However, that same hot-head rejected me on Christmas day without knowing, I would be the one standing between him and his next promotion. It didn’t matter if he was sizzling hot and sexy. He was a class A jerk and the kiss meant nothing. Right? HAZARD The chief brings in a mediator after I told him that the simple resolution was to get rid of the bad egg. What were the odds that the mediator had to be the sexy vixen from Christmas night? What I also did not understand was the force field between the two of us. We butted heads, she challenged me, and I just wanted to make her mine. I would too, but first I had to go through the mediation of another kind.

    Never marry a princess. I follow my heart. It's the code I live by. And that's saying a lot, since they've been trying to put me in a royal match since the day I was born. I'm not cut out to be a prince. I've always been more of the playboy type. The crown sits a lot more comfortably on my older brother's head. I play my own game, live by my own rules, and will never be the smiling, waving aristocrat they all want me to be. I like to think I got my rebellious streak from my mother. And now, I wonder what she'd think of my choice. Tamara is the last woman on earth any of them would have matched me with. She's not royalty. She doesn't have a drop of aristocratic blood in her body. She's multicultural. Oh, and it gets worse. A lot worse. You guessed it. She's American! She's the star of the hit new royalty TV show, Princess of Nowhere. And for the first time in my life, I'm reconsidering my No Princess rule.

    Even for a man with startling blue eyes and a twitchy trigger finger.He may be good with his aim.But I grew up in the game.And yet, I’m questioning if he’s truly my captor?Or my savior?Mack I should have pulled the trigger. The rules were simple. You play, you pay. Danica’s father played me, and through no fault of her own, she had to pay. As unfair as it seems, that’s how it had to be. Looking into my eyes, I know she saw her death.Looking into hers, I saw my own weakness.And that could cost me everything.

     Tyler Saxton is an injured hockey player looking to pass the time before he can get back in the game he lives for. Neiko Brown is in her last semester of studying to be an Athletic Trainer and has just gotten over the flu. Now, she just wishes her friends would stop talking about Professor Sexy in their group chat. When she finally makes it to class and takes one look at the hot, muscled athlete...well, all those late night notifications finally make sense. A playboy who's never wanted a relationship. A woman that's only had commitment. Are there lessons that they can learn from each other, or are they doomed to have a love connection that just won't make the grade? Professor Sexy is a 25,000 word novella with a HEA and enough steam to set your kindle aflame.

     Shoshana Haufman’s life is complicated enough without adding a man to the mix. Her employees depend on her for their livelihood and her father, with his diminishing health, is sending her to an early grave, or a bed at Bellevue Hospital. All of that changes when her newest client, Patrick Kelly, waltzes into her showroom looking to purchase a bespoke suit. Tall, prematurely gray, and handsome poured into a three-piece suit, Patrick pushes all of Shoshana’s buttons. Lust as first sight is the order of the day, the chemistry is undeniable. And despite her initial reservations, Shoshana breaks her cardinal rule: never have sex with a client. Never allow anyone to get the best of you…. Not willing to be just a client with benefits, Patrick sets out to crack this five-foot anomaly in four-inch heels. It’s either all or nothing. And he doesn’t lose. After all, everything he has he’s worked damn hard for. So what could be so difficult about a mere woman who barely reaches his chest? That ‘mere woman’ begins to resemble a concrete wall. Instead of figuring out how to convince her to be in his world, he finds that sacrifices have to be made on his end. Throw in some sweaty sex, frozen yogurt, and a heavy dose of trust, this silver fox has found the perfect remedy to make this master tailor realize it takes courage to love, and be loved, and that the love given to you is an amazing sacrifice.

    But instead of despising it, he embraces it. Instead of correcting misconceptions, he is a man who don’t give a damn. Until he meets a gorgeous African American woman he can’t get out of his mind… Jenay Franklin has had her share of setbacks in her life. Now she is a thirty-two year old woman just beginning her career in hotel management. When she is given an offer she can’t refuse from the very attractive and very powerful Charles Sinatra, she leaps at the chance to run one of his businesses, and eventually his heart. But in a town that does not accept change well, and with a man who is as ruthless as he is loving, Jenay realizes that love and happiness in Jericho will come at a price. Charles, too, decides to give love another try with Jenay. But at what cost to himself, to his town, and to his four grown sons, all of whom have issues of their own?

    Rule one – do not, under any circumstances, find the new boss so attractive.Rule two – definitely do not undress him with your eyes.Rule three – if he slips you his phone number, throw it away. I repeat, throw it away. Who cares if just one look into his blue eyes makes you want to drag him underneath the nearest mistletoe?Rule four – when you show up at his house the next day, do not let him kiss you. Your lips are meant to say good-bye.Rule five – at no point should you let him take off your clothes like he’s unwrapping his sexy Christmas gift. And moaning will only make it worse.Rule six – rule six is a bonus rule, so pay attention. Forget rules one through five.

    Defying the example of the crime-lord father who abandoned her, she’s walked a straight and narrow path. Now, however, her college debts are beyond her ability to pay, endangering the future she’s worked so hard to secure. Her only choice is to accept the startling offer from a handsome Italian stranger: he’ll pay off her debts and subsidize the rest of her college education if she’ll act as surrogate mother to his child. Don Carlo Lanza wants to expand his Bay Area territory into Oakland. Standing in his way is Eric Youngblood, who has consolidated all the Black gangs in the East Bay under his banner and has no intention of sharing power. When the Don learns about the daughter Youngblood still watches over -- and lays eyes on the beautiful, financially desperate Imani -- he instantly hatches a plan to tie their families together forever. Imani is shocked when the Don suggests going about things the old-fashioned way, but their formal arrangement quickly becomes a passionate affair. Unfortunately, Lanza has underestimated Youngblood’s ruthlessness … and his fury. When the crime lord learns that Imani is carrying his rival’s child, he sends his most brutal lieutenant to forcibly end his daughter’s pregnancy Can the lovers save their child -- and Imani’s life -- or will their future be cut tragically short? **** This is a standalone Novel with a touch of steam and HEA. ****

    

     A woman on his mind. And, it’s not the pregnant one. Henri Zidane has a dilemma: honor his commitment or get to know the quirky HR manager who cornered him in the stairwell. He has a baby on the way with a woman he doesn’t trust, and he keeps asking himself, “How did this happen?” Well, not how really, but why? Why! Why is it that even with all precautions he used, he still going to be a father before he’s a husband? And, no, he’s not about to marry Cassie! But one look into Sanya’s big brown eyes has him agreeing to things he’d usually turn down, and an unexpected twist has them spending a lot of time together which makes it harder to ignore the heat growing between them. Cute and quirky Sanya Shaw has an ax to grind and the super fit engineer Henri Zidane is the key — she hopes — to her looming predicament. She needs to fit into her dress to save face in front of a wedding party she despises. Weight loss is no joke, and she needs the real deal to help her meet her goal. She may not be able to blow off her commitment to be a bridesmaid for her ex’s cousin without seeming petty - even if her jerk of an ex brings The Petty – but she can take super-sexy and freshly single Henri along for the ride. When a racy weekend on the beach permanently shifts the dynamic of their friendship, Henri and Sanya find out that what started as a fitness journey has them falling in ways neither anticipated.

    Being a mechanic and part of an all-female bike club means, Antoinette ‘Toni’ Keys is used to men looking at her and saying, “Hey pretty girl, you sure you can fix that engine?” Or, “Hey doll, you sure you can handle all that bike?” So, when an outlaw biker name Dirt steps into her shop and refuses to allow a female to work on his bike, she’s determined to show him she’s the best mechanic for the job. What she doesn’t plan on, is the instant attraction she has for him. She’s not looking for love. She doesn’t have time for a tattooed bad boy and the trouble that follows him everywhere he goes. She has her own problems with a rival bike club. Yet, she’s finding it hard to resist his wicked smile and his sexy tattoos. He knew he was in trouble the moment he laid eyes on her. Dietrich Tate, aka Dirt, is a third generation Reaper. His club is the most important thing in his life. He’s loyal to his brothers. When one of them goes rogue with the club’s money, Dirt is the one chosen to hunt him down. Instead of finding his target, he finds a sexy brown-skinned mechanic with the prettiest smile he’s ever seen. He knows his club wouldn’t approve of him seeing her. Yet, he can’t resist her. Spending time with her makes him forget his troubled past. However, it also brings trouble to her doorstep. Trouble she wants no part of. Trouble that puts her entire club and her family in danger. Trouble that makes her not want to be around him. Dirt vows to protect her from his vicious crew. Imagine his surprise when he learns she can be just as vicious as they are. That only makes him want her more. ~Are you ready for a ride you won’t forget?~

    He’s my boss’s son, and his father has sworn me to secrecy about things his children know nothing about. When he forces his son and me to work together, his son thinks he can control me at work and at home. He doesn’t share well with others, and he makes that crystal clear to any man who looks in my direction.It doesn’t help that he has his own personal baggage that could throw a wrench in us getting to know each other again.Can we get past the secrets and jealousy trying to tear us apart? Or were we doomed from the start?Jr, how can I make you understand, It's Always Been You?

    Considering she hurried off right after, he convinced himself the woman had no further interest. Then she does something quite heroic that causes him to desire her more.The chance of a romance proves to be difficult when threats arise at every turn, and exposing the culprit behind the plot seems impossible. But after several attempts on Xander’s life, doubts start to set in, and he wonders if he may have placed his trust in the wrong person.Note: This is part of a duet and does have a cliffhanger.

    Lured into the snare of a drug kingpin at a young age, she's been beholden to his every whim since her teenage years. When she does escape, however, she finds that freedom is only the first step to healing her wounded soul. The quickest path to her salvation seems to be cooperating with the FBI to put her Ex behind bars - and end any threat he poses. When she's paired with a foul-mouthed freelance agent with a chip on his shoulder, she begins to question the choices she's made. She's undeniably drawn to Hank Compton's rugged allure, but he's got armor five inches thick and a nasty streak a mile wide. There's no way a man like him can possibly be anything but trouble...is there? Hank has always liked things simple. Over the course of a life filled with violence, he's learned not to care. Caring makes you weak, and weakness gets you killed. When the newest assignment from his superior offers him the ultimate revenge, he jumps at the chance - even if it comes with some pretty substantial baggage. Juliet Brown is everything he's wary of - gorgeous, smart-mouthed, and undeniably damaged - and that only makes him want her more. Hank is long past the point of believing he can be saved, but Juliet promises to be more than just a distracting piece of ass. She could very well be his salvation - and that scares the hell out of him.

     Okay, no man was ever going to control what she did, not ever again. Okay, no man was going to control her outside the bedroom. Not ever. The problem with Le Duc was the man just didn't listen. He was Dominique Nadir Amir Afshar de Choiseul, or duc de Choiseul. He didn’t just run a criminal empire older than most countries, he was an actual duke. Not that it mattered. She wasn’t impressed. Duchess explained over and over again that she wasn't getting married. Period. End of discussion. Just as soon as he stopped talking. And looking so edibly delicious. Maybe just a little taste… Ex: “Sir, we’ve arrived.” Nadir blinked. Damn, he hadn’t even noticed the vehicle had crawled to a stop. Right next to the object of his fascination. Not waiting for the driver to come around to open his door, he slid across the seat to exit closest to the tree. As soon as he was out of the car, he went straight for it, scanning the ground around the base, then the lower branches with no idea what he was looking for. Until he found it. Those were definitely rope burns on those bare, lower branches. Damn. “It’s a hanging tree.” Encountering a child was the last thing Nadir had expected, though he hadn’t really been sure what to expect. Not knowing what to say to the little person who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, he said nothing as she continued. “Some say the ghosts of the poor fools hung on that tree haunt it, tied to its roots for eternity.” Wait, this little person couldn’t be more than five maybe. Should she know how to talk like that? “My daddy died on that tree.” What? She just stood there, a riot of midnight colored curls falling all around her face and over her shoulders, looking up at him as if what she just said was perfectly normal. In fact, she looked pleased with her tiny fists resting on her hips. With her chin up, her back straight she continued to stare even when he didn't reply. What could he possibly say? Her expression didn’t change as she waited him out. Nor did she stop staring at him directly in the eye as if she was his equal. No, as if she were above him, as regal as a queen in her frilly little dress and bare dirty feet. With skin the color of toasted caramel, the imp had eyes that were almost amethyst with spikes of marine blue. Those eyes carried wisdom a little girl shouldn’t have. Who was she? “My mama ain’t gonna marry you.” Giving him a sweeping look from head to foot she shook her head as if she felt sorry for him. Sorry for him. No one felt sorry for him. “You might as well just turn around and go home.” “Angel Flower! What have I told you about using proper grammar?” Nadir had no idea where the voice of the grown woman admonishing the little girl was coming from. He couldn’t take his eyes off the fascinating child in front of him who was currently rolling her eyes. “Pardon me. My mother isn’t going to marry, so I am afraid your trip to my house is a big, fat bust!” To emphasize her point, she raised her little chin even higher while also raising a brow as well as any fifty-year-old man. Laughter bubbled up from somewhere deep inside Nadir’s gut. It started out rusty, like an old pipe suddenly flooded with a rush a water after laying dry for about a decade. Soon peals of pure, unadulterated mirth filled his body, echoing across the courtyard.