She’s too smart to expect the diehard bachelor to suddenly turn into Mr. Right. Until the infamous ladies’ man starts putting the moves on her… Jake’s prowess is legendary—in and out of the courtroom. And he’s never met a woman he couldn’t seduce. Except Charlotte Evans. Jake’s lovely assistant may be the only female on the planet who sees past his playboy façade. And now Jake wants forever with the one woman he can’t have. Or can he? Because when it comes to love, some laws are made to be broken. The Hamiltons: Laws of Love Family. Justice. Passion.

    She has a great job and wonderful friends. This holiday season, thanks to the disobedience of a four-year old, Aspen is also reunited with a tanned man with silver eyes from her past.Facing his first Christmas season out of the rodeo circuit in many years, Colt Larkin wasn’t exactly looking forward to spending the holidays in the sleepy little town where he grew up. Until he came face to face with the mocha beauty he had thought about since high school. Unfortunately, she is harboring an intense dislike for him.Can he convince her of the truth, or will the lie she has believed for the past twenty years keep them apart?It happened once before, so perhaps all they need to do, to find their holiday hearts together is…Add A Little Mistletoe…

    Great right? That was until she faced his greedy relative in a court battle over the estate, which opens a can of Secrets. Court exposure sets off a string of events that reach as high as the United States Senate Chambers and as low as State prison walls. Through everything, Chastity once again must face her past Secrets. Desperate measures won’t allow her to push her childhood friend, Lt. Cmdr. Kenton Stone to the side, she needs his help, even though she hides the biggest Secret of all from him. Excerpt:"Mr. Jamison, I see your client is here. The plaintiff is here as well, shall we begin?" The anorexic woman's deep voice startled Chastity out of her reverie."Yes, thank you,” Mr. Jamison answered.The woman nodded. "Good. My name is Ms. Jackson. I will serve as Mediator today. Due to the nature of this claim, I have asked Mr. John Abrams to assist since he has a lot of experience with these types of cases." She pointed to the man seated next to her before looking across the table at Maude Stone."As attorney for Ms. Stone, we appreciate any assistance in setting these matters straight as expeditiously as possible." Her attorney flipped through a stack of papers, before glancing across the table to Mr. Jamison.The mediator nodded. "A grievance was filed against the will of Mr. David Baxter by his sister, Mrs. Maude Stone— ““Why am I here wasting my time?” Chastity blurted, unable to hold it in any longer, her jaw tight. “Mr. Baxter had the right to leave his money and property to whoever he wanted to.” Brows raised and head tilted, she stared at the shellacked hair on Maude Baxter’s head and wished she had a match to send it sky-high in flames.“If he weren’t unduly influenced, which I believe he was,” Maude snapped, her eyes narrowed in challenge.The heifer wants to play. Bring it on. “So you’re rewriting the law now?” She shoved a tendril of hair behind her ear.“Just stating it so you can understand.” Her tone dripped acid.“Cut the crap, you’re fighting his will ‘cause I’m black. If I were white, your nose’d be so far up my ass, I’d be breathing for you.” He’d told her to come out fighting, throw down the gauntlet. Maude Stone's neck and shoulders tensed at the distasteful confrontation. “What’s up with you people?” She chuckled with an evil grin and pushed herself forward, her breast squashed against the table.Chastity’s teeth snapped together as her face blazed. “You people?” Eyes widening, she leaned forward, palms on the table, and stood. “Oh hell no, you didn’t.” This bitch doesn’t know me.Maude rolled her eyes. “Yeah, anytime something happens, you scream it’s because of your color. That’s getting so old. Somebody says something against the President, it's because he’s black. If the police make a mistake, take down the wrong person, it’s because he’s black; if the rent goes up, it because he’s black; if the sun don’t shine, it’s because of somebody black. Damn, the sun don’t just shine on black people. Listen, the only color that matters in the world today is green. And I’m fighting my brother’s will because you’re a gold-digging whore.”

    On the anniversary of the most tragic event of his life, Randall “The Rocket” Reese must face down paparazzi outside his house, a big sister who won’t stay out of his personal life, and a coffee date with an “old classmate” from high school whom he barely remembers. His plan is to wallow in solitude, but Fate has plans of its own. 'Just Lunch' Randall “The Rocket” Reese is beginning to reclaim his life both professionally and personally, with a new outlook, and a new woman, Dani Erlinger, by his side. Rand and Dani are in a comfortable groove that suits them both, but an unexpected invitation ‘just for lunch’ and a calamitous weekend excursion have them questioning whether they’ve become much too comfortable, much too soon. 'Table for Two' After taking a high-profile position, Rand Reese’s visibility is once again on the rise; but returning to the public eye also means revisiting some of the uglier parts of his past. That past has Dani questioning whether anyone can make a relationship work under the glare of fame and notoriety. Even two people committed to making it work. 'À la Carte' A ‘Coffee Date’ BONUS Drop-In An unexpected visitor up-ends the rhythm of the new life Rand and Dani are building together, reminding them of the consequences of Rand’s difficult past, and raising even tougher questions about their future.

    Realizing someone is playing a vicious prank on him by uploading his profile to a male escort site, he decides to go along with the farce in hopes of finding out who the culprit is.The only problem is Jordan thinks he’s being hired for the “total package”-dinner, dancing and whatever “other services” the lady desires…

    Especially after Corey Anderson showed her what heartbreak really was. Now a family tragedy has brought Mya home to Gauthier—and the man she vowed to forget forever. But when memories flame into rekindled desire, Mya is ready to flee again…before Corey discovers her painful secret.In high school, Mya was Corey's girl. Now she's a sought-after Broadway designer who won't give the former pro-baseball player the time of day. Until they're brought together to revive their close-knit community…and their passion is reawakened. This time, Corey isn't letting her get away. Not when he has a second chance to win back his first—and only—love.

    They make their own rules.I don’t know what to do.All I know is that once I give in to him, there’s no going back.No matter the consequences.

    He has no manners and doesn’t think twice about the weight of his words. Why him? He must have slipped something in my chai tea. Nigel When I woke up this morning, I didn’t plan to meet the woman I wasn’t strong enough to walk away from. But she’s here. In this coffee shop. And she answers my questions with more questions. It should be irritating as hell, not sexy. Or maybe somebody slipped something in my coffee.

    But several nights of hookups in Vegas with easygoing businessman James Goings leads Jade to realize he's becoming the one bet she can't resist. Original.

    Small town girl is living an unfulfilled life in the fast paced city that never sleeps and has lost her way. Brought together by th devastating hurricane that tore across the Gulf Coast region, these two people will unite in the rebuilding efforts, and in the process discover the meaning of life, love, and happiness in the Arms of a Stranger.

    So she decided to get an artificial insemination, but when a mix up occurs at the clinic where she had the procedure done her life is changed forever.Pierce Fabrizio is shocked to find out that the sperm he thought was destroyed had been used to impregnate a woman who is now seven month pregnant with his child.Now all he had to do was get her to agree to marry him right after he got her to sign the baby contract.

    The timing wasn’t right. Desiree is still mourning the sister she lost. The same sister I tried to help save in my own way but failed. Yet, when I see her the morning of the three year anniversary of her sister’s death, I can’t hold back anymore. She belongs with me, and this holiday season I’ll prove it to her, myself, her family and anyone else that dares to get in the way of the sweetest seduction I’ve ever known.

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     After all, she’s been keeping a massive secret close to her heart for years now, focusing instead on her carefully constructed world. And then it all comes crashing down. When Jordan Spencer walks into a bakery to requesting a cake for his upcoming wedding, the last thing he expected was to find his girlfriend behind the counter. One encounter with Mayanna stirs up all the feelings he thought he’d long buried. But a quick background check leaves him reeling as he discovers the secret that Mayanna had so fiercely guarded from him: their seven-year-old daughter. With both their worlds shaken to the core, Mayanna and Jordan try to work out a friendly compromise for their child’s sake. But some fires never die and before they know it, sparks begin to fly once more. Caught in the midst of bitter hurdles, will Jordan and Mayanna ever find their way back to each other? **** This is a standalone Novella with a touch of steam and HEA. **** Your copy of "The Seven Year Secret" (approximately 41,000 words) includes a BONUS BOOK

    I’m certainly not the type of woman to get drunk, meet a guy, and go to friggin Reno later that night to get married.But Dr. Hottie himself, AKA Jack Stratton, changed all that. Even if it was all a lie.Okay, so our relationship is as fake as a bad spray tan. It’s all to show up our mutual exes, make them realize how much they miss us. Can I help it if he’s so ridiculously handsome that simply being near him makes me blush? And when he smiles at me…Maybe I should’ve nicknamed him Dr. Panty Dropper.And I admit, part of me is head-over-heels in love with him. How can I not be when he keeps telling me we have to spend time together? We have to keep up the charade. We have to kiss in private so it looks good when we do it for show.When my ex finally gets the message a month after our “wedding”, I’m left with two options. Go back to the man who the whole town says is right for me… or gather all my courage and strike off in a new direction. A direction that includes a new future that Jack and I make, together.