hit my career in the NHL can’t take. So the plan is simple. Keep my head down and finish out my contract with my fists checked. There’s just one problem. Allie. The girl from Vancouver eight months ago. The one with the sexy, shy, and sinfully bold smile and the sweetest, wettest mouth I ever tasted. The girl who blew my mind and then blew out of my life without giving me her number. Turns out she’s the captain’s little sister. And even though my career depends on it... I can’t stay away from her.