The intimidating, tattooed Russian operates one of the most elite mixed-martial arts training centers in the world but it’s his shadowy past and reputed connections with Houston’s underworld that interest her most.To find her sister, she’ll need the help of her big, scary Russian protector — but asking for help from a man like Ivan carries a steep price, one that might just include her heart.

    When I fall into his lap in Las Vegas, our connection is instant. Once I'm back in Manhattan we can't resist the attraction. The draw is too intense and the desire is addictive. I want him in ways I promised myself I wouldn't. He needs me in ways he didn't know existed. The pull is strong enough to erase the doubt and to drown out all the questions. Until the secrets we've buried in our pasts collide in a way no one could have predicted.

    James featuring Nick Murphy! *** Nick Murphy is a lone wolf. Personal tragedy taught him there are only two things he can count on — his family and their ability to exact vengeance when the law has failed. They’ve created a lucrative illegal empire with little more than strength, fury, and most of all, silence. Alexa Nash is no stranger to tragedy. As the victim of a a hit and run accident when she was in college, Alexa has spent years hiding her scars, both figurative and literal. Putting herself through law school was a way to help improve the justice system that failed her, a way to expose the system’s failings, make it better. Then she’s assigned to a new case — an investigation involving the Murphy brothers, a group of vigilantes hiding behind what only appears to be a legitimate enterprise. The only problem: Nick Murphy is dangerously intriguing, not to mention utterly and ridiculously hot. The feeling is mutual, but can a criminal and a prosecutor find happily ever after when they’re on opposite sides of the same battle — or is their love doomed to become a casualty of war?

    I'm a black suit of spades:Determined to bury both her and my demons.I never asked to see the shape of her heart.I never asked for her to fill the blank spaces of mine. But the mafia wants her secrets.I'm not the first she betrayed.And Issa? Sweet, not-so-innocent Issa?She's now a debt no sinner can pay. Black Skies Riviera is a heart-stopping, enemies to lovers romance with NO cliff-hanger and a guaranteed HEA. For mature readers only.

    It’s in his blood.  His violent past with the Sins of Wrath motorcycle club is always threatening to consume him, no matter how hard he tries to leave it behind.Then she walks into his life.Beautiful, Innocent. Uncorrupted. Now all he can think about is possessing her.  Taking her for his own.Corrupting her body and soul. For her…he will let the violence consume him because no one…no one…is going to come between him and the woman he wants.

    My obsession. My brother’s girlfriend.I’m powerless under her spell.She brings color back into my life.I know we were meant for each other.She is mine and I’ll move heaven and hell to bond her to me forever.Excerpt:“My brother is just a boy. You need a man! You need me and you know how much I need you cuore mio, mia Bella.” (My love, my beauty.)Warning: This insta-love story is a suspenseful romance with a HEA. Some of the dark themes in the story include drug use, abuse, graphic violence and descriptive sexual scenarios that may be triggering. Please read with caution and discretion.

    I'm the whole package.I'm not conceited; I'm convinced, and Emmalyn Mikaelson doesn't have a clue what she's gotten herself into by jumping on the back of my bike. Special Forces.

    She was disgruntled, not because she didn’t love her job, but because she was fed up with the slippery politics associated with the department. Yet, she donned her uniform every day, wearing it with pride, and patrolling the dangerous streets of The Windy City. Her life was fairly simple until she encounters Victor Creed, the sexy, stop your heart, drop-dead gorgeous Governor of Illinois. The moment they laid eyes on one another, there was a fiery attraction that they were unable to suppress. Victor and Taylor contemplated the possibility of pursuing a relationship. Unfortunately for the couple, there was no shortage of enemies. Due to the unforeseen and unconstitutional shooting of an unarmed man, Taylor must make the choice between telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, at the risk of being ostracized by the very people that she depended on for backup, or go along with the program and lie. Will the governor run in order to protect his political career? Or will he stand with Taylor as she battles the department, the media, and other unknown enemies?

    I am strong, but I have scars. I am an angel, but the devil. I met her when I was sixteen and she was a breath of fresh air. She swooped in, making me smile. But then she left, taking my next breath with her. Her smile could light up a room, making my black heart pitter patter. I found her again ten years later, with a syringe in her arm. Blood coming from between her legs. She was broken and I was glad she was broken. She wouldn't think less of me and my damaged ways.

    You'd do best to remember that." Once upon a time, I was an eighteen year old psychology student.Now, I’m a man’s property.Stolen and sold, I’ve been decorated in bruises since the day my world changed two years ago.I suffer in silence, I crave freedom, but I never break.I can’t.Until he arrives.Elder Prest, the only man to look at me and see me. The only man more ruthless than my owner.He wants me for reasons I don’t understand.He claims me for one night then leaves and never looks back.Until he returns.And life becomes much more complicated.

    A gentleman above all. Private matters stay private. Secrets whispered are never revealed. Enemies and friends are of the same coin. And power is king.My so-called brothers killed my friend. I intend to make them pay.  And before it's over, I'll bend all the rules of morality, decency and legality. I will borrow and steal to set the scales right. But begging--begging, you can forget about.My name is Ben Covington and I know my sins.

     The words are tattooed on my skin, just as they’re branded on my heart. But I never planned for Sergeant Lincoln Asher, a man as deceptive as he is cold. His dominance sets my teeth on edge . . . and my body on fire. He won’t stop until I’m his, but I’m not his to take. My secrets bind me—and blind me. I live in the shadows of New Orleans. Hidden and protected in the underworld I call home. I know who I am. I vow never to kneel before a man... Save one. And he will be my downfall.

    But this is a steamy alpha billionaire romance, so skip it if you dislike sensual romance and explicit language. Trace and Eva's story: My name is Eva Morales, and I was one step away from being homeless when Trace Walker came into my life. I want to hate him because of my past, but I end up making what I consider a "devil's bargain" with the arrogant young billionaire instead. Really, I have no choice. It's either take the work he's offering or starve, and I've been hungry long enough. I didn't think being his fake fiancee for the holidays would be a difficult job, but it ends up more complicated than I ever imagined, and I see a whole new side of Trace once he lets his guard down. He's haunted by his past--just like me, But there are things I can never tell him, secrets I don't dare reveal. Eventually, I find myself in a difficult situation because our volatile attraction to each other won't be denied. Should I tell him the truth, or do I finish the job he's paying me for and walk away with my secrets still hidden, my pride still intact? He's paying me enough for this job to take care of myself once it's over. I've always been alone, and I always thought I preferred it...until I met Trace. I'd have to put everything on the line to be honest with him, but he very well might be the first man who is worth the risk. Honestly, I'd be endangering more than just my pride. I could handle feeling like a loser, because I've pretty much felt that way my entire life. What really terrifies me is being vulnerable and the possibility of ending up with a shattered heart....

     A big one. The payment can't be settled with money or favors. He only wants one thing. Me. Every action gets a reward. A button. Once I fill his jar with three hundred and sixty-five buttons, he'll let me go. He'll let me walk away. But I have to earn every single one. By submitting to the darkest, cruelest, and most beautiful man I've ever known. ** TRIGGER WARNING ** There are some dark and disturbing scenes of abuse and punishment.

    Korah is not above using her feminine allure to her advantage. And Brick, an ultra-sexy cowboy, will stop at nothing to catapult his company to the forefront of the Texas construction scene. Sparks fly when the powerhouses collide vowing to take all or nothing in the boardroom as well as the bedroom. ●●●●● Excerpt ●●●●● “Anything you tell me to do, I’ll probably do the opposite,” Korah said as she watched him. “Well, in that case don’t go out with me again,” Brick said. “Don’t invite me into your home, and certainly don’t ever come to my home – or my ranch.” He offered his fork with a juicy bite of lobster speared. Rather than lean over the table and allow him to feed her, Korah took the fork from him and fed herself. She returned his utensil as she chewed the delicious morsel. “Is that really your ranch?” she asked, “on your website?” He nodded. “It’s been in the family for years. It’s all mine now.” “And I guess you have horses and cows and stuff?” “No cows,” he said, hypnotizing her with his intense gaze again. “But I do have horses. Would you like to go one day? You wanna ride my horse?” Korah did not miss the innuendo, nor did she back down. “Where is it located?” “Lewisville. I have a ranch hand who lives there full-time. He takes care of things while I’m away.” “What else you got on your ranch?” Korah asked. “Actually, I could show you better than I could tell you,” Brick said. “Are you saying you do wanna ride my horse?” His boldness made Korah’s clit quiver. “I haven’t ridden a horse in years,” she replied. “I’m worried I might fall off.” “You gotta hold the reigns tight,” Brick advised. “You gotta wrap your legs around him and squeeze a little, with your thighs. And if you do fall off, you gotta get right back on, and we’ll take it a little slower.” Korah grinned. “I don’t know what you’re thinking about, but I’m only talking about riding a horse.” “Oh, well here, have some more wine,” Brick said and commenced to fill her glass. Korah couldn’t help but laugh at that. ●●●●● © Keith Thomas Walker