Even knowing that he viewed her as a kid sister had never helped to dampen her feelings. One night together only made it worse. After seducing Akira, it became apparent that their love affair was hopelessly one-sided, and heartbroken, Lana fled her beloved island paradise.Eight years later, Lana finally returns home, planning to stay briefly, and only for business, but her plans go quickly awry when she runs into the man she could never get over. At just under 34,000 words, this story is a novella. This book is intended for ages 18+

    Not even God will deny a man like him.I'm certainly not God.I'm just a woman he's set his sights on. One he’ll never relinquish. His idea of being ‘kind’ is to give me two options.One Destroy the reputation of a man I love.TwoBed him . . . and he’ll forget about what he knows.One night only. He doesn't know I'm a virgin.And when he finds out?One night isn't enough.-- Not for him, and not for me. --But his world is forged on the misery of others. He might have a house in the Hamptons, stare at the Hudson when he sits behind his desk,and manage a billion dollar hedge fund, all of that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a mobster. One of the infamous Five Points. Being with him puts me in danger. But my heart?Well, it’s been in danger from the first moment we met . . .*-*Note: This was originally released as "The Air He Breathes".

    He’s also the most conceited, insufferable, arrogant man I’ve ever met.Did I mention he’s a freaking prince? An actual, real life Prince Not-So-Charming.He’s tattooed and pierced, too. Prince Albert has a Prince Albert piercing. That's right – he's pierced you-know-where. Allegedly. I’ve never seen it.My mother is marrying a king. Being a princess is every girl’s fantasy, right?Except that means Albie is my new stepbrother.Oh, and one more thing -- I accidentally married him.We’re keeping the biggest secret on the planet.Ever heard the fairy tale about the Princess and her stepbrother?Yeah, I didn’t think so.I’m royally screwed.

    And it’s not me… I’m not the kind of girl who has one-night stands.Except…I did.What can I say? After a few drinks with a gorgeous man who made me feel alive for the first time since losing my mom, I was powerless to say no.And I didn’t regret it. Not one minute of our hot, mind-melting night together.But he wasn’t a forever kind of guy. So I walked away. I wasn’t supposed to ever see him again.Then I did.Turns out my sexy one-night stand is Dr. Jacob Mitchell—and he’s the cardiothoracic surgeon who just saved my dad’s life.The shocking part?He never forgot about me or a single minute of our night together.And he wants more.Actually, he wants it all.But I’m no fool. And just because he handles hearts every day doesn’t mean I’m going to give him mine.Not without a fight, anyway … Dr. Mitchell is a spicy contemporary romance featuring an alpha billionaire/reformed player, and the feisty free spirit who steals his heart. Sexy times are definitely included, and a happily ever after is guaranteed. Download today!

    She isn't an executive, she isn't sexy, or otherwise noticeable, but the girl is cute - in a helpless, unique sort of way.He can't pretend to say she ever crosses his mind, though... Until the day he finds the manuscript she worked on during her lunch hour.Shy girls write it better is an adult romance with explicit content. Standalone novella ending on a happily for now note.

    They're the ones with experience. The ones with secrets. The ones that exude sex just by saying your name.From the minute I laid eyes on Lorenzo, I knew he wasn't just bad news. He was the headline.My opinion didn't change on our second meeting. Or our third. But my head and my heart are at war. He’s too mysterious, too gorgeous, too wild, and now, he wants me. I should run far away. So why am I racing toward him? I’m totally going to get burned. I know it. A man like Lorenzo won’t leave me unscathed.He'll make ashes of me.

    My second? Telling the hospital staff that I was his girlfriend.In my defense, he didn’t speak English.My third? Taking him home, letting him sleep in my bed. Naked.I never said I was Florence Nightingale . . .He gave me a night I’ll never forget but when I wake, he’s already gone.I tell myself it’s his loss, that I wasn’t expecting him to stay forever anyway, And my life moves on. I get a new job. A fresh start in a new country and I stop counting my mistakes.Until those striking green eyes meet mine across the office,And it all comes rushing back.But he’s not that man anymore. Gone are his jeans and his playful attitude.Rich and powerful, he’s now sin in a suit. And his English is perfect. Were his kisses also lies? His caresses meaningless?I feel like such a fool—I want to wrap my hands around his neck.Though not to hug him,Because the man is a force of nature.A master manipulator.He’s also my new boss.And I already hate him.The biggest lies are the ones we tell ourselves.

    I mean, he does require that I knock before I walk into his office. And he doesn’t want me to bring my cat to work. Then he tells me if I don’t follow his rules, there will be discipline. On top of that, others say he’s cold and calculating. Hmm, maybe my boss is a little bit bad? But the more I work for him, the more things change. He shows me his true self in delicious glimpses. Perhaps underneath the stern, handsome boss, there’s a man who needs love even more than he needs an assistant. Georgia Lavine is a means to an end for me. Her father’s business is one I intend to destroy. What better way to strike at a man than to take his daughter? That’s just what I did, hiring Georgia as my assistant to spite him, and also to gain more leverage. But this acquisition isn’t without its pitfalls. Georgia is too sunny, too beautiful, too fun, too naïve, too everything-I’m-not. She treats everyone so kindly. So much so that I begin to feel that I’m the only one who should get her smiles, her attention, and everything else she has to offer. After all, I’m her boss. And though the assistant position is temporary -- I have a much more permanent one in mind... *-*MINK's Note: This is a fun office romance that's safe and gives you a sweet HEA. Curl up with your fave kitty and enjoy!

     Five years ago, Clayton Rorick loved me. Or so I thought. Turned out he only wanted to get his hands on my daddy’s company. Heartbroken, I ran away with nothing but the clothes on my back. Like a twisted Cinderella. When my father dies, leaving my sisters in a desperate situation, it’s up to me to help them. I’ll have to beg the man who broke my heart to save us. But Clayton hasn’t forgotten me and what he wants in exchange for his help is…my body, my heart and my soul.

    I craved every touch, every filthy promise that fell from his beautiful mouth, knowing he could break me. My past had left me battered and bruised, with scars he was determined to heal. Loving him was like drowning—he consumed me, body and soul.But Hayes has secrets of his own. And nothing could prepare me for the shocking pieces of our pasts that threaten to rip us apart. When the truth is revealed will our love be enough to shelter the storm?

    When the suit came off, the gloves came on.It's been five years since I last stepped into the Octagon, since my life spun out of control. I haven't even so much as gone near a fighting ring. I promised my family I'd never raise my fists again.But when my best mate, Les, lands himself in trouble with a notorious Dublin crime lord, I must break my promises. I have to do the one thing I vowed never to do: fight. I have to fight to save him and everyone in his life . . . including Anna Drake, the innocent and gorgeous woman Les tricked into rooming with him.Anna Drake is off limits. She's innocent and sweet--everything that I'm not. She's also interning at my company--a lawsuit waiting to happen.I have to save her, to pull her and Les out of the mess that he's made. But the more time we spend together, the more I'm falling for her. And the more I fight, the more I crave it. I don't deserve Anna . . . and yet, without her, I'm not sure if I can save myself.**Author's Note- previously titled: Forever Dublin

    But this is no ordinary castle. It’s called Heartstone Psychiatric hospital and it houses forty other patients. It has nurses with mean faces and techs with permanent frowns.It has a man, as well. A man who is cold and distant. Whose voice drips with authority. And whose piercing gray eyes hide secrets, and maybe linger on her face a second too long. Willow isn’t supposed to look deep into those eyes. She isn’t supposed to try to read his tightly leashed emotions. And neither is she supposed to touch herself at night, imagining his powerful voice and that cold but beautiful face.No, Willow Taylor shouldn’t be attracted to Simon Blackwood, at all. Because she’s a patient and he’s her doctor. Her psychiatrist. The medicine man. WARNING: This book discusses sensitive issues including but not limited to, depression and suicide.

     I could see was sweet, innocent, and somewhat shy. She keeps to herself, but the more I learn about her the more I see she’s intelligent and thoughtful. She’s the light to my darkness. Protecting her became my passion. Thoughts of her consumed me. Having her my ultimate desire. Cora Over ten thousand applicants, and they chose me. I’m driven to justify their decision. I won’t crack, no matter how much pressure he puts me under. Dominic Rossi deserved the ‘Dominator’ reputation. His shrewd business acumen, cut-throat tactics, and take no prisoners approach made him the most feared and respected business man in the country. And made me want him like no other. He was tall, sculpted, and built the world’s most expensive and extravagant properties. And I was the architect that would serve as his shadow on the biggest project of its kind in American history. But underneath his commanding and tyrannical exterior I saw first-hand his hidden desires and obsessions. Accumulating wealth was only one of his pursuits, motivated by so much more. He was a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. And what he wanted was me. And not just for one night. To build something that would last forever. *Built is an insta-everything standalone romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

    And the answer is usually some bubbly, lovey dovey tale of being struck in the bum by Cupid’s arrow.My meet cute (well not so meet cute) is slightly different. I was trolling a wealthy neighborhood in Beverly Hills, searching for someone to take me as their bride, you know, to make my arch nemesis jealous who consequently just fired me.He was stomping around the block like some sort of gorgeous ogre, mumbling about a business deal gone wrong and attempting to finagle his way out of it.And that’s when we bumped into each other.There were no sparks.Not even a hint of blossoming love.But next thing I knew, I was scarfing down free chips and guac, listening to this man lay out all of his problems which led to his big ask . . . he wanted me to be his Vivian Ward, you know, from Pretty Woman--minus the frisky behavior.We’re talking about living in a mansion, intimate double dates, and pretending we were head over heels in love . . . and engaged. Can you imagine?The absolute audacity.But people do crazy things when they’re desperate. And I reeked of desperation. So, I struck up a deal.My one big mistake, though . . . big . . . HUGE? I accidentally fell for the incomparable Huxley Cane.

    Little do I expect the curvy beauty I find in the copy room, humming a song that is familiar but obscure.Abby looks at me with daggers in her eyes, but when I find out who she is, I know I have to make things right (even if it's years too late).Every year, I take one of my assistants to the ball as my date. This year, I'm taking Abby. She seems to think I'm pulling a prank on her, but that's the last thing I'd do. I have a plan to win her over, but she might also slap me and walk out on me.But it's a gamble I have to make. I'm famously single and have never had a reason to change....but I do now. Abby's the one and I need her in my life forever.