But all it takes is one explosive Sunday and an attraction that runs too deep to ignore to turn their worlds - and the way they see each other - upside down.Author's Note: This book contains strong language and sexual content with dark elements, some of which readers may find uncomfortable.

     Inexplicable Delilah was a stripper, trying to make a better life for herself. Edward was a professor from old money trying to save his nephew from a femme fatale. They had nothing in common, no reason to come together, no reason to love one another. Irrepressible No matter how Delilah tried to deny her feelings for Edward, he would not allow her to run away from what they both couldn’t deny. As passion crackled and flamed between them, Delilah found herself swept away by Edward with a ferocity that would not be denied. Irresistible Sometimes love will not be denied. Sometime passion will not be tamed. Two forces come together and cannot break apart.

    It was the first thing I noticed that day until he stood. His grey sweatpants hung off his hips and I didn’t want to look. I really didn’t. I’m a feminist. I don’t believe in objectifying men. I don’t catcall men. I don’t ogle the bodies of men. I don’t view men as objects of my affection rather than complex people with feelings, wants, and needs of their own. I don’t treat men the way society often treats women. I treat men the way I want to be treated as a woman—with respect! So, when Carlos ran into me while I was reviewing my interview questions in the park, it surprised me to see my photography classmate out of context. I was also surprised to see as much of him as I did.It wasn’t just that it caught my eye. It was the fact that it held my attention.It wasn’t just that it was large. It was the fact that it was visibly large.It wasn’t just that it was Carlos Richmond. It was the fact that I am Akila Bishara.And I am not seduced by anything other than intelligent conversation, witty rapport, and meaningful actions.I am not seduced by a dick print. I am not. Seriously, I’m not.

    From USA Today Bestselling Author Khardine Gray writing as Bella Fontaine… There are two things in this world that I’m certain of: 1. Money doesn’t grow on trees. 2. Caine Donoghue is the devil. He’s the kind of guy who’s sexy, knows it, and uses his charm to fool you. It doesn’t help that he’s an Ex-Navy man with all that hard muscle and a body built like a god. He’s the devil. It sounds harsh, but it’s true. I should know because I practically grew up with him. I had to endure many summers of his evil. So I should know. However, the day came when the man decided to go and shock me. It only took a fifteen-year absence in each other’s lives, but…one major act of kindness that saved the person I loved most dissolved the barrier I placed up to keep him out. I never saw it coming. Me, trapped in the charm he oozed. Me, trapped in the temptation that lured me to him just from his sinful sexy smile. Me, getting lost in a man I thought was my worse nightmare. Caine Donoghue sucked me into a sizzling hot, whirlwind romance that was so scorching it would make hell feel like the artic. He unlocked something inside me. But…us being together unlocked something else. We unlocked secrets from the past that should have stayed hidden. Secrets that tangle the past with the present, and will affect the future. Secrets that could destroy us. It’s only a matter of time. Then it won’t matter what I think … If you like hot, steamy, romance with gorgeous, drool-worthy ex-military men that will make you melt, you will like this book. Scroll up and one-click your copy today!

    I shouldn’t have let the surrogate agency talk me into using Tasha Williams, but she was my only option – or so they said. But now, I’ve got a black baby that should have been born white. Tasha may have duped me, but I’m not letting her off the hook. The contract says the baby is mine and there’s nothing she can do about it. Tasha: When I found the surrogate ad, all I wanted to do was make some quick bank to move into a better neighborhood with my four-year-old daughter, Nikki. Now I’ve got a baby that I want, with a piece of paper that says I can’t have him. But I promise he will be part of our lives – contract or not. And be claimed by Blake Adams? He better not count on it. The Baby is Mine is a complete, standalone BWWM romance novel with no cliffhanger. It contains some intense, steamy scenes and is not recommended for readers under 18. What about a happy ending? You’ll have to read to find out!

    Funny and charming, yet pragmatic and brutally honest, she doesn’t quite care if the truth hurts others or not, never mind if it’s the winter holidays or any other time of year. One fateful evening, she meets the man of her dreams and is challenged to change the way she perceives life.Officer Brett Mason is easygoing, charming, and authentic. Cincinnati winters can be brutal, and one night when he’s out helping drivers get home safely, he meets a woman that takes him on a winding life adventure beyond his dreams.This is a story about two people who are ready for love, but get lost along the way, until they find one another.Come along for a comical and romantic ride, where the sleigh bells ring, hark the Harold angels sing, and love brews that’s more than just a fling…

     The masked man who’s murdered five. His specialty is in broken love and he shows no signs of stopping what he does best: killing. Diana Carson is determined to find out who Cupid really is with the financial backing from millionaire, Asher Bishop. Together, they’ll embark on a journey to find Cupid, but can they do it before they destroy each other? And is the hunt worth the kill?

    Or optimism in general. After a breakup that shredded her self-esteem, and earning a so-far-useless art degree, the only thing she's (barely) living for is a dream home way of out of reach. So when outgoing Irishman Dylan Healy keeps getting in her face, she's sure there's a catch. He's challenging her idle creativity. He's as kind as he is charismatic. And he's sparking a hunger Hope didn't know she had. Suddenly she's willing to try everything and anything--especially Dylan himself. Dylan has enough on his plate between launching his online greeting card company and starting an art-themed daycare center. But he can't resist teasing Hope out of her cynical shell, turning her ideas into crazy-profitable success--or wanting more of the vibrant, sensual woman she truly is. Now he's willing to put everything on the line to convince her that what's between them is not only real, but worth a lifetime of dreams ...

    Oh, no! The bastard had to go and get himself murdered. Guess who the first suspect is! When Shakira is found innocent despite all the evidence pointing to her being the killer, she realizes that being a good girl isn't all it's cracked out to be. One night of sin couldn't possibly hurt, could it? Nathan Hollis has bad boy and ‘no commitment here’ written all over his gorgeous tattooed body. Which makes him perfect for Shakira’s plans. One night! Strictly sex! No follow-up! However her wickedly sexy one-night stand has a hidden agenda of his own - that starts with sticking around. A woman suspected of murder! A man on a revenge mission! What could go wrong?

    Too bad he and Leila James are on opposite sides of an important issue - he has plans for the neighbourhood around her new cafe. In fact, she ought to consider him her enemy. But Leila's blown away just watching him walk toward her.

     *Synopses are inside *

    He thinks that he is going to be immortal and he must accomplish this by taking the heart of women. He has done it before and now since Kelly has seen him, he has decided that she will complete his process. Her heart will be the one to make him a god.. Kelly has stepped into this killer's line of fire and now she is in danger. The one thing she remembers and passes on to the police, is the killer is a soldier. When Lieutenant TJ Chapel questions Kelly, they start out on the wrong foot, but soon they are thrown together. The only way he can protect Kelly from a killer who seems to know their every move is to take her to where she grew up, an island in the Caribbean. There in the lush island paradise of Barbados and the crystal blue sea, Kelly and TJ find passion and love in the midst of danger. Will Kelly be able to escape the madman's clutches? Will they be able to find paradise in each other's arms?

    She had to repeat it often, as Nick was hot beyond all reason. With a crazy-built body, a wicked sense of humour, and brains, he was the kind of man who could bring a woman pleasure with little more than a sideways glance. She had to give herself a slap on the wrist whenever she caught herself looking. And she looked...a lot. Looking at Nick made her eyes feel good; being with Nick made her feel good. And she needed to feel good considering the state of her life. Her father had recently passed away, she was drowning in debt, and she was being hounded for money at every turn. It wasn’t the creditors who had her worried...it was those other guys. Deep down, she knew Nick could make everything better, but she wasn’t going to ruin their friendship. She really wanted to...but she couldn't. While she might playfully call him “Soprano,” Nick was her sweet dude. She could look...and fantasize...and drool discreetly, but she must not touch. Everyone knew how Nick felt about Gina. Everyone except for Gina. Ten years was a long time to wait for the girl you love to get a clue, especially when it only took him a month to realise he wanted to worship at the altar of her body every day for the rest of his life. He’d dated other women, but all along he’d known Gina was the one for him. Gina wasn’t just good for him, she was perfect for him. She met all the requirements for the sort of woman his family would approve of: a) she could cook Italian better than his mother (don’t tell his mother) and b) she spoke Italian beautifully. The only problem was c) she wasn’t a nice Italian girl who would walk ten paces behind him, do everything he commanded and ask no questions. He knew C wasn’t going to happen in this lifetime, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.All she needed to do was meet his own two requirements: love sex and love him. While he wasn’t sure if she loved sex, he’d spent many nights imagining just how much she could do. Did her beautiful chocolate skin taste as good as it looked? Would she moan his name or scream it when he brought her to climax? Best friends for a decade, they shared everything...except what his family really did for a living. Impatient at the best of times, Nick kept telling himself to wait for the right time to reveal the truth. Then an incident that put Gina in real danger made him realise he was done waiting around. It also made him admit what everyone else already knew: Gina was unequivocally his. No one else was going to sweep in and take what belonged to him. Da Canavezes never let anyone take from them, and only those who wanted to meet God sooner rather than later attempted such a thing. Once he got around the whole Hi, Soprano!, Bye, Soprano!, Can you make me a cup of tea, Soprano? platonic-friendship nonsense that had up to now categorized their relationship, Nick vowed to get around to teaching her new phrases like Harder, Soprano!, Deeper, Soprano!, You're going to make me break the sound barrier when I scream out your name, Soprano! Knowing just how independent Gina was, he decided he’d give her space to accept that being Mrs. Da Canaveze was what the future held. Of course, he’d keep giving her his intense lovemaking until he’d convinced her. After he’d “convinced” her, maybe then he'd mention what he and his family really did for a living. It might make a difference with everyone else, but he wouldn't let Gina use that to keep him away from her. He would explain it. She would definitely yell. He would put his foot down. She was his. End of story. And then all hell broke loose in the guise of his mother. Nick finally found his hands full. He had a woman to try to keep hold of, an overbearing mother to calm down, and “business” to deal with. Gina might see the Da Canaveze name simply as the surname that would soon be hers, but that name was whispered with respect. Gina might think of him as her “dude” but those who’d crossed him populated more than a few unmarked graves. And he’d already reserved one for the man who’d dared to send his goons after his woman. London is one hell of a big city, but is it big enough to contain the romance of Gina and Nick? Gina might want Nick, but the fiercely independent Londoner is going to make Nick earn her. Being a determined, sexy male, Nick is more than up for the challenge. He’s going to make Gina his wife, and no one is going to get in the way. Not even the future Mrs. De Canaveze.

     WARNING: If Eyes Wide Shut and The Da Vinci Code had a one night stand in a dark alley while it was raining, then this novel would be there baby. The main setting of this story is a masquerade ball where sex lathers every inch of the castle, and all masked guests are welcome to explore any desire. BLURB: Roman, the Sex Tycoon of Europe, requested that Emily interview him. He's invited her to his exclusive masquerade ball in London. She'll be the only reporter there, partying among the most powerful people in the world. But there's something bigger going on at this party where masks hide the wicked, and sex happens in and out of the shadows. There are lives at stake, and Roman is certain that Emily can help. All he has to do is keep his hands off of her long enough to take down an evil man called the Devil. But it's hard to focus with a woman like Emily and the more he's around her, he's thinking less about the plans and wondering more about the many ways he can make her moan. EXCERPT: Roman had the kind of face that stroked the wicked parts of the body—ripe lips, tanned skin, midnight hair and a smooth grin. Strong and defined, his cheekbones made me want to nibble them. His jaw was a work of art in a deep, catastrophic way, because although it was beautiful I wanted to do so many naughty things to it. Things that one didn’t do with a human jaw. I wanted to rub my sex all over its angular length until I came. I wanted to use my nipples to trace circles all over it. I wanted to fuck him hard. I wanted to bite. I wanted to gnaw. I wanted to grip his bed sheets and moan as he moved on top of me.

    He tells me he wants to buy some music, and later on, wants to get to know me a little better.I had no idea he was here for his American debut, nor that he was one of the most successful rappers South Korean music had ever seen. If I had, I might not have been so frazzled when I found out and accidentally kidnapped him.But then again...Maybe that wouldn’t have mattered anyway.