I was the kind of woman who lived inside the lines—until I broke the rules for a smooth-talking, creative Casanova. I really shouldn’t have been surprised when I woke up alone in his hotel room. Three years later, our worlds collided once more, and this time, I wasn’t only caught off guard by Ryder’s sexy, dimpled smirk, but also by the little boy standing at his side. A little boy he never mentioned, who looked just like him and was old enough to be one of my kindergarten students. The minute Ryder extended his hand to introduce himself, it was clear I had simply been another notch on his bedpost. Anyone in my shoes would have assumed the same thing I did—that Ryder DeLuca was nothing more than a womanizing jerk. Then again, you know what they say about assuming, don’t you? Both of us were marred by a past we couldn’t change, but with a little help from fate, two geriatric cupids, and a dog named Turtle, we just might get our second chance.

    Or for him. Or anything that had to do with Cal Donovan from Boston. Meeting him had been a complete and utter surprise, taking me one hundred percent off guard. I met new people every single day in my line of work and none of them affected me. Wasn’t that the way of things though? You could meet a thousand people and they’d all mean nothing to you. But then you’d meet that one and they suddenly meant everything.

    Moving to New York is my dream come true, but the big city is a tough place to navigate for a small-town, southern girl like me. Luckily, fate sent me my very own knight in shining armor. Only Whitaker Aldrich didn’t ride in on his white steed to save me. He picked me up on his Harley Davidson, wearing a leather jacket and sporting a cocky smirk that doesn’t bode well for my man free diet. He screams one-night stand.But there’s so much more to him than that bad boy billionaire persona. He's thoughtful and kind and his six-year-old son is his entire world. That twinkle in his brilliant green eyes makes me weak in the knees and I’m terrified that I won’t be able to protect my already bruised heart. I should probably say no when he asks me to be his nanny, right?Yeah, getting involved with Whit would be a huge mistake. I should definitely say no. Maybe... Possibly? Help! Yours truly,The Billionaire's Babysitter

    Not until my firm closed up, my boss moved away, and I was asked, nearly begged to step in and help. Once I found a decent allergy medication and adjusted to the smell that accompanied the shelter, I was oddly excited to start my new venture.That is until I met our on-call Veterinarian.Greyson Knox.Local animal doctor, famously rich, unfathomably gorgeous and my worst nightmare.I can put up a good fight, always have, but against Greyson; I’ve always been flustered, irritated…weak.Especially after what happened.Four years I've managed to avoid him. I’ve stayed on my side of town with my head down and now he’s here…and I can’t escape him.Some men are cordial, kind, professional…but Greyson Knox is nothing but a vicious vet looking to score.My first order of business was to strip him of his job, get him out of my clinic. But like everything between us, it turned into a war.Except for this time, losing would strip me of something I never expected to have. Something I’ve been too afraid to want and when Greyson plays dirty by revealing a secret he’s been harboring; my battle lines grow weak, leaving me vulnerable for attack.

    Since then, he’s found himself doing good deeds whenever necessary. Sometimes he sees an opportunity to help, like walking an old woman across a busy intersection, while other times, like the time he attempted to save that woman from falling into traffic. Okay, that’s not a great example because that woman didn’t get it. She punched him for his trouble. Some people just don’t understand. Allison Kirby doesn’t need anyone’s help. So, when some jerk tries to help her get her stiletto unstuck from the grate in the sidewalk, she did what any self-respecting woman would do—she decked him. Twice. And wow, it felt good. When the two end up working together, sparks fly, but not necessarily the good kind.For Allison, Ben helps her see that there are true superheroes in the world while Ben realizes that not everyone needs rescuing––sometimes all we need is love.

    Writing for an upscale magazine in New York City is a dream come true. Everything is perfect, until it isn’t.Now, I’m unemployed, single, pushing forty, and living back at home with my parents. Mid-life crisis anyone?Then he walks through my parents’ front door and it all fades away. Sebastian “Bash” Jagger is grown up and all man. This new version in front of me is as cocksure as they come. Some would even call him a Rock God. And he’s about to turn my world upside down with an offer I can’t refuse. There’s just one problem. He’s my younger brother’s best friend. My much younger brother.Sebastian:Fame and fortune; I’ve got it in spades. From the millions of fans screaming my name every night to the awards that line the walls of my mansion, I have it all. It’s a far cry from the dirty orphan who used to sleep on the floor of his best friend’s room.Still, having everything isn’t enough. Something is still missing. The second I walk through her parents’ front door and my eyes land on her, I know exactly what that is or rather who that is.London Ramone has been the star of every wet dream I’ve ever had. The forbidden fruit I couldn’t touch, but was dying to taste. She was beautiful then, but she’s stunning now. Opportunity is knocking—she needs a job and I have an offer she can’t refuse. If we both end up tangled in my sheets along the way that’s a bonus I can live with because I always get what I want and that won’t stop now.She thinks I’m too young for her, but I’m going to enjoy proving to her how wrong she is. After all, age is just a number and I have hers.

    Boy meets girl, boy wins girl, boy nails girl -- boy’s gone by morning.I think for sure it must've been a dream because there’s no way a guy could look like that, touch me like that and be so in tune with me on every known level, and disappear, leaving me with nothing but a good story to tell my friends.When he walks into my bar three months later, everything I thought I knew and what we’d had disappears in the blink of an eye and the blinding light of the three-carat diamond on his fiancée's hand.It seems what I thought was a dream is now my most complicated reality, and I've got absolutely no idea how to fix it - or if I even want to.

    Ruthless. Heartless. I don’t consider those characteristics to be insults. If I am arrogant, ruthless, and heartless, then people cower down. I make my own rules and call all the shots. I suppose that’s why people opt to call me by my last name.Havoc.It’s very fitting for me. I wreak havoc on anyone who gets in my way. Right now, that person is a beautiful redhead who refuses to play by my rules. Doesn’t she know I’m the only one who’s allowed to break them?She came out of nowhere. Hit me a like a freight train. Now, she’s the one causing havoc in my life. Destroying everything I have worked for. Taking pieces of me I wasn’t aware I had to give.They call me arrogant. Ruthless. Heartless. I guess I’ll have to show her exactly how heartless I can be. What kind of havoc I can wreak on her life.Before she completely ruins me.**This is a Cocky Hero World book. This book contains adult content, adult language, and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers only.**

     ReaganI hate him. Jude Titan is everything that’s wrong with the male sex: cocky, domineering and loaded with swagger. Oh, and did I mention he’s a Republican? Yeah, the guy’s so conservative he leans to the right when walking. And lucky me, I’m running against him for Senate. But I’ve got plenty of fight in me. A golden boy war hero opponent with a smile that leaves melted panties in its wake? Bring. It. On.JudeDamn, she’s sexy. Reagan Preston intrigues me from the moment I lay eyes on her. And speaking of laying…I want between those thighs. But I want to make her burn for me first. Every debate and stolen moment is foreplay for us. She claims she hates me, but her body tells a different story. I plan to win this election, but I also want to win the sharp, fiery Democrat who captures my attention like no woman ever has. Politics is filthy, just like all the things I want to do to Reagan Preston.

    In a world of haves and have nots, my family has it all, and I want nothing to do with it.My path takes me far from home and paints me as the black sheep. At odds with my father, I’m determined to build my own empire. I have rules, but Lennix Hunter is the exception to every one of them. From the moment we meet, something sparks between us. But my family stole from hers and my father is the man she hates most. I lied to have her, and would do anything to keep her. Though she tries to hate me, too, the inexorable pull between us will not be denied.And neither will I.

    Destiny. Karma… She’s mine. It all started with a broken heart.And a breakup party.Rock stars. Circus freaks. And a bachelorette party.Too. Much. Booze.An embarrassing tattoo.And a twist of fate.Her name was Danny.I thought she was The One.But then I lost her.And I never thought I’d see her again.Now… I’m a mess.I’ve had my heart broken—more than once.And my band's broken up.I’ve sworn to myself that I’ll never fall in love again.Time to focus on new music and my new band.As soon as I sober up from my latest breakup party…But then there she is.Standing in the rain, looking at me.My dream girl.My destiny…Danny.I missed my chance with her once.Maybe this time… I’ll get it right. Hot Mess is the first full-length novel in the Players rockstar romance series, and the ninth book in the Dirty/Players series world.

    Of course it did. I’m a professional fluffer. It’s NOT what you think. I stage homes for a living. Real estate agents love me, and my work stands on its own merits. Sigh. Get your mind out of the gutter. Go ahead. Laugh. I’ll wait. See? That’s the problem. My career has used the term “fluffer” for decades. I didn’t even know there was a more… lascivious definition of the term. Until it was too late. The ad for a “professional fluffer” on Craigslist seemed like divine intervention. My last unemployment check was in the bank. I was desperate. Rent was due. The ad said cash paid at the end of the day. The perfect job! Staging homes means showing your best angle. The same principle applies in making a certain kind of movie. Turns out a “fluffer” doesn’t arrange decorative pillows on a couch. They arrange other soft, round-ish objects. The job isn’t hard. Er, I mean, it is — it’s about being hard. Or, well… helping other people to be hard. Oh, man… And that’s the other problem. A man. No, not one of the stars on the movie set. Will Lotham – my high school crush. The owner of the house where we’re filming. Illegally. In a vacation rental. By the time the cops show up, what I thought was just a great house staging gig turned into a nightmare involving pictures of me with an undressed star, Will rescuing me from an arrest, and a humiliating lesson in my own naivete. My job turned out to be so much harder than I expected. But you know what’s easier than I ever imagined? Having all my dreams come true.

     He was going to stride into the conference room, do the required song and dance over the next five days, and win the biggest contract of his career. But when he walked in and heard the voice of one of his competitors, all his plans were shot to hell. Harper Denton. She was always on top. In college. First in their class. Always using every advantage to edge him out to win the coveted positions. The only one who could beat him. His academic rival. More like a constant thorn in his side. And his ego’s. When he heard her voice, he was brought back to years before. To the bitter taste of being second best. But the woman who meets his gaze is nothing like the drab wallflower he used to know. Hell no. She was all woman now: curves, confidence, and staggering sex appeal. And no doubt, still brilliant. The fact that she’s gorgeous and bright won’t distract him. This time, Ryder’s determined to be the one on top. But not if Harper can help it.

    Kane knows a lie when he hears one.Soon, he’s a part of her life and bringing color back into her world but is she strong enough to join him in a future than can be as bright - as long as she’s brave enough to try?* This book was formerly called Fearless. No changes from original.

    He's hot, wild, unpredictable, untamable, and her best friend's older brother. Colton Brody is everything a good girl like Phoebe Page should avoid. But since her sister Kelly's death, Phoebe isn't as worried about being good as she used to be. She wants to live big with no regrets, the way Kelly did, and she intends to start with having a top secret, super steamy, no-strings-attached holiday fling with the man she's crushed on her entire life.What could go wrong?Except everything?Wounded in action and discharged without a chance to prove himself, all Colton cares about is getting back into the Marine Corps where he belongs. He will not get sucked into small town drama, will not take that promotion at the firehouse, and certainly won't fall in love with his little sister's best friend. He's down for friends-with-benefits, nothing more, and plans to leave town long before quirky, bossy, cute-as-a-button Phoebe can get under his skin.He's in control.At least until a certain sexy brunette turns his world upside down.It isn't long before Colton finds himself buying flowers, talking feelings, and wishing Phoebe wanted more than another night of hot, no-holds-barred sex. Because when he's with Phoebe even hot and dirty feels like making love.Now Colton will have to decide what's worth fighting for--the dreams a plane crash stole from him or the dream he's holding in his arms.WARNING: Good Girl vs. Bad Boy contains a mix of heart-warming romance, quirky characters, laugh out loud moments, and blisteringly hot banging. If you don't like hot sex, laughter, mentions of humping unicorns, turkey bowling, off-beat town rituals, or graphic descriptions of artisanal pancakes, steer clear.