His aggressive pursuit has Simone weak in the knees and scared out of her wits...but she can't deny the feelings beginning to stir within her for the sexy rock star.Rock Hard Love is the story of two people from two very different worlds whose torrid love affair has its own consequences for the unlikely couple. Soon though, even their deepest feelings can't shelter them from those that conspire against them. Can the lovers defy the odds or will the forces that drive their passion also tear them apart?At nearly 30,000 words, Rock Hard Love is a satisfying erotic romance full of deep passion, torrid sex and dire conflict sure to leave you wanting for more.

    So while Corinne is in Australia, Shari decides to assume her identity, work a major ad account and prove who the real talent is. But when her main competition turns out to be Corinne's ruggedly sexy boyfriend, Shari thinks she's busted.

    A guitar. Really. I don't collect guys like that (don't ask what kind of guys I do collect), but when you spot a blonde, tanned, sculpted man with a gorgeous smile and his thumb poking up and practically begging you to stop – you stop.And I definitely never thought I'd be staring into the bright blue eyes of Trevor Connor, the lead singer for Random Acts of Crazy, an indie rock star I followed like the slobbering fileshare fangirl I am. How he came to be nude and lost six hundred miles from home is quite the tale, but how we fell in love is even more unreal.Because someone like Trevor Connor, headed to Harvard Law next year, isn't supposed to want someone like me, a rural Ohio chick majoring in Boredom at Convenience Store University who is all curves and frizzy blonde hair and manners so unpolished they have sharp edges that make you bleed.But he did.When his best friend, Joe Ross, the bass player for Random Acts of Crazy and a man who makes Calvin Klein models look like Shrek, drove eleven hours through the night to rescue him, though, it got real complicated. It's one thing to like two different guys and be torn.What do you do, though, when maybe – just maybe – you don't have to choose?As my Aunt Josie says sometimes, "It's always complicated."* * * * * *Random Acts of Crazy is a standalone, full-length novel (300+ pages, 85,000 words) featuring Darla Jo(sephine) Jennings, the 22-year-old niece of Josie Mendham from the Her Two Billionaires series. It has, like many New Adult novels, an exploration of sexuality for the three main characters, doesn't shy away from mature content, and Darla has a sailor's mouth.

    Graphic, sexual content including ménage. Intended for mature audiences.

    I hesitated to. But I did. And my husband? He gave them all to me.

    Savannah was set to marry another guy in year. Experience had taught him that a man could make a lot of things happen in 12 months. His first priority starting next week, was to make her fall in love with him. He would begin his methodical plan by paying her a visit on Thursday. Savannah Niden had everything a girl could want, a nice condo, a great job and a fiancé. The only problem was the maintenance man, Jesse. Jesse started coming over on Thursdays and he liked to stay all night. Savannah’s primary problem, she was learning to love Thursdays and Jesse a whole lot.

    Filled with rage and the pent up sexual energy that seems to peak only when in the presence of his innocent soon to be ex sister in law, Chase sets his sights on a new mission. To destroy the wayward Celine, and enrapture her younger sister Delia in this tale of family intrigue and revenge where one man's thirst for vengeance just might lead him down the road to his salvation.

    He's always been that way. Why do girls trip over their own feet just to be with him? I don't know! I'll never understand it. Don't they realize he's just going to ditch them after a couple of weeks? Yes, he can be nice when he wants to be. It's true that he's ridiculously attractive, too. It's not like I want to stare at him when he walks around shirtless, but it's hard not to notice someone like him. He's got that bad boy smile that makes you want to... Did I mention he's my stepbrother? Ick. What? You think I'm falling for him? Nope! It's impossible.

    She pushes away the ghosts of her past, determined to start her college life single, carefree and distracted. Throughout high school Kate was reserved and shy, with little experience. Now, on her own, with little holding her back, Kate is ready to branch out. She bonds with a tight knit group of friends and even starts casually dating. What starts out as innocent flirting on the tennis courts slowly turns into a friendship and eventually something more complex. Reed comes into her life giving her the distraction she craves more than anything; but is she ready to give her heart away so easily?Things get complicated when Kate’s ex-boyfriend and first love continues to pursue her. Kyle deeply regrets breaking her heart when he left for college the year before and is now on a mission to reclaim her. Kyle’s persistence and relentlessness is nothing short of obsessive. He will stop at nothing to win her back and prove his love.Kate finds herself torn between her past and the unknown of the future. Her determination to stay distracted may just be her downfall or the beginning of something new and wonderful. ***For Mature Readers 18+***

    He's the teacher. And their worlds are about to collide ...In her second term of college Alex Reed has one thing on her mind: passing Calculus. So when her professor introduces Ryan Matthews, the new TA, she writes him off in a second. Tall, hotter than hell—clearly a major ego case. Whatever. Guys like him don’t notice girls like her. Besides, she’s never even kissed a guy, so her sex-crazed roommate can have Mr. Hot.Ryan Bennett left the family business and his pill-popping ex-fiancée to do something for himself. Then, only months before finishing his doctorate under an assumed name, he walks into his advisor’s freshman Calculus class and sees her. Alex Reed. The last thing he needs. Young, inexperienced—and off limits. But when someone who shouldn't follows her across campus at night, he’s forced to do something about it.What happens next will change their lives forever.Reader discretion is advised. This book is NOT appropriate for readers under 18 or those who are easily offended. It contains numerous explicit sexual situations, strong profanity throughout, violence, underage drinking, and other themes not intended for sensitive readers.

    Either she is successful and can enjoy her student life without the pressure of her parents breathing down her neck, or she goes back home and clashes with her parents.Because London doesn’t have a filter.''You’re a weird one, aren’t you?''She basically tells it as she sees it. So when she meets the hunky and scarred guy who lives in apartment 2B, the last apartment on her exhausting list, she’s sure to bring some crazy in his life.But he’s determined to not take a girl for a roommate."I have nothing against you, but I don't see this working for me."London doesn’t give up that easily and makes a deal with him. If she makes it for two months, she’s in for the whole year. If not, then she leaves to never contact him again.Easy, right? Not so much."You should have told me that you wanted me to be all over you."When a guy and a girl live under the same roof, it’s bound to complicate things. Between banters, heady games of seduction, innuendos and insecurities revealed, the life in apartment 2B isn’t simple, and a few slips in their relationship doesn’t help the matter."You're driving me completely nuts. That's my fucking problem."***No cliffhanger.

    Instead, we play games, try to work just the right angle, even when it's not necessary.You've heard Raya's version, and now it's Kade's turn.He had everything mapped out. His life was a series of strategy and games, all of which he was mastering. And then Raya Capperton invaded his life at a moment when he refused to be distracted. The animosity between them boiled over at first, but the second Kade started falling, he fell hard. But Kade has never been accused of doing things the easy way.

    I’ve got it all: the looks, the money, the endurance. I’m the guy that every girl wants to be with, yet none of them have ever been able to tie me down.I don’t do love. I don’t do relationships. And I sure as hell will never do marriage.I’m all about the fast life and everything that entails. There’s a different woman in my bed every week. My friends are jealous of me. My enemies envy me. Everyone wants my life. And everything in my life is absolutely perfect. Until the day she told me she was moving away. She’s my best friend. She was my first kiss in grade school. We share everything with each other. We never dated because I don’t love her. I don’t care that she’s moving. I don’t care that she’s moving for a guy. I don’t care because I don’t love her. I don’t do love. I’m Rhett and I don’t let anything get me down. Then one night changed everything and everything I thought I knew was called into question.All of a sudden, being Rhett didn’t mean so much anymore.

    “Tell me when’s the right moment to tell another person your past bullshit, your damn secrets that you don’t wanna face, your skeletons?” His eyes skewered hers. Everyone claimed to want to know shit, but there was a price to the telling.“I know people who marry and never share some of their secrets,” he said, inching closer. “A lot of shit dies with them. How do you know when it’s right to share? Because I’ve no idea how to ride that train.”The pink tip of her tongue leisurely moistened her lips. “I think when you care about someone, you build to a level of trust and you take them into your confidence.”A level of trust, female bullshit.“Yeah, but that’s the problem. It’s easier to give your body, than your deep personal shit.”She ducked her head.He continued speaking in a low whisper. “I mean the real stuff that’s close to your heart. The fucked up shit everybody keeps locked up. Most folk don’t get close enough to ever see the dark places inside.” He watched her swallow hard.“So I ask again, how do you know when’s the right time.” He leaned next to her ear and whispered. “After how many dinners, or dates? Before or after we fuck? What’s the magic number that opens the door to my personal shit, ‘cause I damn sure ain’t telling everybody my personal business.”His voice remained conversationally low, calm, while nerves jumped and pulsed at the thought of sharing some of the things he’d done in the past. He’d rather buy anything she demanded, or take her anywhere in the world, than fully open up and let her see some of the dark places in him. Shit, he didn’t like to look inside and rarely did.She narrowed her eyes. “This isn’t about everybody. It’s about you and me.” She pushed his chest. He stepped closer.“Okay, what signals do I get to let me know I should trust you with my shit? You ready for that?” They looked at each other.Her eyes slid to his chest. “I don’t know.”“And therein lies the root of our problem.” He dropped his arms.She shivered.“You want me to tell you everything without securing my trust. Why should I bare my soul to you? What would you do with the knowledge? Trust me? Or judge me?” He pulled back and stared into chocolate pools of light. Whatever this was between them marked him. He’d never considered telling a woman he dated about his past. The price of admission, Red called it.“It’s like leaving pieces of your soul around and that’s too damn dangerous to do on a small tip.”

    Family issues and scrapes with the law have his grades suffering and now he has no choice but to be tutored, otherwise he'll be benched for the championship game. Little does Teddy know the possessive wave that will swallow him whole when he takes one look at Iris Stirling, the quiet campus genius. His methods of keeping Iris are nothing short of extreme. But are they so extreme he'll drive her away?