But which one of us will survive the cage we’re living in?For both of us are stuck in this marriage without mercy.

    Woke up next to a strange man? Check. Wicked hangover? Check. Small boulder of a diamond on my left ring finger? Also, check. I’ve never been known for my excellence in decision making. However, this one decision may take the cake. I’ve somehow ended up married to Everett Brown, the world renowned woodworker notorious for being a reclusive grump. That reclusive grump is also tall, dark and handsome as hell.After Everett’s agent calls congratulating him on his nuptials, and talking about how amazing it will look for the upcoming media showcase on him, I realize we need to stay married and live together. At least for the next few weeks anyways. Now I have to continue running the family hardware store while also playing the role of blissful newlywed. I’ve never been married before, but I’ve got this. Marriage can’t be that hard—right?

    Especially in Vegas.At least not when you think about them the next morning.Accessing a trust fund and having a baby are probably not the best reasons to get married.But last night, after more cocktails than I can remember, it sounded like a great plan:You marry me, so I can fulfill the requirements on inheriting billions.I’ll get you pregnant, so your dream of having a baby becomes reality.When drop dead gorgeous and off the charts arrogant Declan Carter suggests this deal, I’m all in.Under the condition that we’ll only stay married until I’m pregnant.Because the last thing on earth I want is to have this playboy be involved in my baby’s life.At least that’s what I thought, before we start living together.But the more I get to know Declan, the less our marriage feels like a fake.The way he smiles at me, touches me, kisses me.When I feel morning sickness creeping in, I can imagine us being a real family.For a brief moment, I hope that our story could go down Fairytale Lane…Until our secret deal is exposed. And everything is on the line.One Hot Fake features a sinful billionaire hiding secrets, an accidental Vegas ONS which results in a fake marriage - and a baby deal that makes things even more hilarious! Love, laughter, feels, and a HEA that will leave you swooning!One Hot Fake can be read as a stand-alone.

    Prepare for inappropriate humor, dad jokes, and maybe a woodland creature or two.

    

    The place I had dreamed of building a life, until it all fell apart. Too many bad dates to count. A broken engagement. A job I don’t love.And how do I celebrate? Being stood up by a blind date. And then he showed up. The hot stranger that rescued my night. I’d take his pity, and so much more. Declan Erikson is all that’s on my mind, but everything I don’t need. Tall, dark, handsome and rich with a heart of gold. I thought I had made up my mind, But I’m finding it growing harder to make the right decision. Especially, when he’s promised to give it all to me. One Last Time is a standalone billionaire romance and is Book 4 of The Ironwood Billionaire Series.

     I never lose control. Being a mob boss means keeping a tight rein on my emotions, my body, my business. But then I saw the fear in her innocent eyes, begging me to let her go… And I knew I had to make her mine. ANTON Buying things has lost its thrill. No one ever warned me about that particular downside of being a mafia billionaire. But winning things… Seizing anything you want from the weaker, the helpless, the cowardly… That still gets my blood churning. So, when the girl’s idiot boyfriend wagered her in a desperate final poker hand, I knew she was meant to be mine. She thinks I’m joking when I tell her to go wait for me. But I’ve never been more serious. And my armed bodyguard convinces her this is the farthest thing from a prank. Now, when the time is right, I will go back to where she is chained. I will lift up her pretty chin and stare straight into those gorgeous, helpless eyes. And I will tell her the sick truth of her frightening new reality: You belong to me now, kitten. SCARRED is a full-length, standalone, super steamy, bad boy mafia romance novel from bestselling author VIVIAN GRAY. This suspenseful, action-packed mafia romance is intended for mature audiences, due to violence, strong language, dark themes and elements, and explicit intimate scenes. The romance between the alpha male bad boy and the fiery woman he can't resist ends with a guaranteed happily ever after (HEA) ending, has absolutely NO CHEATING, and does NOT include a cliffhanger of any kind.

    But things quickly spun out of control. Now rumors are circulating the resort. And she’s in a LOT of trouble. I have to help! I have to protect her. With my strong, hard body, I’ll show her how a real man treats a woman. And I’ll keep her safe, as I get to the bottom of all of this...

    

    It's the rest of the world that's blind to the monsters living among them. I should rejoice in my sanity, right?Wrong again.Being clinically insane would be better than reality. In that scenario, the only person who's in danger is me. Stolen from my life to be sold off to the highest bidding vampire to live as a blood slave would seem like the worst of my problems.Not even close.

    And, he’ll never speak of it again. One lie. That’s all it will take. I spent twenty years hiding my crush on Isaac Adams. Not a single person knew - not my family, not my friends, and certainly not Isaac. …Well, he didn’t. Until I just blurted it out thirty seconds ago. Now it’s out there. Lingering in the air between us. And I have a choice to make. I can tell Isaac that he’s "crazy" to think there’s something more than just friendship between us - the convenient escape plan he just handed me on a silver platter. ...Or, I can put it all on the line, risk everything, and tell him that for me, it’s always been more.

    

    Find their secrets and expose them. With her calculating ways, and cunning personality, there’s a reason she’s the best. She’s very successful with her expertise in getting men to talk and business is booming. Until her next client, Owen Thompson. He has a secret and no amount of pillow talk is going to reveal it. As the CEO of one of the biggest multi-national companies around, she wants to know what’s going on inside his head, and his pants. Sometimes secrets are better left unsaid, especially when that secret is yours.

    But her plans for career success are derailed when she’s assigned to go on the road with rock band Kings Quarters, hailed by Rolling Stone as the next big thing. To gain full-time employment, she’ll need to stick to her “no workplace romance” policy and resist the sexy and nerdy rock star on the tour bus.Enter Brad Osterhauser, the reluctant guitarist who would rather be coding computer games than penning Grammy-nominated songs. While grateful for the band’s success, he’s trapped on tour out of loyalty to the brother and bandmate who helped him escape a depressing home life. His outlook about the current tour improves immensely when he’s smitten by the smart and stunning PR executive who joins the tour.Traveling by bus, city to city with a group of practical joking bandmates and a greedy manager, Marin and Brad forge a friendship and forbidden romance over a shared love of Seinfeld episodes, stolen moments and Red Vines. Will Marin and Brad’s secret passions destroy both their careers, or take desire to the ultimate encore?If you love a slow burn romance with laugh out loud moments, forced proximity, and sizzling chemistry, buy or read for free with Kindle Unlimited.

    I am totally the thirstiest single girl in all of Chicago for wanting to drink those dimples right off his beautiful, Euro-chiseled face the moment he walks up to my candy counter and says, “Cheers” with his posh British accent and deliciously devilish smirk. #EarlofStudlandiaHe’s offering me a one-night stand in his penthouse hotel suite and I’m the kind of habitual hot mess who’s willing to accept it, if I wasn’t already overcommitted. #MistressofMisbehavinYou see, I’ve been suckered into accepting this crazy second job. Despite the fact that I’ve never held a respectable, responsible job for more than a month in my life, I’m now the social media director of Boink, my favorite online store selling “intimate accessories” for single girls like me who not only want to have frivolous sex in the city, but who also don’t want to wait around for Prince Charming to magically swipe right, just so I can experience my nightly Mighty O’s. #MyPleasureChest #MyFemaleEmpowermentBut there’s just one problem—Boink’s old crotchety chief investor, who I’ve never met, is determined to force the business into bankruptcy, and the only way I can keep Boink afloat—and my new job as its Director of Cumbacks in play—is if I can convince my newest nemesis, Mr. Kit Crusty Balls, that I can turnaround his failing company faster than its JackRabbits can make me say, Ooh-ooh-ooh-OOH-LA-LA-LAAAAaaaaaaa.And hopefully, whenever he returns to Chicago, Earl of Studlandia and I will finally have our royally raunchy romp, despite the fact that our impromptu texting affair and unexpected emotional connection might be softening my noncommittal Snarky Brat heart into the fantasy of something more than just one night of whoreplay. After all, I’m now the respectable, responsible social media director of Boink. Maybe it’s time for a sexy international man candy of mystery to persuade me to find love within my own pleasure chest. #OnlyFoolsFallinLove #FirstTimeFanGirlofFoolishness