On an undercover mission with the ATF to capture members of an international weapons and money smuggling operation that has hit U.S. soil, Zach is suddenly thrust into a situation unfamiliar to him. He’s never dealt with a person in his custody as mouthy, feisty, and uncontrollable as Carla Parker. Carla Parker is an innocent citizen thrown in a situation that has left her scarred, scared, and dependent on a cold, emotionless, and rude FBI agent to keep her alive. Because of his attitude, she is finding it hard to relax in the care of Agent Murphy and counteracts by repeatedly disobeying him which pisses him off.

    Laney Parks is either in the wrong place at the wrong time, or the right place at the right time-She isn't sure which. She isn't even entirely certain of how she got roped into posing as her hunky boss's wife. She finds it SERIOUSLY unnerving, though, to 'stick to the script' when that includes cuddling up and kissing in public, and even more unnerving to share the close confines of the cabin-and its single bed-with him. Rating: Adult situations and language.

    She's getting older, and she can feel her eggs turning to powder. Six months ago, she broke up with her ex when she caught him cheating, she kissed their talks of getting married good-bye and nursed a broken heart. Ryenne runs into Shane Allen whom she's had a light flirtation going on with. Shane is sexy as hell, but he's also only twenty-eight. Ryenne would never think of getting involved with him. She's not going through a midlife crisis, and she's got nothing to prove. Shane has wanted Ryenne for a long while, and now is the perfect time to take the flirting to something more tangible. He will stop at nothing to have Ryenne, even with the threat of losing his job working for her dad. What neither of them expected was for Ryenne to get pregnant. Ryenne is thrilled she's going to be a mother, but embarrassed for everyone to find out about her sexual activities. Relationships with family and friends are threatened, and work is on the line. Can Ryenne overcome the issues and her doubts to find her own brand of happiness?

    Please see the bottom of this description to see if this is the kind of book that you'll love or piss you off**For Luisa Chavez, a twenty-three year old former beauty queen, a better life has always been just out of her reach. Sure, she’s had men at her feet since she was a young teenager but she’s never had the one thing she’s craved – security. Having grown up in near poverty, her waitressing job in Cabo San Lucas can barely let her take care of herself, let alone her ailing parents. Every day is another unwanted advance, every day is a struggle to survive.When Salvador Reyes, the depraved leader of a major Mexican cartel, takes an interest in her, Luisa is presented with an opportunity she can’t afford to pass up. She’ll become Salvador’s wife and exchange her freedom and body for a life of riches – riches she can bestow upon her deserving parents. But Luisa quickly finds out that even the finest wines and jewels can’t undo the ugliness in her marriage, nor the never-ending violence that threatens her every move.Soon, Luisa is looking for an escape, a way out of the carefully controlled life she’s leading. She finally gets her wish in the worst way possible.As it is, being the wife of Salvador makes her an ideal target for rival cartels and there’s one particular man who needs Luisa as part of his cartel’s expansion. One particular man whose quest for power has destroyed lives, slit throats and gotten him out of an American prison. One particular man who will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants.That man is Javier Bernal. And he wants Luisa. He wants to take her, keep her, ruin her.Unless she ruins him first.***WARNING*** This book deals with drug cartels and as such it contains a lot of sex and violence and some violent sex. It can get pretty ugly, pretty dark and pretty crazy. There is drug use, abuse, a bit of torture and dubious consent. The hero is not a hero and the villains...well, they're even worse. If this sort of thing bothers you, PLEASE DO NOT READ IT. This ain't no cupcake farting unicorn kind of book. If you are even a bit squeamish about violence, brutality and rape, this is your warning to stay away from a book that you certainly will not like (and why read books that you know you won't like?)******While this is a spin-off of The Artists Trilogy, prior knowledge of the books is not needed. DIRTY ANGELS is the first in a trilogy, however each book can standalone and follows or introduces different characters***

    On a stormy night he save Bailey Henderson after her car runs off the road. The first thing Austin notice about Bailey when he saved her that A) She is very pregnant and B) Bailey has a eerie resemblance to his dead wife. Bailey is so confused and lonely her life hasn't exactly panned out the way she wanted. Pregnant and all alone, she doesn't have the resources to keep her baby. Her parents practically disown her and the baby father wants nothing to do with her or the baby. Giving her baby up seem like the only option until Lucas present an solution to all of Bailey's problems.

    Goes. On.These words comforted her though circumstances that weren’t always easy, but more importantly, it offered her the promise of something more... someday.Lexie knows what she needs to do after dealing with years of abuse at the hands of her son’s father. Enlisting the help of her best friend, they go on the run to escape the man who threatens to destroy her life.They finally find the perfect home in a safe town after months of transience; they decide to stay a while. Suspicious and guarded, always looking over her shoulder, the last thing Lexie wants is to become involved with someone new.Detective Lukas Gunn is Lexie’s bossy, persistent, and extremely hot neighbor.After an incident leaves her vulnerable, Lukas discovers that she’s haunted by her past. His goal is to protect her while making Lexie his, but she keeps Lukas at a distance. When history repeats itself, will Lexie be able to trust those around her to keep her safe? Will Lukas save her from her past in time? Or will the only love she ever knows be unbeautiful?********************************Warning**This book contains the following and is recommended for ages 18 and up. -Sexual content.-Abusive subject matter-Attempted rape-Language

    She’s marrying Kelly Westcott’s brother! I've never forgotten the way Kelly used all those cruel, ignorant stereotypes about Black people against me when we were kids. Maybe I should forgive her, but I just can't. And now I've found the perfect revenge, because I just met this super hot guy on my new interior design contract. He's an architect, and really nice--and did I mention hot? Maybe it's crazy, asking a perfect stranger to go to my sister's wedding with me, but I did it anyway. And he said yes! Kelly will burn with jealousy when she sees me with him. Derek: Oh, man. What have I done? I can’t believe I hid my real identity from Jayla. But I couldn't risk telling her the truth. She's the first woman I've wanted to date since I divorced my cheating wife five years ago. Jayla is beautiful, and I really like her--and she likes me for myself, not because I'm a billionaire. So now I’m pretending to be Derek Brandon, average guy, instead of D.B. Drake, billionaire CEO. I’ve got two weeks to win her over, and maybe by then Jayla will be into me enough to forgive me. It’s just a little white lie. Right?

    Alegra's addiction for the dangerous Bratva boss will be her destruction. They make zero sense to most, but a love story like theirs rarely makes any sense at all.Darkness comes in many shapes, sizes, and colors. And mine came in a tailored suit with a thick Russian accent.I'm captive at the hands of a notorious man who's a part of the Russian Bratva. My father owes them. And the only payment he can afford? Is me.So here I am, staring into the cold eyes of the enemy. Naively believing his every word. Stupidly falling for his seductive touch.He's become my addiction. There's no other way to explain it.But when the truth comes to light, I realize people don't change. Darkness, while it changes forms. Never has good intentions.*Please note that Bratva Addiction ends on a cliffhanger and is book one of The Bratva Debt Duet. The story concludes in book two, Bratva Redemption. One-click and enjoy this sizzling enemies-to-lovers, Russian Mafia Romance: )

     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 don't see dead people.I see you.I see every incarnation of you.I see the history of your soul.I can see your aura soaked in the blood of your previous lives.Most people are inherently good or evil.Some flit between darkness and light.Few can change the fabric of their essence; it's a fight that most are too weak to win.He was once darkness.An evil so pure that his very soul is black and yet I am drawn to him like a moth to a flame.Some days, I feel like I am drowning, the waves of my feelings stealing the very air from my lungs.Other days, I feel nothing at all.I'm unsure which is worse; gasping for air or dying from this thirst.Can you learn to breathe underwater when you find someone worth drowning for?Feyness is a dark standalone.Readers of a sensitive disposition may want to step away from the book.Step away, nothing to see here.Readers who like to dance on the dark side, come on in and enjoy the ride.

    Max and Rye Harper are just the men to catch her. A stalker sent Rachel's world reeling. Now she's running for her life, and Bliss, CO, seems like the perfect place to hide. Bliss is a strange little town, filled with artists, nudists, and the occasional conspiracy nut. It's a good place to start over.Horse trainer Max and Sheriff Rye gave up on their dream of finding one perfect woman to share long ago. Rachel walks in, and they're both in love and fighting their true natures. When Rachel's past catches up with her, all of Bliss is in danger. Can Rachel stand up to the man who took everything? Rachel is done running. It's time for her to get back in the saddle and ride.** A Siren Erotic Romance

    Michelene had killed and run—but not far enough, or fast enough.They’d found her.Azriel had but one rule. No attachments. This rule had kept him alive. He’d lived by it—until her.She’d found her savior in a man whose past was even darker than her own and whose soul held shadows of that dark. He made her body explode in ways she’d never imagined possible and gave her heart something she’d long given up... hope.Michelene was his saving grace. The only thing which kept the darkness from consuming him. She was his to protect and cherish.God help anyone who challenged that--because Vengeance would be his.EXCERPT:There wasn’t time to cringe. In a split second, she saw something flash in her mystery man’s eyes—something dark and deadly. Sensing he was about to move, her hand shot to his shoulder, her heart pounding as she tried to communicate her desperate plea with her eyes. “Please don’t."The panic that was squeezing her throat wasn’t because she was afraid for Vic; she could care less about that greasy pig. Nor was she concerned this man could be hurt. She knew she couldn’t afford scrutiny. She’d managed to be virtually unseen for four years; it had to remain that way. It was amazing this man didn’t know who she was. “Vic’s an ass, but he’s harmless.” Her words weren’t moving him in the least. There was no visible change in his manner, but Michelene sensed he was growing more pissed, more dangerous. “He’s never laid a hand on me.”That worked. She felt his tension drain a bit, while he stared pointedly at where her hand rested on him. She didn’t move it. Slowly, he turned those ghostly eyes back to her face. “If he talks to you like that again, I will end him.”Would most women feel the same thrill she did at his words? Not having much experience with “normal” people, Michelene really couldn’t say. But she certainly felt thrilled right down to her toes. Pussy clenching, she knew she needed to put a little space between them before she did something that would garner even more attention. Before it came to that, she tried to move, but found her arm caught in a vise made of hot flesh.“Your name,” he growled, his piercing glare keeping her rooted to the spot every bit as much as his hold.“Michelene,” she whispered back, not even considering giving him a fake name. Besides, she was sick of not being herself. There was something about him, a danger, a certain “off-ness” that called to her, told her she could be herself around him.“Nice to meet you, Michelene.” There went that smile again. Just that tiny sign of approval succeeded in melting her formerly icy insides. “I’m Azriel Seth.”

    Sure, the media tries to brand every Navy SEAL as some kind of Batman dressed in cammies. There’s even a line in one of our cadences: Superman is the man of steel, he ain’t no match for Navy SEAL. You’ve seen the movies—we’re infallible, invaluable, invincible. But that night, the one you read about in the papers … all I really wanted to do was get laid. One harmless fuck with an Aruban whore, no strings attached. I picked her out of a lineup—wild, dark hair, long legs and a crooked smile. After she sucked me off, I relaxed back onto the creaky, cum-stained cot, thankful for the blissful moments she gave me when I actually forgot for a second the faces of my buddies who died because I made the wrong call, the tears of the children I couldn’t save, and the eyes of the enemies I slaughtered during their last seconds of life. But before I left, her hazel eyes peered into my soul. She whispered in a distinct Californian accent, “My name is Annie Hamilton. I’m an American citizen. I was kidnapped on spring break five years ago. You’re my last hope. Please save me.” One desperate plea. This wasn’t a Hollywood blockbuster or a New York Times best-selling thriller. I knew this time there was no room for excuses, no margin for errors. I had one chance to put on the cape and be her hero.

    This interracial love journey is the tale of Juicy who has spent much of her adolescence being bullied because of her dark skin and her weight, until circumstances forced her to stand up for herself. And Troy, whose mental illness forced him into the streets. Now, as an adult, Juicy has grown into a woman that is filled with anger and a distrust of whites instilled in her by her mother. After an altercation, Juicy finds herself rescued by an unlikely individual; a white, homeless man that she has thoughtlessly nick-named; 'Mr. Cracker.' After exploring mutual stereotypes and attempting to understand their differences, Juicy and Troy find themselves drawn to each other. Out of a sense of loneliness and true friendship the two outcasts finally find something deeper than friendship and their journey to self discovery begins.

    Not in the physical sense, you must understand, but very much literally. He was persistent, resolute and tenacious. His ruthless greed to annihilate me was utterly disturbing. I am sure if he had hierarchy, the man at the top would have dragged his arse into Hell’s prison for his unscrupulous methods. I was just fifteen when I first became aware of what he was capable of. This initial taste of him set the playing field for how my life was to be lived – for want of a better word. He mocked me, showed me mercilessly how he played the game and how he liked to cheat at said game. He ridiculed and taunted me until, six months later, he won and took something of so much importance from me that I would never be the same again. His second visit was, in my eyes, so much more cruel and heartless. I know we’re talking about the Devil here, and yes, you have a right to say he had no heart but even then, even when I was so utterly broken, I begged to differ and hoped – no, prayed – that somewhere deep in the caverns of his black, tortured soul there was something that beat and confused his emotions once in a while. The third visit was somewhat different than the other two. He tried, and at first succeeded to bring me to my knees once and for all, but then something happened. God finally intervened and altered Satan’s intention; he sent hope and morphed the Devil’s minion into an Angel, hoping to break and shatter the anguish and suffering. He gave the ability for me to feel pleasure in pain, order in the chaos and light in the darkness. But in giving me a reprieve, he also gave me something that would finally and ultimately obliterate me. He gave me the capability to love, therefore giving me the ability to be destroyed. And Satan made sure that I was destroyed. Cruelly, viciously and sadistically. I am Mae Swift, and this is the story of my decimation. ***WARNING*** This story doesn’t contain hearts and flowers, it doesn’t even contain the word ‘love’. It isn’t for the fainthearted, nor those who want romance and happy ever afters. It’s dark, in fact it goes beyond the dark realms of misery and despair. It contains disturbing scenes of sexual violence, cruelty and torture. It also includes self-harm, pain addiction and brutalisation. Please bear this in mind before purchasing this book. Thank you.