I had sworn off women for the last couple of years because of what one female had done but then she walks in. She’s a natural brunette that has hair down her back and a body that dreams are made of. I fell hard, then one unpredictable disaster struck. How do I make it right again?RiaAfter a very troubled past, I am content with my life. Through love of family and counseling I pulled myself out of the darkness. I finally meet the man of my dreams and then the unthinkable happens. Ghosts from my past have come back to haunt me. Is it real or just coming from my subconscious? Can I trust myself enough to let Jax into my life, or are we both to damaged? Do I trust my ‘dream man' to save us both?

    

     In his penthouse suite. Just the two of us. I'm stunned. And nervous. I've covered hundreds of small time, local fights. This is the chance of a lifetime. The world famous fighter is drop dead gorgeous. Six foot three, ripped, and covered in tattoos. He's got swagger, dimples, and a sexy smile that makes me think it's all for me. He's shaving when I step inside his suite, wearing only a towel. I introduce myself, and he purposely lets it fall to the floor. He steps into the shower, leaving the door ajar. I try to look away, to focus on the interview instead of the way soap suds flow over his flexing muscles. I ask questions while he showers. He flirts. Invites me to join him. “Not happening.” I say, forehead burning. My skin tingles hot all over, and I can't blame the steam. I indulge in a brief professional glance. I manage to get a few quotes despite the distractions. After a few more innuendos, and a final offer to stick around for a casual roll, I thank him for his time, and he promptly kicks me out. Given his growly dismissal, I assume it's the last I'll see of Cage Edwards. Cage Edwards When you want something, go get it. In the ring, or in life. The moment I see her, I know she's mine. Has to be. Those hips, that ass. Everything about her makes my lust burn like whiskey and fire. She’s gorgeous, and I want her. I'm trying to leave the press conference, but not without her. So I point her out, "yeah you" style. Want to do an interview? Of course she does. I'm Cage Edwards. The last time I wanted something this bad was the world title. The belt around my waist. Now all I can think about is being on top of her, with her legs wrapped around me, whimpering my name. The things I will do to her. But she isn't making it easy. Even after I flash the famous smile, and show her the only thing bigger than my winning personality. Every word out of her mouth tells me she isn't like all the rest. Feisty, smart, real. The chase is on. I won't stop. Nothing will keep me from her. This is true love, and I'll fight for it. SCRAPPER, is a 50k word standalone Bad Boy Secret Baby romance novel, with no cheating, and a happily ever after ending.

    It should be here today. My acceptance - or, God forbid, my rejection - to Stable College in Northern Maine. It was the one school I actually cared about getting into out of the seven I applied to. It was a small school compared to a University, but it was of the larger colleges I had come across during my search. Jack was applying there too, and I had always hoped we would stick together past high school since the start of our friendship freshman year. I think he thought the same thing, though he would never admit to it out loud. My feet nearly slid on the slick ground, wet from the first of spring’s cold rain, as I hurried myself to open the mailbox. A fat stack of various envelopes sat inside, waiting for a human hand to rescue them from the cold tin can they were subject to. I snatched them up and quickly sorted through various junk, mostly addressed to my mom. Nothing. I sighed with disappointment. A knot formed in my stomach; the tardiness of the letter felt like a bad sign. I shook my head, forcing negative thoughts out of my mind. It would probably just be here tomorrow. Mail arrives late sometimes.

    He doesn't know about the baby, dog, and two cats. He actually doesn’t know much about me, anymore.But it’s not him I’m really here to see.I’m going to tell Kash something and change his life forever. He’s tall, tatted to the hilt, slightly brooding, and he says and does all the right things.I want to trust him, but my past tells me men can change. Will he always be like this and will he turn out to be the one?KashI could tell she was special and from the moment I met her eleven months ago, and I wanted to make her mine. But she asked me to go without any contact.When the curious kitten with a body so hot it could melt metal takes a little time away from the baby, she asks me to lay down a design on her pristine skin.But the session gets away from both of us and I can't take back what I do or say.Her brother finds us and it’s never good when Cray’s involved.She can trust me. But maybe I can’t trust myself around her.

    

    Eight sisters, tangled in romance. Emery Moore moved away from home after finishing her juris doctorate. She was a successful corporate attorney and had been living in Washington D. C. for the past five years. It wasn’t often that she returned home to Atlanta, but the love of her family drew her back. Emery had success in so many facets of her life, but she hadn’t been as lucky in love. The word love was unsettling for Emery; it was loaded with notions of submissiveness and sacrifice, the loss of self and being dependent on another person. Notions Emery wasn’t sure she wanted. Yet, there was someone Emery couldn’t shake her soul loose of and she tussled with her heart and the sensible tug in her mind daily. Evan Stanton Esq. had been an integral part of Emery Moore’s life for the past six months. He like she, was an attorney. During the day, the attorneys at law litigated from different sides of the aisle; fighting with everything they had for their clients. But for the past few months, business was left at the door, and the fighting ended as Evan and Emery delved into uncharted territory. Evan loved how Emery felt in his arms. The curve of her hips, the arch in her back made it difficult to keep his hands off her. It wasn’t always like this. Emery had to be pursued, and although Evan was attracted to her unapologetic disposition in the courtroom, along with her sophisticated air, Emery was a challenge; one that Evan planned to take on full steam ahead.

     Ceana Morvell sees her quiet life as a healer collapse, in the blink of an eye. At the sight of her parent’s desecrated graves, her heart breaks in two. Handed a key by her grandmother and bid to protect it at all costs, she is forced to flee under the cover of night. Raghnall MacCramhain, Laird of Mhaol Chaluim, struggles to protect his territory from English attacks. When a stunning but secretive healer appears at his doorstep, he finds it hard to focus on anything but her. Unable to resist their passion, the couple surrenders to their overpowering desire. But as their bond strengthens, Ceana’s presence attracts unwanted attention… When a hooded figure attacks Ceana and leads her to a secret place, she is given one sole choice: surrender the key or watch her grandmother perish. As she gazes upon a face she knows all too well, realization dawns: not only her time with Raghnall is over but she has also just stepped into the lion's den. *Healing the Tormented Highlander is a steamy Scottish historical romance novel of 80,000 words (around 400 pages). No cheating, no cliffhangers, lots of steam and a happy ending. Get this book for free with Kindle Unlimited!

    One will. A marriage and a baby, or we lose everything. I’d taken care of Ben Winston during his final days, and was there for him when his own family deserted him so why did he punish me during the reading of his will? The lawyer said that I have to marry his grandson, Curt, within three months of the reading of the will for the two of us to inherit half of the land. After that, we have to have a baby within one year to secure the other half of the estate; if we don’t, we both lose everything to charity. He was my first kiss. My first boyfriend. My first….everything. We both need the money for different reasons so we decide to play house just long enough to get what we both need, and then we can divorce, right? The problem is, I never thought Curt Winston could make me fall in love with him all over again. I should’ve known he’d play for keeps, especially once I was carrying his baby. The Cowboy's Hope is a full-length second chance romance novel. It contains sexy scenes, no cheating, and a happily ever after. For a limited time, I've included FREE bonus content for your enjoyment!

    

    Tempting AF.Old enough to be my father,But I didn't care.I came to Las Vegas with no money to my name.No way to make it on my own.All I knew was the one place that made my dad smile.The only picture I had of him was in front of that iconic sign.But there was someone else in that picture.My dad's best friend.I didn't even know his name,Until he whispered it in my ear.By the time we made the connection, we were in over our heads...Kelli's Note: What Happens in Vegas is the first book in the Dad's Best Friend series. Each book is a standalone, so they can be read in any order.

    My brother's best friend.My long time tormentor.A whole pile of trouble in one hot package.I should hate him. I should tell him no. But I want to feel him touch me, kiss me, taste me. If I give in, I'm crossing a threshold that cannot be undone.Rowan. Annoying.Little. Nerd.She had never been anything but amusement, someone to poke fun at. But she's changed. She's all grown up. And I want her.No matter who it hurts, she's going to be mine.Falling for the Tormentor is a bully romance, for mature audiences.

    When fun-loving Elise Stevens lost her mother six years ago, she worked hard to score a job at the Royal Palm Resort-the job that would enable her to finish her mother's bucket list. Now she's working hard to get a shot at buying her childhood home back, but only if she can earn the money before they sell to someone else.Billionaire Merit Casselman pours all of his focus into running his business, or at least he does until his business partner decides that Merit needs to refill his creative well and thinks a vacation at The Royal Palm might do the trick. Merit would rather hide out and work, but his business partner also hired a personal activities director to make sure he doesn't.But after connecting with Elise over sandcastles, an unplanned couples spa day, dancing at the Midsummer Ball, and spending every day with her, Merit discovers that there might just be more to life than work.When Merit's business partner offers Elise a bonus that's large enough that she'd be able to put an offer on her childhood home, it feels like a gift dropped into her lap. But when their newfound love threatens each of their lifelong dreams, can their relationship survive?

    Will her cowboy be the solution to her problems...or only add more to her life?

     Jack Gard and Catlyn Lyte’s budding romance begins in high school. Although Jack cares for Catlyn, he refuses to get into a relationship with Catlyn because of her age. Then Catlyn is assaulted, and her world is torn apart when Jack sides with his best friend, giving him an alibi. Devastated, Catlyn flees Newburgh, NY. Twenty-five years later, someone is assaulting and killing young, African-American women in Chief of Detectives Jack Gard’s hometown. Working against an escalating killer, Jack requests help from a special division of the FBI. Enter Supervisory Special Agent Catlyn Lyte. She has always done her job well but is wary of working with someone she doesn't trust. Nevertheless, Sparks fly between the two officials as Catlyn puts herself in the path of their quarry. Can two ex-friends try to bury their differences to solve, not only the mystery of the Newburgh Slasher, but also the mystery that ruined their budding romance twenty-five years ago?