Not the best way to wake up, right? I work in a flower shop. I know a funeral arrangement when I see one. I know a killer when I see one, too. And one is standing in my hospital room right now, straight behind the man who saved my life. I can’t tell anyone the truth, because that’s the fastest way to really die. So I do the next best thing. I “lose” my memory. I fake my amnesia. Pretending not to remember a brutal attempted murder has its perks. The killer is backing down, spending less time around me, loosening the noose. The less I claim to recall, the more my rescuer, Duff, works to help me “remember.” I hate lying to him. But he doesn’t understand that my memory is dangerous. To me. And to him. Fooling everyone isn’t easy. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Except it’s starting to look like I’ve been fooling myself. In more ways than one.

    Sort of. He just needs his family to think it’s real. No problem. I’ll play along. How hard can it be? But pretending isn’t supposed to feel this good, And now I can’t help wanting him for real. My old roommate used to help me pay the rent. Now the only roommate I have is my orange tabby, and despite everything I’ve done for him, that jerk has never paid me a cent. So when my landlord knocks on my door, I brace myself for an eviction. Instead, he makes me an offer. I can stay for free, as long as I pretend to be his fiancée. He says it’ll make his sick mom happy. Raphael Holt is wealthy, handsome and has dazzling green eyes that makes me want things I don’t even understand. He lights an unfamiliar fire inside me. So I say yes. But none of this is real. There’s no way someone like him could actually want to be with a penniless virgin like me. Not when he could take his pick from any of the single girls in the city. I’d only get my heart broken if I believe any of this is real. And I might lose my home, too. So I’ll play along. I’ll be the perfect fake fiancée and nothing more. I can resist that cocky smirk, that lustful stare, and that dirty mouth. I can ignore the way his deep voice sends a chill down my arms every time he says my name. Of course I can. This is a standalone, full-length novel of approximately 60,000 words. No cheating, no cliffhanger, and a guaranteed happily ever after. Includes bonus content!

    Dragged out of seclusion by her best friend Suri, Elizabeth is merely playing dress-up, rubbing elbows with a crowd that banished her troubled family years ago.Hunter West is tired. Tired of parties, tired of pretending, and tired of trying to right a wrong that haunts him every day. Bourbon heir and professional poker player by day, by night Hunter is gambling with his life in a high-stakes game of crime and blackmail. When Elizabeth stumbles into Hunter's den of vices, she's a light in the darkness, a flame in the void. And, just like everything he touches, Hunter mars her in a record time. To rectify the damage done, Elizabeth needs money she doesn't have, and she's come up with a foolproof way to get it.Follow Elizabeth - code-named Scarlett - to the lush Nevada brothel where she'll auction her virginity and risk the only thing that's not for sale: her heart. The highest bidder is a familiar face, with wicked hands and the devil's mouth. And a secret so dark that it could cost her life.

    That one person who blew through our lives, their presence forever stamped on our psyche. They linger in our thoughts, in our hearts, and in the decisions we make. A soul crusher or a dream maker, depending on the perspective.My person is MISTER BLACK. I didn’t know him by that name when I first met him. I didn’t know him at all, but the impression he left behind was just as powerful as the name I call him today.He is Black: a deadly enforcer and masterful seducer.I am Red: a justice bleeder and willing participant.Together we are passion. Colors colliding through each other’s lives. When our secrets converge in a passionate encounter, stepping out of the shadows just might be worth the risk.

    A fierce bodyguard. A broken hero. Illya is as fragile as a flower. She’s been through enough. One more blow and she’d wither away. Her lips quiver when I come near her. They are desperate to kiss mine. I’d take all of her. Own her soul. Run my fingers over her scars. Her scars may be deep. But they’re not nearly as strong as my obsession to make her mine.

     I've been running for ten years - fleeing my past and clawing my way toward an inescapable act of vengeance. Until he walks into my life, sure and strong and full of secrets. He dilutes my thirst for retribution with his touch. He obliterates my need for solitude with his kiss. But it's his hidden agenda that makes the hair on the back of my neck prickle. He wants something. Something that doesn't revolve around sweaty skin and tangled silk sheets like he'd have me believe. I have to stop falling for him, otherwise the last ten years will all be for nothing. I need to keep running, keep fighting for vengeance, even though I know he will track me down. But trying to escape him is just another problem. Because now I crave the hunt.

    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.

    I’m a man with no shame. I’m a lover with no soul. What am I? You’re a loner with no friends. You’re a beggar with no place to go. You’re a face with no name. Who are you? It doesn’t really matter what I am or who you are. Everyone has sin in common. But I pride myself on doing it better. Through the eyes of another, I am envied. If they only knew the wrath I have endured. Greed can be a motherfucker, but it is what makes us strive to be better. Lust can make you burn, but without it you would freeze to death. Some of us are a glutton for punishment and want to feel the pain that reminds us we’re still alive rather than overcome by sloth. The lure of these seven deadly sins is like an addiction. And I intend to indulge in each of these unforgivable sins.

    So much so that I made a career out of them. As a wedding planner, I made it my goal to perfect everyone else's happily-ever-after. I even believed in finding mine once, too, until one man left me alone and pregnant –crushing my dreams, and leaving me jaded. Blake I was living every man’s dream; I had the career I’d always wanted, my soulmate in my corner, an adorable daughter, and a son on the way. Everything was perfect until it wasn't. A series of unforeseen events tragically altered my path. In the blink of an eye, I was left a widower and a single father of two. I wasn't seeking love again, but she found me. Now I just needed to break down her walls and help her fall. **This book can be read as a standalone.**

     She isn't such a tough girl with the hard exterior, after all. At least not in the presence of Nathan Archer (aka: Mister Perfect), but there is something about this guy that spells danger, something about him that gives Leia the impression that she should run away as fast as she can. Except her heart is telling her something very different, and she finds herself falling hard for the mysterious man with the dark past. But there's trouble brewing in paradise when Nathan tells her what he really is, and what he really wants. He's an edgy bad-boy with a taste for bondage. He's also a man that never takes no for an answer. Note To Readers: This is a sexy shapeshifter BDSM story of a panther and his wicked desire for a BBW chick who doesn't go down easily. If you are offended by erotic romance stories where the hero likes to tie his woman up and make her his, this is probably not the book for you. For those who love to read about hot sex, curvy women and possessive men, enjoy!

    He can’t resist doing a body shot—or six—and a fiery night leads to a morning filled with questions. Like who is she and where can he find her again?Following a bad breakup, Hanna works hard to keep men at arms’ length, but she can’t get Jagger out of her head. Showing up at firehouse’s building repairs fundraiser definitely isn’t a good idea. Neither is winning his services, which happens to be a day of yard work. Or maybe she’s made the right decision after all—she does have a bush to be trimmed.Two nights with Hanna leads to more, and he’s distracted enough to make a critical error in judgment on a five-alarm blaze. He walks right past the arsonist, believing the man a victim. Throwing himself into finding the criminal means Hanna is back to feeling neglected and unimportant in the only relationship she’s taken a chance on forever.As more and more arson fires pop up over the city, Jagger has no choice but to fight them. Which leaves Hanna worried for his safety and wondering why she took a chance on a fireman of all people. But he can’t ignore the blazing inferno of lust raging out of control between him and Hanna either. Can he strike a match of understanding in her before she runs out of his life, or will his superhero ways sever his chances forever?

     That’s all this was supposed to be. I came to Sin City with my best friend to celebrate my much-needed divorce. For once, I want to be the one with no care about tomorrow. That’s when he catches my eye. I watch as he works the room, and the women in it. He’s everything I hate in a man, but the epitome of what we all want. Sexy. Confident to a fault, and a smirk that will melt your panties. He’s everything my ex-husband is. As our eyes meet, I decide to give him a dose of his own medicine, show him how it feels to be used. Tonight, I’ll be the woman everyone stares at when she enters the room. The one I am in the boardroom, who takes no prisoners. I’ll be the one to bring him to his knees and leave him just as fast. I’ll be that woman. For One Night

    I wrote dirty, I wrote erotic, I wrote the truth.And then they called me a liar. But it's not me who's lying, it's them.Our story isn't for everyone. It's not even for us.So if you're looking for the fairy tale and the stupid prince on his dumb white horse, move along. You've got a hold of the wrong book. This is not your story, this is not your life, and this is not your opportunity to dip your frightened little toe into the dark pool of water and "try new things" and then pull it out and decide... #NotForMe.When you go in with us you go all in. So make a decision before you turn this page. Because I'm making one promise with this book.Just one.We are The Dirty Ones and this is our truth.The Dirty Ones is a brand new, thrilling, standalone romance about the secret world of erotica authors by New York Times bestselling author, JA Huss.

    One moment I had Evan, the man I thought I’d marry. The next moment shattered the illusion.Now I have no one.Except him. Ryker Vargas, and I don’t really have him. He’d never belong to any one but himself. He sucked me into a web of lies and now it’s too late. I took the bait. I’m a prisoner of the Vargas Cartel.I never thought I’d be another statistic, another girl abducted in a foreign country, my entire future washed away by an impulsive, split second in time.But it’s true. My name is Hattie Covington and I’m a statistic, but statistics never tell the whole story.

     Try to picture the cutest, tallest, cockiest guy you’ve ever met, with the bluest eyes and the darkest hair... He’s that times ten. Evan knows that I can’t control how my body reacts to him, and he never misses a chance to tease me in class for being so smart, or give me hell in the hallways for being so uptight. He also happens to be my Resident Advisor at The Valley School. His room is down the hall from mine and he’s the one I’m supposed to go to whenever I’m feeling homesick…lonely…vulnerable… But I don’t come from a wealthy family like the other kids at this school, I’ll never be on the same level as Evan Covington...he’s out of my reach. When his uncle—who’s a teacher at our school—decides to “put me in my place”, Evan does the unthinkable to defend my honor... But I never imagined that I would end up being framed, convicted, and sent to prison for a murder I didn’t commit. Fifteen years later I finally learn the truth…that I was right to hate Evan Covington from the very beginning. Unimaginable is a full length contemporary new adult romance novel. Content is suitable for adults only, contains graphic sexual content, harsh language, and mature themes.