Her jerk of an ex-fiancé threw her out of the house after she caught him in bed with the neighbor, and now she’s struggling just to keep her head above water long enough to finish her nursing degree. But one desperate trip to a local dive bar results not only in a hot, delicious night with gorgeous billionaire mogul Grant Beal—the best sex she's ever had—but also in the realization that she’s landed herself in the middle of a war between werewolf packs. Not only does Zenobia’s lover happen to be the alpha leader of one of the packs, but the night of pleasure she shared with him left her pregnant. Now, as the mother-to-be of his heir and successor, she has no choice but to flee her old life and stay close to Grant in his mansion—and his bed. Her old life gone for good, can Zenobia find a way to accept her new one and come to find more than just acceptance at the side of the White Wolf—maybe even love? This is part one of a four-part serialized Fantasy Erotic Romance. This part has a length of about 15,000 words. It contains strong sexual content and is not intended for readers under 18.

      Valentine French may be the sassiest dating columnist in New York City, but the abundance of metrosexuals in her adopted metropolis is seriously cramping her style. Where are the beefy all-American boys? Hoping to find some inspiration, Val heads to Alaska, where the men outnumber the women fifteen to one and wrestle grizzly bears for sport. Or so she can only imagine. Suddenly the most eligible bachelorette in a town full of horny lumberjacks, Val is writing her best columns ever. But if she doesn’t get her nose out of her laptop, she just might miss out on Mr. Right.   Logan Burke is the sheriff of the little podunk town that Val finds so charmingly backward. He’s not that different from the guys she’s using for her little experiment; it’s just that one date would never be enough for Logan. As he listens to Val complain about love over beers in the local tavern, he realizes that she can’t see the forest for the trees. Because if she would ever give up her Prada bags and fourteen-dollar martinis, Logan would give her the only luxury that matters: his heart.

    . .There are disadvantages to being an heiress, as Eliza Martin knows well. Fortune hunters corner her, friends become opportunistic, and lately, someone is engineering "accidents" to propel her into marriage. Not one to be bullied, Eliza needs the right man to infiltrate the nest of suitors. . . . . .So Do Certain MenBy all measures, Jasper Bond is the wrong man for the job. He can't dance, isn't known for his restraint, and his blood heats whenever he's near his latest employer. Eliza Martin insists no one will believe an intellectual like her could be seduced by a man of action like Jasper, but the combination of his desire and her mystery makes the case one he can't resist. Client satisfaction is a point of pride and it's his pleasure to prove he's just the man she needs after all. . . "Everything romance readers expect and more." --RT Book Reviews

     I’m the last living heir to the Romero drug empire, and the glory shines like $hit. With money and power comes death and destruction. I lived it. I suffered through it. And then I found her. I didn’t know her name was Holland. I didn’t know she was a violin prodigy. I didn’t know she was the one pure and good thing I’d capture for my own. And then I destroyed her. She carried my child. My hope. My legacy. And I had to protect them both...even if it meant doing the unthinkable. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a full-length, stand alone bwwm romance with a HEA and no cliffhanger! $0.99 for a limited time. Regular price will be $2.99!

    But when Maddie calls him over to help fix her faulty sink, he’s a goner. Too bad the fiercely independent interior designer wants nothing to do with him. Even worse, he’s forced to rely on the advice of his nosy brothers — and his five-year-old nephew! — to figure out how to make her give him a shot.

    But when she meets John Malone, a stud of a cop, and they develop a deep bond based, not only on hot sex and passion, but on mutual respect and admiration, her life changes forever. Police Captain John Malone never dreamed a young, slip of a girl like Shay Turner could make him gladly turn in his player card, but that’s exactly what happens. First he respects her spunk and her refusal to kiss up to the powers that be, including him. Then he falls hard for her body, a body that gives him the kind of pleasure he’d always longed for. But when he falls deeply in love with her, and others in town aren’t all too thrilled with their union, he realizes that loving Shanay isn’t going to be as easy as cherishing her and being completely devoted to her. He has to protect her, too.Loving her Soul Mate is the story of a May-December, interracial romance where two people share a bond that constantly gets tested. And they fight with all they have to overcome every test.

    Of course, he caught me on more than one occasion, and winked.When the gorgeous stranger and his equally hot date suddenly appeared at our table, I thought he was going to rat me out.But instead, he pretended we knew each other and joined us—telling elaborate, embarrassing stories about our fake childhood.My date suddenly went from boring to bizarrely exciting.When it was over and we parted ways, I thought about him more than I would ever admit, even though I knew I’d never see him again.I mean, what were the chances I’d run into him again in a city with eight million people?Then again…What were the chances a month later he’d wind up being my new sexy boss?

     Some women just have it — that combination of stunning looks and sexual confidence that brings men to their knees.Not me. My last boyfriend once fell asleep while we were … you know. Not my proudest moment.And my crush on my hot, arrogant, and oh-so-unattainable CEO? Never going to happen.But one night, after too much wine, I find myself online, creating a profile for a sex kitten called SweetVixen. Safe behind my computer screen, I’m suddenly the seductive goddess of my wildest imagination. Next thing I know, I’ve spent a month sharing every filthy fantasy I’ve ever had with a man I know only as Mister Bigshot. A man who can make my toes curl with just a few keystrokes. A man who brings new meaning to the eggplant emoji. A man who now wants to meet in person. Dressed in my rarely-used little black dress and heels higher than my expectations, I gather my courage and cross the restaurant toward the stranger who’s been teasing me mercilessly all month. But then I come to a dead stop. Right in the middle of the restaurant. Frozen in place like a deer in the candlelight.Because the man sitting there waiting on me is no stranger.The man I’ve bared everything to — and I do mean everything — is none other than my hot, arrogant, and oh-so-unattainable CEO.Mister Bigshot is … my boss. And trust me, there’s no emoji for the look he's giving me right now ...

    And maybe everyone wants what they can’t have, but I should’ve thought it over before I accepted the key and unlocked the door to their forbidden world.Number One is mostly silent. He watches me with them very carefully. His gaze never wanders. His interest never wanes.Number Two is mostly gentle. But it’s the other side of him I like best. The wild side.Number Three is mostly reserved. He refuses to cross the line. Even when I beg.It was carnal, it was sensual, and it was erotic. That’s it. That’s all it was supposed to be. A trip into the dark. A peek into the forbidden.I just didn’t expect to like them.*****I heard the door open and close and said nothing. And the footsteps coming down the hallway towards the bedroom. I even heard him say, “Hey.” So softly. “You awake?” Like he didn’t want to wake me.I listened as he stepped into the closet. There was that slick sound a man makes when he pulls his tie through his shirt collar. I heard the unclasping of his watch. The jingle of his belt buckle and the shuffle of his pants as they dropped to the floor.I even heard his moan as he stood over me. I could feel his shadow from the streetlamp outside like it was heat.Then the bed creaked, the mattress sank. And his warm, hard body straddled me.Still, I said nothing.I just buried my face in the sweet scent of the pillow and closed my eyes, feigning sleep.“Rochelle,” he whispered, leaning over me. His fingertips gently brushed the hair away from my shoulder. His mouth pressed against my skin. “Did you miss me? God, I’ve missed you. Two weeks is too long. We need to renegotiate.”He nipped my neck. Kissed it. Licked my ear as he positioned himself to begin.And I said… nothing.Even though my name is not Rochelle. That’s why I’m here. Tied up and gagged inside the closet. Sitting in the dark as three men on the other side of the door argue about where Rochelle went, why I was in her bed, and what they should do next.I should be scared but I’m not.I should be screaming, but I won’t.Because this just feels very, very right.And the only thing on my mind is… what will happen next?

    I'm a woman's basketball semi-pro coach with a dream to make it to the top. One offer from a team owner has me rethinking everything I thought I wanted for my career. The problem is, we do not fundamentally agree on basic issues. I take a knee at every game and he defended those that deny my core belief. He needs to leave me alone. I want nothing to do with a man and especially him. Harvey Black They told me I couldn't do it and I showed them. I showed them all. Why can't I show her? Zora McCoy, the woman who grates my nerves and makes me want to take her against a wall. She's smart, loyal and wants NOTHING to do with me. Yet, when she has my back, I know that she is what I need. When I lose her trust, I also know, it's her that I must have. By any means necessary. This IR/BWWM novel is raw, yet sexy and an HEA. For a limited time only, check out bonus material in the back.

    I tear the tag off whatever my sister gifts me, add a five-dollar amazon gift card, and hand it off to him.It’s not until my sister sends me a text that I realize how terrible of a decision that was.Georgia: Why haven’t you sent me a 'LOL' about the brand-new vibrator I got you? I really do hope that you use your boss’s face as a muse, like my note says. :-)If that’s not bad enough, this year’s "luxury trip" will be in my hometown--the place I've avoided for years. At the resort that my grandmother owns...If the universe gets me out of this, I will never ‘regift’ anything ever again…

    Working in an accounting firm, she has both a likable personality and the brains to move herself forward in life. That said, the first thing that catches billionaire entrepreneur Tony's eye is her pretty face and fuller figure. Never one to let what he wants slip by easily, he follows the beauty looking for a reason to introduce himself. When he discovers she's an accountant, he might just be able to kill two birds with one stone. When she woke that morning, the last thing Sophie expected was to not only meet the man of her dreams, but to enter into a fast moving world-wind romance with a mysterious Russian Billionaire. Will it all be too much for Sophie? Or will this be her dream playing out like she's always felt she deserved? Find out in this all new BWWM billionaire romance by Cher Etan. Contains romance, scandals, and love scenes so hot you'll need to open the windows. Suitable for over 18s only due to sexual scenes with a curvy African American woman and a handsome Russian Caucasian man.

    commitment? Marley Mason is dreading the arrival of the new business consultant. After all, this man will most likely outsource her job to China. The last thing she would expect is a case of mistaken identity, leading to false accusations of kidnapping when she attempts to pick up the wrong man at the airport, or worse... that she would have such a visceral reaction to the right man.Rick Randy is super sexy, scandalously flirty and perfect masturbation material, but a relationship is out of the question. Rick is contracted on a temporary basis to fix Marley’s ailing company, then pull out, although as he expresses to Marley, pulling out is difficult for him, in more ways than one! Marley’s feelings range from utter confusion to intense contemplation as Rick charms his way into her life. All of those C-words Marley can control, but it’s the other C-word she fears—commitment.

    Ditch him in Rome. 2. Take the train to Naples for pizza. 3. Let the attractive older man you’ve just met buy you a drink. 4. Flirt a little (or a lot) while ignoring his wedding ring.5. Let him bend you over a table. 6. Break up with your boyfriend. --SalThere are a lot of ways to respond to the news that your wife is trying to kill you. I have sex with the young American who stumbles into my restaurant. And then I get revenge.Content warnings: assassination attempt (gunshot)maimingtorturediscussion of murder

    And why on earth would he think she's taking pictures of him, anyway? Who is he? One thing’s for sure, he’s hot, and incredibly romantic, feeding Natalie’s wounded soul.Luke Williams just wants the world to give him a break, so seeing yet another camera aimed at his face has him ready to pounce on the beauty behind the lens. When he finds out she has no idea who he is, he's intrigued and more than a little tempted by her. Natalie has a body made for sex, a sassy mouth and Luke can’t get enough of her, but he’s not ready to tell her who he really his.Natalie is a no nonsense girl who doesn’t do well with lies and secrets. What will happen to this new relationship when she discovers what Luke’s hiding?