Life as a superstar is good. The only problem is, he gets swarmed wherever he goes. So he decides to buy himself a secret country getaway to work on his next record and clear his head.Ruby Hayes is on a mission. Nothing is going to stop her from fulfilling her dream of making it as a singer and songwriter. She’ll spend the summer writing songs on the grand piano in the abandoned farmhouse next door. Then she's on her way to Nashville.When Travis sees Ruby, singing like an angel at his piano, she ignites a wild obsession and an all-consuming lust that will make this summer the hottest on record.But will Ruby’s ambition, a jealous best friend and the demands of Travis’s high-profile life come between them? Or is this a match made in country music heaven?Nashville Days is a super-sexy standalone romance starring a hot alpha rock star and the sweet, sassy songbird who steals his heart.Book 1 in the Music City Lovers series

    Patrick’s Day, I don’t think I’ll have to.…Because I’ll have two.My sister is missing, and the Irish Syndicate might be involved. But when I start poking around where I shouldn’t, they’re sent to keep an eye on me.Rough, dominant, gorgeous, and there’s two of them—twins. Well, Irish twins, technically. But trust me, they’re exactly the same.Every inch of them.Straight from the dangerous streets of Dublin, the two enforcers are supposed to watch me, to keep tabs on me, and to take me if need be.But there’re far more dangerous monsters out there. And when the Russian Bratva comes after me, it’s my twin Irish alphas that come barging in to save me. Save me, take me, and steal my breath away.The two huge, gorgeous Irishmen are impossible to deny, impossible to say no to, and impossible to choose between. Luckily, I don’t think I’ll have to…Brothers should “share” like this. Good girls shouldn’t give in like this.…But maybe I’m less of a good girl than I think I am.This mfm romance is all about her – no m/m. As with all my books, this standalone novella is safe, with no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed.

    He’s also handsome as sin, a world-class a*hole, and thanks to the fickle real estate gods? My new neighbor.When my BFFs and I opened Yogasm right next to his restaurant, we had no idea he wanted the space. Nothing personal, big guy.Now that we’re here, we’re not leaving, no matter what kind of Epic Playboy Tantrum he throws. The best way to handle a bully is to ignore them, right? So that’s exactly what I plan to do.His smoldery dark eyes? Pfft. I barely notice them.His broad, muscled shoulders? Samesies.The way he smiles that slow, crooked smile like he wants to show me exactly how he earned that spot on the Notorious List? So. Super. Ignorable.But when his feisty little niece comes to me for help locating her mother… well, that’s the kind of thing a girl like me can’t ignore, even if it forces me to get right up close and way-too-personal with the force of nature next door.If Mr. Notorious wants a battle of the wills, he’d better buckle up, because this girl plays to win…

    But getting knocked up by him? That’s a whole other level of Toni Alvarez’ hot mess express of a life! What’s a girl to do now?Come on and dive into this friends-to-lovers romance where a toe curling happily ever after is more than guaranteed!

     Liv Echo saw me and from that moment on I was his, whether I knew it or not. But I’m not the same girl I was when we met. I grew up, we grew up, and something changed. I miss him. I miss his bossy, alpha ways. I miss our games. I want my pain in the ass biker back. I hope he still wants me... Echo I remember the very first time I saw her; my breath stopped and my dick hardened. She’s given me everything: a life, a home, a family. But something’s changed and we’ve drifted apart. I can’t lose her. She’s mine. She always has been, and now It’s time to remind my woman exactly who she belongs to.

    I know when she's sleeping.And I know when she's awake.The moment I saw her, I became obsessed.And the naughty letters she sent to the North Pole made me fall in love.For years, I've tracked her every move.Watching over her, protecting her…stalking her.She's my angel, my obsession, my addiction.But Maddie is more than an obsession… she's mine.And this year, I only want one thing for Christmas—her virginity.

    I couldn't help but look, stare even. How could I not? He looked like he knew his way around the female body and I was aching to find out exactly how much he knew. Landon- If she keeps looking at me like that I'll have her in every room, every way, all night AND all day. I'll show her my world of pleasure and dominance. I'll make her feel things she never thought possible. I'll make her scream so loud the neighbors will know my name. Well, they already do. I was the former town playboy after all. If you like your heroines smart and sexy and your heroes gorgeous, growly and delicious, then this is JUST for you. Halloween with the Hunk is packed full of all the kinky, smutty, dirty fun you're used to with safe BDSM themes and enough steamy, juicy, O’s to melt your panties. Of course, this is a complete story with a sweet HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhangers. And is just the first book in my new holiday series, “Holiday Studs”.

    I'm going to need a daddy...The terms of my movie-star father's will are ridiculous, but I don't want the world to watch me flounder and fail and I'm sure as hell not going to let my inheritance go to my cheating stepmom.So I seek out a professional, a firm-handed man who knows how to take a spoiled girl in hand and teach her responsibility the old-fashioned way--with a strap applied to her bare bottom.When my disciplinarian turns out to be a man I've had a crush on for years, however, the relationship doesn't stay professional for long, and soon I'm calling him daddy as he takes me in his arms and gives me exactly what I need. But with my future on the line and two vengeful paparazzi threatening my reputation and even my life, can I learn to follow daddy's rules?Publisher's Note: Daddy's Rules includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

    But what about the one where the girl gets friend-zoned after an awkward attempt at making a move on her best friend?That’s my story.More than a decade has passed, and while our platonic relationship somehow survived, I still cringe when I think about it.Like now.I’m supposed to be getting my hotel ready for all the guests from the St.Patrick's Day parades, but instead, I’m staring at my best friend while he repairs one of my sinks. The memory and sting of his polite rejection years ago usually helps get my head on straight, but it’s not working this time. Not when there’s been an obvious shift in the air.And definitely not when he just grabbed onto my hips, growled in my ear, and told me to run.

    I love living in the house I grew up in, minus the parents who’d moved to a retirement community. I love it when everything stays the same.What I don’t love is that the sweet little old lady I’ve always lived next door to passed away. To make matters worse, her money-hungry grandson showed up to do a couple of quick fixes before putting the house on the market.Rowdy is the epitome of everything that’s wrong with the world, including the stupid nickname he insists on using. Where was he when she was alive? Why can’t he respect my privacy when I’m in my backyard? And how could his smile be so contagious?It’s not that I was opposed to smiles or happiness or guys who exuded sex appeal. The problem was that he was only going to be in town for a couple of months, short enough he wouldn’t even tell me his real name or what he did for a living.Then he had the nerve to take a job at the grocery store where I worked. He couldn’t possibly get any more annoying. Why bother with a job when you aren’t sticking around? And how in the world did we end up under the mistletoe together at the company Christmas party?The kiss was almost enough to make me let my guard down. Almost. But the bombshell I found out immediately after the kiss was more than I could handle.RowdyImagine my surprise finding out my grandmother had been alive. Had been. Unfortunately, I didn’t find out until I got a letter explaining that she’d passed away and I’d inherited her house.She’d lived in a small town in the Colorado mountains. A far cry from my life in Vegas but all I had to do was fix it up, put it on the market, then let the realtors do the rest. Between the income from the sale and my savings account, I’d be able to quit my job as a stripper and go back to school. I wasn’t sure what for, but it wouldn’t be stripping.I’d heard small towns were friendly but my grandma’s neighbor hadn’t gotten the message. No matter how many times I said hi and tried to talk to her, she made it clear I was the unwelcome outsider.Did I simply want what I couldn’t have or was Mae truly the woman of my dreams? She was sweet and simple in a way I’d never understood. The most basic offerings in life like sunsets and snowflakes filled her with joy.I’d thought I wanted a reprieve from the fast-paced life of a stripper, but Mae showed me what I really wanted. Life with her and all of the simplicities. Without a university in sight, it’s possible I overstepped my bounds taking a job at the grocery store where she worked but I was dragging out my stay and spending as much time with her as possible.Little did I know it would lead us to a kiss under the mistletoe. A kiss that solidified every suspicion I’d had that my life wouldn’t be complete without Mae. But I might have misread her starry eyes when I pulled away because minutes later, she was running out of the party instead of into my arms.Was giving up city life and my plans for a university education worth the fantasy I could convince Mae we were meant to be together?