He isn’t looking for love. After centuries, it’s not even a consideration…until he moves in next door to Lydia Barratt. It’s clear that the shy beauty wants nothing to do with him, but he’s drawn to her and determined to win her over. The last thing Lydia Barratt needs is a demanding Scottish man meddling in her private life. Just because he’s gorgeous and totally rocks a kilt doesn’t mean she’s going to fall for his seductive manner. But Erik won’t give up and just as Lydia lets her guard down, his sister decides to get involved. Her little love potion prank goes terribly wrong, making Lydia the target of his sudden embarrassingly obsessive behavior. They’ll have to find a way to pull Erik out of the spell fast when it becomes clear that Lydia has more than a lovesick warlock to worry about. Warning: Contains yummy, hot, mischievous MacGregors who may or may not be wielding love potion magick in an effort to prank their older brother, and who are almost certainly up to no good on their quest to find true love.

    When Kayla Martin tries to revolutionize the sex toy industry she calls on the one person she's grown to count on more than anyone else, her best friend and downstairs neighbor, Dylan Thompson. When Kayla approaches him about being a test subject for her newest invention, an anal toy, Dylan is intrigued and aroused. That is until he finds out that The Walnut Wand is an anal toy for men. Kayla's sure that a prostate stimulator will be a hit, all she needs is a willing participant. Far from willing, Dylan flat out refuses, but that's not enough to deter Kayla. After their monthly poker game, Dylan and Kayla decide to make a risky bet. Kayla wants a test subject and Dylan wants the one thing's he's being craving for years. They'll risk it all on one hand, but anything can happen when jokers are wild. This book has been previously published. Warning, this title contains the following: explicit language, use of sexual aids and graphic sex.

    Winner take all. My prize... Him. Being stranded at the airport was the last thing I wanted. Flights cancelled. Rooms booked. The only thing I had was a suitcase, the bar and the hot stranger sitting next to me. Dean Pearson was hot, confident with a side of cockiness and filthy rich. The perfect cocktail to forget my woes and also celebrate delaying a trip to see my family. A few drinks later and the stakes were higher than I could ever imagine. Would I be willing to bet it all at the chance for a prize of a lifetime at Christmas? The Christmas Gamble is hotter than a yule log and guaranteed to melt snow and bring a heat to your holiday like never before.