How do you live when you know you're going to die? Rebecca King had a broken heart, literally. Congenital Heart Disease has given her less than a year to live. Hopefully, that'll be enough time to complete every task on her bucket list. However difficult, she finally comes to terms with her imminent demise. Then fate delivers an unexpected distraction. Due to a horrific accident that left his wife on life support, Nick Cato, narcotics investigator, is trapped behind a wall of loneliness and grief. However, he had no way of knowing that destiny would deliver a gift strong enough to quell the sadness. But will he allow guilt to keep him from embracing his happy ending?

    This motto has served him well as the head of the Yakuza family in Canarsie, Brooklyn. However, when he meets a soulful beauty with locs from Brownsville with her own set of rules, things aren’t as clear, or easy as they used to be. Oshun Sampson has worked hard to clean up her beloved Brownsville, Brooklyn. She's sacrificed everything, including her own happiness, for the cause. She’ll be damned if she allows anyone the chance to destroy the progress she and her community have made. With the looming threat of the Canarsie Yakuza family closing in, the sexy new patron with the captivating eyes is a dangerous distraction she can’t afford. Two powerful leaders with one distinct line drawn between them. Will their passion be enough to hold them together? Or, will bedding the enemy result in a bloody war that tears them and their communities apart?

    Do you know what that can do to a professionally trained hitman? Now I work for a government organization. My next assignment is to infiltrate the Marchand’s crew. The information given is vague. But what rouses my interest is that the family “business” of crooks I’m to investigate includes a Bajan little sister whose lips are the definition of sex and trouble. And yet Natalia’s soft curves are off limits—and not because her brothers will bash my head in. No. It’s because she is capable of killing me herself. Natalia Marchand Anything a man can do, I can do it better. I’ve lived by that credo my entire life, and with my dangerous ‘job’ it’s always been true. I’m a rich man’s kryptonite. I can pretend to desire you and then execute a plan to take everything you own. My brothers and I live dangerous lives. Then in walks muscles, murky green eyes, and a cocky smile. August needs a place to stay, and he’s saved my kid brother’s life. Now, he’s a god to all my brothers—but can he really be trusted? My guts say no. I'll put a bullet to his head if my intuition is right.

    And he definitely isn’t a man who takes no for an answer. It’s that drive, learned from childhood, that aided in his ability to turn around his company, Zerlinger Beer and Spirits, into the success it is today. That’s why’s it’s especially imperative that Zerlinger Beers’ holiday season goes well with its many holiday brand extensions. The last thing on Ian’s mind is women, more specifically, dating, unless it’s his need for a date for one of the many holiday events he’ll be attending over the season. Naturally, in walks Stacia Langton, a flight attendant for the private airline Ian readily uses. Upon their first encounter, Ian is as dismissive of Stacia as he is of just about everyone else he encounters. However, on the night of Thanksgiving, while both are volunteering at a shelter, Ian’s callous comments rankle Stacia’s nerves one too many times. Unable to stop herself, Stacia let’s Ian know exactly what she thinks of him. Now Ian can’t keep the seemingly perfectly quaffed woman, with a sometimes sharp tongue, off his mind. That’s when he makes her a proposition she can’t refuse: Be my date over the holiday season or else … What started out as merely a means to acquire someone to have on his arm at the holiday events he has to attend, quickly turns into something deeper. After thousands of miles traveled together, and a few kisses (and more) shared under the mistletoe will Ian and Stacia decide to remain dating once the holiday season is over? Or will one of Ian’s meddling employees destroy what the couple have come value as a genuine friendship leading to something more?

    I don't know what I expected, but nothing could have prepared me for the smart, resourceful woman I invited into my home and into my bed. Every day, she makes me smile. My children may call her "nanny," but it's obvious they think of her as a mother. Though it's only been a month, I can't imagine life without her. I never thought I'd find love again after my wife's death... ...And someone out there is willing to do anything to make sure I don't.

    This is messy. This is ratchet. Girl meets fierce Russian. Girl falls for fierce Russian. But there’s only one little problem. The man of her dreams is already married. And it gets even worse… To her sister. Is there any chance that this love story will end with a happily ever after? Maxim is a steamy, stand-alone, Russian mafia romance. It is not appropriate for readers under 18 due to sizzling HAWT love scenes!

    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. ****

    That one mistake has caused him countless restless nights and many days of savagery. Ready to end this misery he puts his foot down to at least find her and give her a proper resting place. With dozens of people having reached out with information of where her body is buried, only to have been met with a ruthless end for their deceit. Tired and fed up on what would have been his Beauty's twenty-second birthday a tip comes in that rocks not only him but his entire organization.

     If you like gentle and sweet heroes who treat their heroines like a princess, Ezio is not for you. Ezio Sartori married Shakarri Watson for one reason—he needed an heir to his fortune. All the terms were laid out in the contract Ezio’s lawyer drew up. Shakarri agreed because she was desperate to get out from under a debt she couldn’t handle, one left to her by her scheming no good father. But the cost for taking on Ezio’s name might be too high for Shakarri to pay. Ezio is used to everyone obeying his orders, and he expects Shakarri to do the same. The contract she signed specifically states her obligation to please Ezio. Shakarri’s husband wants her pregnant within three to six months, as if a woman can control her body to such a degree. He’s got a lot of demands, chief being Shakarri’s obedience. She’s beginning to think she made a big mistake in marrying Ezio except for two problems. One, Ezio has taken over the payments for her debt, and he can just as easily give them back. Two, intimacy with her husband is far beyond Shakarri’s wildest imagination. There are even times she suspects there’s a heart beating behind the cold exterior. She’s starting to feel something for him. Now she has to decide—does she stay and remain at his mercy for the rest of her life or as long as he has need of her? Or should she run while she still has control of her own heart?

     Mia became my obsession the first night I met her. So irresistibly sweet. So damn sexy. So sinfully tempting. For three months, I’ve watched her, knowing she was my best friend Tyson’s girlfriend. Completely off limits. It would be wrong and inappropriate. But then Mia finds one of Tyson’s notebooks and shows it to me. Everything changes. There are dirty secrets on each page, dark fantasies. Wicked confessions. Tyson is not the person we thought he was. Now, there’s no need for me to be the good guy and play it loyal. Now, I know the truth. Some people are meant to be together forever, no matter what. And you must go after that possibility for love...no matter what. And then there’s some people who are just living nasty, filthy lies. ****Warning**** You should wear a condom while reading this, because this gets filthy. It’s dirtier than I usually write. This stand-alone is only suitable for ages 18+. NO CHEATING: Hero and heroine are not involved in any cheating. HEA guaranteed.

    So I traded in my cheating husband for a one-way ticket to the land of gondolas, cobbled streets and…. sexy daring Italian men kissing me in doorways? Just one…one in particular… LUCA I’m used to it. Fast cars, glitzy galas and a few knockout supermodels on each arm. What I’m not used to is the bronze beauty I caught reveling in the sunlight. There’s something about the way she clings to me when I save her that makes me never want to let her go… Passport ready? Follow Kerry and Luca to Venice in Veronica Maxim's new billionaire romance series! A FREE BONUS copy of Falling For You, another Take Me To Europe Series book INCLUDED in this ecopy! Both are standalone books with no cliffhangers. This romance contains mature language and themes intended for 18+ audiences.

     Scar: I’m known as the Prince with the scar. The bad boy royal. You know, the one serving life for murder. Until my parents, the King and Queen of Genvora, are killed. And now they have no choice but to set me free. I’m the devil who’s about to become King. But before I take the throne, I have some business to attend to. And I feel like taking my hot PR manager along for the ride. Although— there’s something not quite right about her. She doesn’t flinch when I kidnap her. She doesn’t blink when my bullet skims her cheek. No, I don’t trust her at all. And I’m obsessed with finding out why. The Devil Who Would Be King is a (very, very) dark interracial romance. First in the Power Couples series. Be prepared for a jaw-dropping cliffhanger!

    They grew up together and were inseparable from the time they were in diapers until it was time to leave for college. Simon moved to the city, hoping to realize his dream of being a successful doctor, while Jamie stayed in their little no-name town, going to community college and taking care of her sick mother. And though they had promised to keep in touch so nothing would chance between them, their last night together is the last night they see each other for a long time. It's been seven years since then, and neither of them can honestly say that they are completely happy with they way their lives have turned out. But when Simon comes back home for his first visit in seven years, Jamie's feelings for him come back with a vengeance, despite how angry she is at him for essentially cutting her out of his life. She knows that it's not going to go anywhere, not when he's got money and new friends and a fancy life a couple hundred miles away, but for two weeks, she wants to pretend like they have a chance. When a drunken accident results in more than either of them were bargaining for, they will be forced to examine their relationship and see what's there to salvage.

     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.

    Their families want them to marry for the sake of Matty’s dying Grandma... Now it’s simple really; all they have to do is get married and pretend to be a couple in love. There goes that word “love.” The question at hand is do they love each other or is it one-sided? Matty’s problem is that he’s in love with Nico, and Nico’s problem is that she’s in love with Matty, so why is it so hard for them to believe that they have to go through with this? Because they are two people who are in love with each other but hiding it from one another, making their journey much more difficult than it should be. What do you get when you mix Nico’s vibrant, happy, smiling personality with Matty’s angry, annoyed, dominating personality? ... Let the chasing being.