She isn't an executive, she isn't sexy, or otherwise noticeable, but the girl is cute - in a helpless, unique sort of way.He can't pretend to say she ever crosses his mind, though... Until the day he finds the manuscript she worked on during her lunch hour.Shy girls write it better is an adult romance with explicit content. Standalone novella ending on a happily for now note.

    I wanted to make her smile, but I had no idea when she did, she’d steal my heart.Sunset eyes, waves of golden-brown hair, cute little butt…I’m ready to meet the family and put a ring on it. Instead, I’m on the wrong end of a gun, her older brother threatening to kill me. It all started with a kiss… Deacon Dring is a cocky rich boy with ocean-blue eyes, sexy brown hair, and a chiseled body. Soft lips that melt my knees, that melt everything.As a child, my family said he was bad. They made me promise never to see him again. But one touch of his hand, one reckless kiss, and I broke that vow… Many times.Now we’re adults, and the price of lying is more than I’m willing to pay.They say we can’t be together. I say try and stop us. (RECKLESS KISS is a stand-alone, forbidden, billionaire romance about two families who hate each other and the boy + girl who choose to love in spite of their violent past. No cheating. No cliffhanger.)

    But a freak accident lands her in hospital. When she wakes up, she needs my help. Only she doesn’t remember our date or have a clue how I feel about her. I won't leave until I show her, one tender, passionate night after another and make her mine.ChloeLast night, I had the strangest dream about my secret crush from work. Red-hot hockey player, Bo Bishop, was in my apartment, dressed in grey sweatpants and nothing else, stirring a pot of delicious smelling chicken soup.But it was only a dream.Wasn’t it? A hot guy like him would never fall for a hot mess like me. Steamy, safe instalove short romance with guaranteed HEA.

    Muffin Top. It's a love story... with a twist!Muffin Top is action-packed, sinfully steamy, and sure to satisfy your sweet tooth! Sweet Cravings Reading Order: 1. Muffin Top2. A Muffin Top Christmas3: Hot Sauce4: A Hot Sauce Halloween

    Who cares if it's nothing this good girl would normally do - with a man who turns out to be my horrible boss? Who cares that I’m promised to someone else?I blame the alcohol for agreeing to marry him. As long as my new husband keeps his mouth shut, I can survive five years of our little arrangement. It's too late for anything else.But our impromptu wedding leads to so much more than I bargained for. His dirty promises warm me. His kisses make me lightheaded. His respect slips past my best defenses. The hate turns to friendship and makes me dream of more. He’s like the most dangerous kind of champagne. That’s why I blame him for making me fall in love with him.But when I find out our marriage was nothing more than revenge, what’s to blame for my broken heart?

    I call it clever research.It gets me what I want and when I want it.When I get bored, I move on.My system works like a charm…Until a little ray of SUNSHINE shows up.***Dating is nonexistent for me.I’m quirky, silly, and inexperienced.This means my romantic life is certainly lacking.I don’t date because no one’s interested.Some say I’m an independent woman who doesn’t need a man.But I know I’m on the fast track to becoming a lonely cat lady.How many cats are too many cats anyway?My boring world stays that way…Until my future stepmother’s STALKER shows up.

     Greyson Keller didn't intend to lie; it just came out that way. So when the object of that lie shows up on her doorstep, she is confused, shocked, and embarrassed. Calvin Thompson is an Ivy Leaguer, attending University over an hour away, playing rugby and basically not giving a crap. So imagine his surprise when some guy named Greyson begins rumors online that they're dating -- the only logical solution is to drive an hour and confront him... Be there when Greyson and Cal finally meet face-to-face because. Sparks. Will. Fly. Yes, sparks fly. That's why this book is intended for those 17+ Foul language, and sexual content.

    Read at your own risk You do not say no to Graham Savage, because Graham Savage doesn’t ask. Just like his name suggests, he takes, and right now, he believes I’m his. He is a cold, calculated, ruthless, formidable Irish mobster, and... my step-dad. Regardless of the fact that it's nothing more than a business transaction, he's technically married to my mom. Even still, I find myself scared to be caught, yet even more terrified of being cut loose. They say love is like a butterfly…well, we are about to prove to the world that it’s also like a punch in the face. Sometimes inevitable…and always painful.

    This is the feel-good, sweet like cotton candy and steamy like a hand-made cappuccino reading treat that you've been waiting for.Read them all today!

    You know, the one with the to-die-for body and panty-melting smirk. And then there‘s the way his designer suits drape over his broad shoulders and big...well, we‘ve all heard the rumors, the ones that say he‘s up for any challenge.But I can‘t see him that way. He‘s my boss - technically one of the owners of the company where I work - and definitely not in my league. Men like him don‘t notice women like me, and they don‘t date them. And I don‘t date men like him. Until that one time that I catch him in a compromising position when I‘m also in need of a last-minute date for a wedding...and then it‘s not real. It‘s blackmail.For one weekend, he‘s my plus-one.Beautiful and unobtainable.From the moment she walked into my office with those stunning blue eyes and crazy sensual curves, she‘s been on my mind. Three years and never once has she acted interested in me. Usually I flash a million-dollar smile and women fall to their knees, some literally. Not her.Then on the occasion that I agree to let another woman do that - fall to her knees - guess who happens to catch us?It may not be the most conventional way to get on her radar, but I didn‘t get this far in business without knowing when to seize an opportunity. If this sexy little firecracker with perfectly kissable lips thinks she can blackmail me into attending her cousin‘s wedding, I‘m going to jump at the chance to be her plus-one.You love her darker side. Now it‘s time to meet Leatha, the lighter side of Aleatha, as she trades her renowned twists and turns for laughs and love with this sexy new standalone romance, Plus One.

    But I’d be lying. I’m stuck with my v card because I have a… problem. A problem of the medical kind which so far no member of the male species has been able to counter. They just can’t… well… They just can’t get it in. That’s why I’ve been on Dr Big’s waiting list for hell knows how long. They say he’s the best. The right man for my condition. Only Dr Big’s professional opinion isn’t quite the verdict I’ve been hoping for. And neither is his supposed treatment plan. You see, Mr Big doesn’t think I have closed vagina syndrome after all. He thinks my lady parts are in fine working order and it’s my head that has the problem. Dr Big is a cocky, arrogant jerk. A beautiful jerk who thinks a real man is all it will take to solve my issue. Dr Big is wrong and I’ll prove it. It’s no big deal. He’s hot and I’m desperate to lose the v status. No big deal at all until he drops his pants… Dr Big isn’t just big. He’s absolutely huge.

    Tanner is a tall glass of water on a hot summer day, handsome didn’t even touch the surface and the way he gave me his rapt attention at my best friends wedding it was unbelievable until it was too good to be true. Yet, he never called and no girl ever wants to be forgotten.After too many days to count of blowing up everyone’s phone, I’d exhausted all efforts and was nowhere near close to finding Marlie’s real number. Yeah, I screwed that up but I’ll do anything I can to make things right and make her mine.

    He exercises shirtless in his office, is notorious for his lunchtime nooners, he even yawns sexily. If I didn't need this job so bad, I'd take his black Amex and tell him where to swipe it.He doesn't even know I exist, but why would he? He jets off to Paris with supermodels, I spend Friday nights with Netflix and a chunk of Pepperidge Farm frozen cake—waiting for his call. Because every time he crashes his yacht, or blows $500k on a single roulette spin in Monte Carlo, I’m the PR girl who has to clean up his mess.But this time, it’s going to take more than just a fat charity donation. This time, the whole company is on the line. He needs to show investors that he’s settling down, and Step #1 is pretending to date a nice, stable girl until people forget about what happened with the Playboy Bunnies backstage at the Oscars.My plan is perfect, except for one thing:He picks me.

    Put a ring on her finger.And here's the most important part--knock her up.Sounds easy, right?After all, finding a woman to suck my c*ck has never been an issue.It's not like I have to fall in love.Seems like a lucky break when I run into Evie after twelve years.She's all grown up now with gorgeous seductive curves that can take a man to his knees.After one night together we can't deny our chemistry could burn down the city.I'll make Evie my wife and she'll have my baby.But I'm in for an unexpected surprise... what if it isn't fake?What if Jeremy Hartwell has finally found The One?The stakes are higher now. If anyone finds out our marriage isn't real, I'll lose everything, including Evie.But I'm a fighter. I'm the man who will do whatever it takes to make sure she will always be mine.**If you like steamy alpha male billionaire stories, you'll love Not Husband Material. It's so hot, you'll need a glass of ice water by your side. No cheating, a HEA and special bonus books for your reading pleasure.**

    I’m Gwen. I’m a single mom to two growing boys—and now I’m the brand new owner of an alien whose greatest wish in life is to become a live-in nanny. It’s been kind of a weird day. I wholeheartedly recommend adding an alien to your household though. He cooks, he cleans—and the kids love him. But three things you should know if you’re going to keep a seven-foot-tall alien in your basement? You might want to invest in flameproof cookware. He will think of you as his planet’s equivalent of a princess. And my alien is totally stealing my underwear. **This is a sweet Standalone Novella. Note: Explicit language and adult scenes are contained in this book. ***Heads up for readers of the Stolen series: this is an interconnected standalone, so hop in and have some fun “Ha!” moments with me!