Both books have been combined into one in order to simplify the Made Men series. Please don't die. Please don't die. Please don't die. Leo heard the frantic whisper over and over in his head. She begged him to stay alive, and he couldn't very well disappoint her by dying.Leonardo CostaSomeone tried to kill Leo, heir to the Costa family. Call it luck, call it a miracle, or simply say it wasn't his time, but Leo survived thanks to Freya. Those who tried to kill him were dealt with, swiftly and painfully, but there was someone else controlling the rats, someone close to the family. Leo had an enemy to eliminate, but when fate throws Freya back in his path, he knew he wasn't letting go. She saved his life, and it was his duty to protect her. Freya SantosHer only alibi was Leo. She couldn't remember what happened, but she knew there was no way she would have anything to do with the missing man. Right? She had no choice but to depend on Leo and play the role of a happy fiancé, even if it’s temporary-very temporary. But when bullets start flying, Freya knew there was more to Leo and his family than meets the eye. Contains strong language, violence, and sexual content. Reader’s discretion is advised.

    Now an International Bestseller. He's cocky, flirty, and sexy as hell. He's also her boss and a mistake she can't repeat. So why is she succumbing to his charm and accepting a ride home? She's gorgeous, smart, and beyond tempting. She's also entirely off limits according to company policy. But rules are meant to be broken. Especially when lust is involved. Battling their attraction has always been torture. But now he's sick of fighting. It's time to claim what's his. Author note: This is a re-release of Concealed Desire, previously published by Etopia Press in 2014.

    Literally.First she stole my breath, then my heart. But she wants nothing to do with me.Even my killer smile, panty-melting grin, and cut abs aren't reeling her in.She ran.Twice.I have six weeks to find my mystery girl, get my reputation back, and prove to her I’m not a dirty player: I’m her prince. The football field is the domain I where I rule, but her heart is the next thing I’m going to capture.Something tells me Catching Callie is going to be the biggest win of all.GAME ON.This is a standalone new adult romance. No cliffhanger, No cheating, HEA.

    I knew you’d open this email faster if I tempted you with a glimpse of JT's “PP”. Well, put your pants back on and grab some bubbly because I have much better news to share.I GOT A JOB!As of tomorrow, I’ll be the new executive assistant at Lorena Lefray Designs. I am SO excited, but there’s one itty bitty problem: I won’t be Lorena’s assistant. I’ll be working for her older brother, Julian.I know what you're thinking- "But Jo, what’s the problem?"Google him. Now. He’s the man in the fitted navy suit whose face reminds you that there’s hope yet for this cruel, ugly world. Keep scrolling…Do you see those dimples? Yup. That’s the Julian Lefray I will be reporting to tomorrow morning.Lord, help us all...XO,Jo

    Three margaritas, two shots, and one beer—because it was free.I think it’s important to be open and honest with your co-workers, don’t you?So here I am, being honest. Drunk but honest. Or just drunk with lust? You decide.I like you so much it’s clouding my judgment and making me do things I never would sober. Like write this letter.I have a hopeless, foolish, schoolgirl crush on you when you are the last person on earth I should be falling for. Did you know people around the office call you a sadist? An egomaniac. An insensitive, arrogant prick. Your bark is worse then your bite, and you don’t scare me. The fact is, I’d love that bite of yours to nip at my bare skin while we’re both wearing nothing but sheets.For once I want you to look at me as more than one of your employees. And as long as we're being honest, that navy blue suit you wear? With the crisp white shirt? It really makes me want to loosen your tie and show you who’s boss. Love,Sincerely,Yours.

    And that means, I need to work very closely with her! (Did I mention that I’m captivated by her innocence, by that raw talent, by the way she wins over potential investors? And she doesn’t give a f*ck to my money.)2.There’s media all around – looking for news about my next scandal. (Given my playboy reputation, this trip could be nothing but scandal. I am done the moment I see those plump lips wrap themselves around that cocktail straw. I bet that sweet throat of hers could pull a gallon of c*m from my balls.)3.She works in my company. And that makes her completely off limits. (But why am I lusting after that voluptuous body she is hiding underneath those crisp business suits? Those legs that can go on forever, those plump lips calling my name, and those curves molding to my throbbing muscles.)F*ck the no fraternizing policy.I want to own her, mark those t*ts as mine, claim her – forever.And I want her to have my baby!Guess some lines are to be crossed, right?No Limits is a full-length novel with a happily ever after, no cliffhanger, no cheating, and plenty of steam. Exclusive bonus content included.

    Oops. Not my finest moment — but I have nothing to be ashamed of.She thought I was no better, and I quote, than the knuckle-dragging douche-bags she was never dating again.It was a stupid dare from a girl I’d met online, but since she’d given me a fake number, I didn’t feel bad that my interests were suddenly focused elsewhere — on the fiery and sharp-tongued, Peyton that I found myself sparring with over text for the rest of the evening.The following day, my case of mistaken identity came back to bite me in the banana.When I strolled into the office, I was introduced to Peyton as the new client I needed to win over. The Peyton, in case you're not tracking.And let’s just say she had my full attention.Brains? Check. Beauty? Oh yeah. And the best part? She hated me on sight. Dear God, do I love a challenge. Let the games begin.

    Shen, comes a new standalone, enemies-to-lovers romance.Célian Laurent.Manhattan royalty.Notorious playboy.Heir to a media empire....And my new boss.I could have impressed him, if not for last month's unforgettable one-night stand.I left it with more than orgasms and a pleasant memory--namely, his wallet.Now he's staring me down like I'm the dirt under his Italian loafers, and I'm supposed to take it.But the thing about being Judith "Jude" Humphry is I have nothing to lose.Brooklyn girl.Infamously quirky.Heir to a stack of medical bills and a tattered couch.When he looks at me from across the room, I see the glint in his eyes, and that makes us rivals.He knows it.So do I. Every day in the newsroom is a battle.Every night in his bed, war.But it's my heart at stake, and I fear I'll be raising the white flag.

    Instead, I’m trapped in personal assistant hell. His hobbies include barking orders, torpedoing my advertising campaigns, and reducing the office staff to tears.On a good day, he acts like I’m invisible. On a bad day, I remind myself arsenic is not an acceptable sweetener for coffee. And prison orange would be murder on my complexion.Imagine my surprise when Chase follows me home to Bitter End, North Carolina, where I’m about to endure my ex-fiancé’s wedding.The moment he chases off my date and offers to pose as my boyfriend, I know he's got a hidden agenda—especially when he plays the part a little too convincingly. Unfortunately, I have to play along to find out what he’s really up to.To satisfy the town gossip squad, I’ll have to let him kiss me. Who knew Satan’s lips were so soft and inviting? And if we’re really playing the part, we’ll have to go to Lover’s Lane – testing my willpower beyond its limits.The more time we spend together outside the office, though, the more I see a different side of him. He’s still bossy and demanding, but is it wrong that I find it kind of, well … hot?This wedding is bound to be hell, so I might as well spend it in the arms of a sexy devil.

    Or so Maya thought. What she doesn’t realise is that Luke is lusting after more than just her friendship and, with alcohol involved, sparks soon fly.Past encounters, devastating secrets and the unbearable need to hide her true feelings puts Maya in quite the predicament.Will she overcome her doubts and offer Luke the chance he's been waiting for almost half his life?

    Not a lick. Not at all. Nuh-uh-freakin’-uh.I do care that he’s doing it six feet away from me behind a gaudy velvet curtain—making him my competition in this year’s kissing contest.Why do I care, you ask? Because I’ve had an unfortunate crush on the insufferable idiot since I was sixteen years old, but I also know it’s never going to happen.He’s the Creek Falls bachelor to die for, and I’m the Creek Falls racoon lady who puts peanut butter sandwiches out for them every night.I’m not going to let him break my four-year-long reign—no matter how many times he breaks the rules and slides the curtain across to do the one thing he’s not allowed to:Kiss me.

    Ask me what’s on my mind. It’s cash. Specifically, the Cash family business. I’m in charge of our entire real estate empire, and I’ve worked harder than anyone to stay on top. So it’s no wonder that every woman I meet wants a piece of me. Too bad—I’m wedded to the job. I’ll say it right now: Josephine Paxton doesn’t have a chance. I hated her in school. Now she’s all grown up and tormenting me on the one vacation I’ve taken…ever. I’m not here to make friends. I’m definitely not here to fall for her. But damn it, I can’t resist her luscious body. She’s the kind of hot that money can’t buy. Enemies with benefits? Sure. And that’s all. When we leave this island, it’s over. I swear… Hard Cash is a steamy full-length billionaire novel with adult language and an HEA that will have your heart beating…hard.

    Of course, he caught me on more than one occasion, and winked.When the gorgeous stranger and his equally hot date suddenly appeared at our table, I thought he was going to rat me out.But instead, he pretended we knew each other and joined us—telling elaborate, embarrassing stories about our fake childhood.My date suddenly went from boring to bizarrely exciting.When it was over and we parted ways, I thought about him more than I would ever admit, even though I knew I’d never see him again.I mean, what were the chances I’d run into him again in a city with eight million people?Then again…What were the chances a month later he’d wind up being my new sexy boss?

    until the temptation gets way too real. Corbin: I loved my grandma, but I don’t need her money. All I care about is keeping the house — the only place that’s ever felt like home. That, and screwing over my dad, who wants to turn the property into a mall. There’s only one catch: To receive my inheritance, I have to get married within six months. Me, the guy who’s never dated a girl for more than six minutes. Now I need to find a woman I can trust. So when I’m rear-ended by a Prius, I figure it’s a sign that I’m supposed to meet gorgeous, down-to-earth Teagan Monroe. Teagan: First I lose my job. Then I come home and find out — in the most graphic way possible... yeah, that way — that my boyfriend is a cheating jerk. And then I speed off and nearly kill Portland’s sexiest bachelor. Corbin Lane should be pissed. Instead, he offers me more money than I’ve ever seen in my life to marry him and live together in a mansion for two years. No sex. No feelings. Just cash — enough to make all my dreams come true. Then we go and break all our rules... and I realize I’m falling in love with my fake fiancé.

    Thirty days ago, my boss—Mr. Wolf of Wall Street, came to me with an offer I couldn’t refuse: Sign my name on the dotted line and pretend to be his fiancée for one month. If I agreed, he would let me out of my employment contract with a “very generous” severance package. The rules were pretty simple: No intimate kissing, no actual sex. Just pretend to love each other for the press, even though I’ve secretly wanted to knock that sexy smirk off his face since the first day we met. I definitely didn’t need to think twice about this. I signed my name and started counting down the seconds to when I would never have to deal with his special brand of ass-holery again. I only made it to one minute...We argued the entire four-hour flight to his hometown, failed to make a convincing impression with the welcoming press, and right when I was about to knock that arrogant look off his face in real life? He purposely dropped his bath towel in front of me, distracting me with his nine-inch cock to "show me who the bigger person was" in our relationship. Then he gave me his trademark smirk once again and asked if I wanted to consummate our marriage.Tragically, this is only day one. We still have 29 more days to go...