After getting even for a scandalous betrayal, he heads back home to Boston for the holidays, where his hot-tempered grandfather, melodramatic mother, opinionated sister, and the ghostly memory of his deceased father await. Despite hoping to make this visit short so he can return to L.A., he finds his best laid plans were meant to be broken.Egypt Lynn Callahan cherishes the small victories in life. She’s a web designer, an unofficial professional chocolate taster, and relishes quiet evenings in the company of her friends. Her calm world comes crashing down when it becomes quite clear that her old crush, Jordan ‘The Ram’ DeMarco, has strolled in from the City of Angels. Worst of all? He is looking for her, and she wonders if she should remain out of sight.Jordan has never forgotten Egypt, and his chaotic existence has now left him reevaluating his life, especially regarding the one that got away.Will Jordan receive his wish to finally have the love he so desperately wants from a woman who captured his heart so long ago? Will Egypt be able to trust him after the way he’s torn her heart in two?Read ‘Unwrapping Jordan,’ to find out!

    He’s had a taste of her pie and he wants more– no really, Ana bakes pies for a living, get your mind out of the gutter.She’d be willing to hand over everything tied up in a big red bow, there’s just one problem; Elijah has secrets dirtier than last week’s underwear. Secrets that won't just break Ana’s heart, but put her life at risk, too. When those secrets come to light, their relationship is pushed to breaking point.Add to that a psychotic nympho best friend, an overbearing father, a cuter than humanly possible kid brother, a wanton womanizing cousin, the ex from hell, and more pies than you could poke a ... err ... stick ... at.And you thought small towns were boring.Welcome to Sugartown. Content Warning: Intended for a mature 18+ audience. Contains explicit sex, oodles of profanity and a crap-tonne of AWKWARD.

    On top of stealing her identity and ruining her credit, Stephie’s ex-boyfriend has shamed her in the most unexpected way. As a card dealer, she’s determined to make a fresh start in Biloxi where the tips are better and she can climb out from under her shame and debt. Running into her long-lost stepbrother and his sexy-as-sin best friend wasn’t in the cards, but that was her bum-luck rearing its ugly head. The last thing she wants is another man in her life.When it rains it pours, but lucky for Stephie, Har is there to save the day during the deluge. Staying with Har temporarily should be no problem, but they can’t deny their lust. The more Stephie distances herself, the more Har fights to keep her around. And he fights dirty.Michael “Har” Walcott’s motorcycle club is in turmoil. As president of the Riot MC Biloxi chapter, he’s determined to get his club out of the drug trade, but his brothers are resistant. The last thing he needs is a woman dividing his focus from his brothers and his club… which is precisely when he meets a spunky and seemingly familiar brunette.She’s familiar because Stephanie was once a stepsister to Har’s best friend Brute. Allowing her to distract him isn’t an option. But after her roof collapses, Har steps in to save the day. The more he learns about Stephie, the more he wants her to stay.He fights his attraction, but he can’t control his impulses.He hasn’t felt anything like this for a woman in years. It’ll be a cold day in hell before he lets it slip through his fingers again.

    Well, in the grand scheme of things - his wing-woman.Reign Braxton. Womaniser. Asshole. Douche of the century. Sexy as sin but as rule would have it - all sexy men have a problem.Reign is still lusting after the one that got away. Enter me. Wing woman of the century, make-ex-jealous extraordinaire.It's my job. Why do I do it, you ask? Simple - money. Reign's obsession gives me a good lifestyle.I am anything he wants me to be, all for a price of course.But I go and do something incredibly stupid - I fall in love with my boss. My boss who is in love with his ex. There are no prizes for second best.

    Linde's new billionaire romance Cruel Trilogy.She was supposed to be a one night stand.A way to sate my sexual appetite.I let her glimpse the man I am. The face that I hide behind my carefully cultivated life. But she ripped open that divide—and there’s no going back.Now, she’s here. In my city.I don’t care that I’m Manhattan royalty and she’s the help.Only that she’s living in my summer home. With me.And I want more.

    All men. Famous last words, right? You’re expecting some epic tale of reluctant love and my dramatic change of heart? Well, you’re not going to get it. I’m stubborn. And headstrong. And I’ve just survived the worst three years of my life. After escaping an abusive boyfriend to live in hostels and cheap hotels while I worked my way across Europe, I’ve come to two conclusions. The first? Now that I’m back home, I’m going to squander my expensive culinary degree on a food truck that caters to the late night drunk crowd. The second? I’m going to prove to the bastard across the plaza that my street food is better than his fussy five course monstrosities.Killian Quinn might be Food and Wine’s Chef to Watch Out For. He might have a Michelin Star. He might have every food critic in the city wrapped around his too-large fingers. But he’s also pretentious and unbearably arrogant and the very opposite of me. So he can keep his unsolicited advice and his late night visits and his cocky smiles. I want none of it. Or him. I want the opposite.

    She’s tired of playing it safe and she knows just the sexy criminal motorcycle man to proposition for a good time. Problem is, she doesn’t actually know his name.Jason “Repo” Doe never takes risks. So when the queen of local commerce walks into his club, looking to get risky and frisky, Jason knows the smartest thing to do is save himself a headache while saving the new divorcee from her worst impulses.But then one thing leads to another, and the memory of just-one-night doesn’t feel like enough.Theirs is a story with no future, because how can a dangerous criminal win (and keep) a queen?‘Beard In Hiding’ is book #4.5 in the Winston Brothers series, is a full length contemporary romantic comedy about two lost souls in their 40s, and is a companion novel to the Winston Brothers and Solving for Pie series.If you want to get the full immersive Green Valley world experience, I recommend reading ‘Truth or Beard,’ ‘Beard Science,’ ‘Engagement and Espionage,’ and ‘Marriage and Murder’ beforehand. ‘Beard In Hiding’ contains spoilers for these four books (in specific).

    Billionaire island owner, at your service.I'm not used to people giving me the finger.Especially people I've just met.Especially when I'm standing in front of my own island resort.So I'm more than intrigued when cute but feisty Emma Clarke does just that...right after dumping a suitcase full of lingerie onto my sidewalk.Questionable lingerie.If this girl is who I think she is, then she's in big trouble.I won't even bother going to the police to report someone soliciting...er...clients in my resort.I'll run Emma off the island, and enjoy every second of it.Which is what I tell myself until I actually spend time with her.Now I'm thinking I might have made a mistake.I don't want Emma off my island. I want her in my bed.Which makes me wonder if she planned this every step of the way.Me chasing her.Me catching her.Me falling in love with every inch of her...right down to that naughty finger.The Billionaire Blooper is a spicy romantic comedy set in the charming small town of Hibiscus Bay. All books in this series are full-length, standalone romances with HEAs and NO cliffhangers and can be read in any order.

     That’s all this was supposed to be. I came to Sin City with my best friend to celebrate my much-needed divorce. For once, I want to be the one with no care about tomorrow. That’s when he catches my eye. I watch as he works the room, and the women in it. He’s everything I hate in a man, but the epitome of what we all want. Sexy. Confident to a fault, and a smirk that will melt your panties. He’s everything my ex-husband is. As our eyes meet, I decide to give him a dose of his own medicine, show him how it feels to be used. Tonight, I’ll be the woman everyone stares at when she enters the room. The one I am in the boardroom, who takes no prisoners. I’ll be the one to bring him to his knees and leave him just as fast. I’ll be that woman. For One Night

    and I'm sick of games. Sick of the Friday night bar-scene-cum-meat-market. Sick of the boy-girl, man-woman, mars-venus, flirtation-without-expectation, game-playing nonsense. Sick of awful dates and one-night stands, booty calls and guys who don’t call back, mixed messages or NO messages and—and—and...I'm sick of all of it. I’m done. I just can't do it anymore. It's too hard, and worse: little by little, it's making me hard. It's breaking my heart. What DO I want? That's easy. I want a house in suburbia with a white picket fence. I want babies to buckle into a minivan. But most of all, I want to be married. I want a husband. So I've made an important decision: I'm making my escape from the dating world and the single life. I've filled out my application on ArrangeMe.com and I'm putting my fate into the hands of experts. Is it a little scary? Sure. I mean, I have no idea who I'll end up with. After all, I'm planning to marry a complete stranger. But between you and me? I can't wait. Being arranged can't possibly be worse than being single. Can it?

    That’s gross.2. Don’t be a jerk. I have no time to deal with your mood swings.3. Clean up after yourself. Is it really so hard to put dirty clothes where they belong?If you meet these qualifications, call me.Sincerely,Desperately Seeking RoommateWhen I put the ad in my university’s newspaper, the last thing I ever expect is for the star football player to respond. From what I know of him, Abel Russo is a womanizer and an absolute jerk.Sadly, he’s the only thing stopping me from being evicted by my annoyingly gleeful landlord. It should be easy enough—there’s no chance we’ll fall for each other. But then he gives me lingering looks, and I might just be looking back. All I wanted was a roommate, but I’m about to get so much more than I bargained for.

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

    She also has no filter.”“He’s no southern gentlemen.”“I had one last season to prove my worth.”“I’d never seen a game.”“He told me he was a player.”“She told me she was a lesbian.”“But you fell in love with me anyway.”“Yeah, baby, I totally did.”

    And now, months later, I’m near rock bottom and drinking my sorrows away at a club. Instead of worrying about finishing college, I’m ordering another shot when a sexy but arrogant man butts in and tries to save me from myself. I immediately hate him for interfering in my life, but as I try and get myself back on track, I find that he may just be too hard to hate.

    That will bring the two of you closer.Step two: Go on date with lots of random women, proceed to get stupid drunk and talk about your best friend's sister, thus gaining the courage to finally make a move.Step three: Randomly show up at her apartment and confess your love. Women love that, right?It all seemed so simple. A fool-proof three step process that will guarantee the love of your life to fall madly in love with you.At least--that's what I thought was going to happen. But my attempts to win over Julia Westin backfired in more ways than I can count. The thing about Julia? She's smart--really smart--and her wicked gaze cuts through all the charm I've tried slinging her way. She's not interested in games, my gifts, or my stories. She might want me too; but she's not giving in that easy...