My name is Cassidy Porter...My father, Paul Isaac Porter, was executed twenty years ago for the brutal murder of twelve innocent girls.Though I was only eight-years-old at the time, I am aware - every day of my life - that I am his child, his only son.To protect the world from the poison in my veins, I live a quiet life, off the grid, away from humanity.I promised myself, and my mother, not to infect innocent lives with the darkness that swirls within me, waiting to make itself known.It's a promise I would have kept...if Brynn Cadogan hadn't stumbled into my life.Now I exist between heaven and hell: falling for a woman who wants to love me, while all along reminding myself that I must remain...Unloved.**NOTE: This book is intended for readers 18+**

    Writing splashy stories by day while she writes dirty ditties at night, she knows better to want for more. Unless it’s the love and adoration it seems everyone else is finding. Sweet, forever after love is for romance books, not real life.Or maybe she has had the best book boyfriend right in front of her.Micah Townes busted his ass to get his life right. A troubled youth means he takes nothing for granted. Especially the most important person in his life, Mila. Even if he wants more from her, he knows not to ask at the risk of losing her.A double date raises the stakes of their friendship---which maybe is not just a friendship after all.

     All we had was friendship and my silly hope for more. When he left and took all of that with him, I moved on. Settled. I figured that happiness wasn't in the cards for me. Until, one night of drinks with an old "friend" gives me a hope I never expected, but don't know what to do with. This time, I have the chance I always dreamed about—but I'm not free to take it. *** Ten years ago, Samantha was only a friend, a sweet girl I never wanted to hurt. Now, she's everything I want and nothing I can have. She belongs with me, even if she's not really mine, and I can’t settle for anything less than all of her. Now that I’ve got a second chance, I'm grabbing it with both hands. Why did it take so long to realize that it was Always You?

    Seems like Zaftig deserves all the accolades they've received.Angelica: I agreed to be set up in order to people-watch and collect information for my psychology degree. Little did I know that my date might actually be the perfect guy for me.Sometimes fate needs a little help. Welcome to the files of the Zaftig Dating Agency, where alpha men find the curvy women of their dreams!Each book in the series is a complete, standalone story.This is a sweet but sexy short story romance, complete with insta-love and a guaranteed happily-ever-after. If you’re looking for an escape from everyday life with an alpha older man and the curvy BBW younger woman that he loves, this is the book for you!

    He’s filled with turmoil and heartache and regrets, but for two hours every Wednesday all he feels is me. How much I desire him, how desperate he makes me, how much I’d like things to be different between us. Real.He used to be my best friend back before he got married. And now? Now, he’s a young widower. It would be wrong on so many levels to expect something more from him, so I give him what he needs. Dark, delicious fucking.But I know I can’t keep this up. I’ve already given him my body, my soul. I want him to have my heart. It might drive him away forever, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take.Wednesday is an angsty romp told from dual points of view. If you’re in the mood for something quick and dirty, you’ve found it. Proceed at your own risk.

     Rule number one for a professional matchmaker? Don’t fall in love with your client. I screwed that up when I fell for my best friend, Reid Fortino. He’s gorgeous, successful, and sexy as hell. I figured it would be easy to find him a match—and save the family business at the same time. But the more time I spend attempting to find the perfect girl, the more I realize how much I want him for my own. What’s the harm if we give in for just one night? I should have known that would never be enough. Now I’m on the verge of losing my job and my heart. We were an imperfect match from the start, but I don’t know how to let him go.

    And if I still wanted a man after I saved myself, he’d be more than willing to give that man his blessing.Now I’m in my mid-thirties and I’m still saving myself, one failed date after another.I don’t know if it’s the grease under my fingernails from working on bikes all day, or if it’s the fact I’m taller than most of them. There’s just something about me that doesn’t earn a callback. Maybe I saved myself so well I don’t need a man at all?Deciding that being single and awesome isn’t so bad, I pack up my apartment and abandon the city, looking for a tree change and a quieter life.But small towns notice when giant women move in, and it isn’t long before I’m the center of the latest gossip involving some rather outdated thinking. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before, but the sting is still the same, which is why I take my Harley out to clear my head.I didn’t realize I was heading onto someone else’s land.I also didn’t realize the rumble of my engine would frighten the grazing cattle.And I definitely didn’t realize how much bulls hate motorcycles.Lucky for me, Austin Cassidy realized all those things and came to my rescue.With his big strong arms, and a smile I’d sell my Harley to see more of, my cowboy hero is the first man I’ve ever met who makes me feel small—he’s also the only person in this town who doesn’t treat me like an outsider.It’s not long before I’m wondering if my dad had it all wrong. Maybe being saved by a man—or a very attractive cowboy—isn’t so bad, after all.

    He doesn’t like strangers, and he doesn’t like leaving his sanctuary. Now I’m trapped here with him until the snow melts.  I see him looking at me. He tries to hide behind a gruff exterior, but I see the longing and the heat burning in his eyes. I know he wants me, and I can’t resist him. I want to feel those big, rough hands all over my body. But once he’s unleashed his raw, barely tried desire on me, will I be able to leave my mountain man behind, or will he make me his? Warning: The Smith Brothers are not just identical twins, they’re big, burly, bearded, insanely hot mountain men. They’re also sweet, and very, very dirty. Did I mention dirty?

    Walking into a strip club and asking for an audition certainly qualifies as desperate, but when her mom's battle with cancer ends months before Angelica is due to start college, she doesn't feel like she has much choice. The moment Morgan Cadwell sees her on his stage, he knows she's the one woman who could make him break all the rules. There's no way he's going to let Angelica dance for other men, so he hires her as his live-in personal assistant instead.Morgan's offer lets Angelica keep her clothes on...but little does she know that, in the end, he'll make her bare her soul instead.

    Turning the profits into a charity fundraiser calendar was the way I consoled myself that I was more than eye candy.Then Alena walked in the door and her curves were the only ones I wanted tucked against my body ever again. Could I convince her I wasn't an arrogant jerk who wanted nothing more than to feed my ego?And even if I could, would she be able to convince her boss that my reputation was nothing more than a marketing gimmick?If Alena had to choose between me and the upstanding role-model pretense her boss expected, I feared she'd break my heart.Without nearly enough time, I was determined to show Alena that if she trusted me with her heart, I'd prove myself worthy to be her Burly Valentine.

    After the final rude message she wrote in my yearbook, I decided that we didn't need to see each other anymore. (But if we ever did, I would show her exactly why I had every reason to be "cocky," and make her admit that I really *was* "that damn sexy.")Now that it's ten years later, I've graduated from law school at the top of my class, and I'm being recruited to work at the number one law firm in New York City.Since I'm in desperate need of a change and want to meet new people, I don't hesitate to accept the offer.Until I find out that Courtney Ryan graduated from law school, too.Until I realize that she'll be working at the same exact firm, in the office right across from me.And if this timing isn't unfortunate enough, she's far more tempting and sexier than I originally remembered.(Oh, and last night I found out that she lives right next door...)We don't have to be close.We don't have to be best friends.But she's going to pay me back for making us enemies all over again...

    Recent divorce, check. Pending lawsuit, check. A move back to Boston to live with her mother, triple check. It can't get much worse, right? When she starts her new marketing job at EXtreme Effects, she's positive shit’s stopped hitting the fan. Sure, what she's advertising is a little ... unorthodox, but it pays the bills. And since she's seconds away from becoming Lucy Williams: Wednesday Night Bingo Enthusiast, she needs money to get the hell out of her mother’s house. The only problem is her boss, Mr. Extreme himself: Jace Exley. He’s everything any sane woman dreams of—alpha, successful, ridiculously gorgeous. He's also Lucy’s worst nightmare. Because like every overachiever, she has that underachiever she brushed off. The slacker who, once upon a time ago, was the object of her dirtiest schoolgirl fantasies. Jace Exley—with his sarcastic smirk and delicious accent—just happens to be that guy. And the friction between them? Well, that's the only adulting Lucy seems to be winning at

    Bull riding. But life on the road means leaving his young son at home with his parents. They want him to give up his career and be a father to his child, but Brock needs the adrenaline to get through each day…or so he thinks.Lincoln Pratt needs a fresh start. As a top interior designer in Atlanta, she has everything she could ever want, but she’s always at her father’s mercy. Something’s missing, and Lincoln knows she’ll only find it somewhere far away—like the rolling pastures of Hamilton, Montana, where she meets the irresistibly mysterious Brock.In Brock Shaw, Lincoln sees the part of her that’s missing. In Lincoln Pratt, Brock sees the part of himself he thought he’d lost. But the pain of his past binds him. Can he let himself love again?

    It wouldn't be fair to him to make his life messy, too.Things go from bad to really bad. I want to believe in him, but my head wants to run.It’s in my blood.Can I replace the flat tire of my past and have a smooth road from here on out?QuintonMy life's a series of hard lessons, and the last one was that love doesn't last.When the tall, cautious woman, with curves for days limps her car into the convenience store across the street from my auto shop, I’m ready to help.She's new to town and what kind of guy would I be if I didn't help her out. Not the one my mama raised.But I fall fast, and then I make the biggest mistake an auto shop can make, and I'm right back to those hard lessons.Will the road of life stop throwing pot holes in our way so Zena and I can be together?Lonely Hearts Series are flirty, fun Valentine's stories from some of your favorite shorts authors. No cheating. No cliffhangers. And a happily ever after guaranteed.Lonely Hearts Series:Be My Handy Mechanic- Ally CrewBe My Sexy DILF- Beatrice BraeBe My Naughty Neighbor- LIz FoxBe My Grumpy Mountain Man- Lana DashBe My Dishy Doctor- Kate TilneyBe My Charming Prince- Elsie JamesBe My Burly Bartender- Barbra CampbellBe My Dirty Billionaire- L. NicoleBe My Flirty Firefighter- C.L. CruzBe My Bad Boy- Tarin LexBe My Private Chef- Sadie KingBe My Romantic Nerd- Brynn Hale

    He’s absolutely devastated. He swears. Just ignore his cheeky grin, okay?When word reaches his fancy corner office that Gallum is replacing himself with his daughter, Amity, Carver is ecstatic. For real this time. Jones squashes men in the business industry flat. A woman? Pfst. He’ll be completely in charge in no time, doing whatever he wants. He’s so ready for this. But is he ready to fight the hardest fight of his life? No, not the one to maintain control of his company. The one to keep control of his heart.The battle may begin in the boardroom, but the war will definitely be won in the bedroom. May the best sex win.