He’s ditched the wings and silly bow and arrows in exchange for something more powerful: a dating app he designed called Cupid’s Arrow.Valentine’s is Gavin’s favorite night of the year, and Cupid’s Arrow is hosting a singles event at the hottest club in town. Gavin is ready to sit back and watch the fun—until she walks in.Chloe has given her friend an hour at this singles party before she walks out. The naughty candy hearts and gimmicky drinks amuse her, as does each person's attempt at charming their way into her bed, but Chloe isn’t swayed—until a man who calls himself Cupid joins her at the bar.Sweet Girl is an adult, short one-night smutty Valentine’s Day novella. Please check inside for Content Warnings.

    It was all to protect her, all to know her.
 She liked her tea with milk and sugar, extra sweet just like I knew her lips would be if I were to kiss her.
I was desperate for her.
 She chewed on her pencil when she was concentrating, her little tongue coming out and moving along her bottom lip.
 I was hungry for her.
 She played with the ends of her hair when she was nervous, her fingers delicate, long, like she played piano, her nails painted pink.
 The things I thought about her doing with those tiny hands.
 And she bit her bottom lip when she was worried, those straight white teeth sinking into the red flesh, like an apple being broken into, the crack of it consuming. 
I didn’t deny I wanted her. I didn’t even try and hide it.
Innocent. That’s what she was.
I stalked her, knew her every like and dislike … obsessed over her.
I wanted her as I’d never wanted anything in my life. And I told myself that watching her, following her, was to keep her safe. To keep her mine.
I was her professor. She was my student. It was wrong to need her the way I did. But she consumed me like I was gasping to breathe and she was oxygen. 
I was a selfish bastard, and when it came to Grace, I wanted her all to myself.

    If you are squeamish or draw a hard line at strong themes, this book may not be for you, and that’s okay. Brooklyn... Drowning in plain sight while everyone can see you is terrifying. But more than anything it’s lonely. And sometimes withstanding the weight of being alone is worse than anything. The only thing that helped me cope was cutting. Sinking a razor into my arm over and over pushed air into my lungs even though it hurt me in the long run. It was the only way I could breathe. Until I found him. He wasn’t supposed to ever be mine and my sick mind wasn’t supposed to look at him the way I did. Like he hung the moon and the stars. But he made me float And floating felt so much better than drowning. I never wanted to leave his side once I realized he was the reason I could finally breathe again. I knew the world would try to pull us apart. I knew the demons inside of me would try to sabotage our love around every corner… I knew our minds were warped for wanting to be together… We were vile. Immoral. Sin personified. But I was willing to slay every demon and heal every cut if it meant I could be with him.

    But when our parents got married, things got confused. As if being a teenager isn't confusing enough. All I knew was that the feelings I had for him weren't okay.I’ll never forget the anxiety I felt the night I ran into him at a party that had gotten out of control. I saw him standing around with the popular kids as soon as I walked in the door. And he saw me, too. He always saw me. It was talking to me that he avoided. I watched his buddy spin an empty wine bottle on the butcher block while my friend Brandi rummaged in her oversized purse for the two bottles of hard lemonade her older sister gave us. When the spinning bottle stopped, I realized everyone was staring at me. “Looks like you’ve gotta kiss Jen,” some jock said to Ethan. I felt the color drain from my face, taking the moisture in my mouth with it as a suffocating panic grew in my chest. I was going to be found out. Ethan laughed it off. “Yeah, that’s not happening. She’s my sister.” “Not really, though,” his buddy insisted. The eruption of laughter and jeering sounds made the dim kitchen feel like a jungle full of predators, and I was sure my cheeks were going to burst into flames. “Don’t be stupid,” Ethan said, tilting a can of beer over his mouth. When his friend spun the bottle again, Ethan glanced back at me one more time and wiped the back of his hand across his lips. I’ve been wondering what it would be like to kiss him ever since. **Author's note: This is a full-length, standalone romance novel with no cliffhanger and no cheating. It is intended for a mature audience and has an ending that will leave you smiling so hard it hurts.

     His mother's new husband is awful, he can't find a paying job, and he's run out of couches to surf on. Desperate, he ends up in the unlikely position of standing on his ex-stepfather's porch holding all his worldly belongings in two cardboard boxes. Craig is sure taking Logan in is a terrible idea. It's been six years since he's seen his ex-wife's kid, and Craig hasn't forgotten the trouble the boy caused him. But it's cold out and Logan is clearly at the end of his rope. Craig decides in a fit of charity to help Logan get back on his feet. All he has to do is obey the rules. Rules are meant to be broken. Take one desperate Millennial and one bored Gen Xer. Add in an old grudge, guilt, unwelcome feelings, an inconvenient interest in Daddy kink, a need for discipline and regular meals, and punishment for rule-breaking. Shake well. Expect explosive results. Rule Forty-Seven is a stand-alone 11k short with a May/December romance, sexy-fun times, snark, and a HEA.

    The one I knew I could always rely on.For many years, I accepted everyone and everything around me. But as I grew up, the veil was lifted, and I slowly came to understand how f*cked up it all really is. These men, who I considered uncles and close family friends, are members of the dominant MC, The Celtic Beasts. Shay is not only a proud member. He is the one they send in to do their dirty work. For some reason, this tough, muscled, terrifying guy, needs me to ground and comfort him.But I have always had bigger plans. Bigger dreams. I don’t want to be trapped here, in this life that is dark, bloody and violent. I want to get out, escape… but Shay has other plans for me.What do you do when your protector becomes the very root of your torment?**Warning: This book is meant for mature readers, 18+.Torment Part One is a dark romance and contains scenes and situations that may be upsetting for some readers. Includes several triggers and sensitive material such as: domestic abuse, profanity, gang violence, PTSD, depression, anxiety disorders, and sexual assault.Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with any of the above. Thank you.

    There are lines you don’t cross.But she makes us want to break and cross every single one.She’s scared and on the run. The Cartel wants her dead. So does the corrupt chief of police who pulled the trigger on a hit she witnessed.We’re just one cop and one retired Marine. But when we catch her breaking and entering, we’re suddenly something else: her protectors.Neither of us have any business even thinking about her like this. She’s too young for us. She’s too innocent for the darkness in our hearts. She’s a witness to the biggest crime this town has ever seen, for God’s sake.Nothing’s ever come between us. But then, there’s Cora, caught in the middle. And now she’s the only thing we ever do want between us.This temptation is almost as dangerous as the killers trying to hunt her down. But once we’ve both had a taste, there’s no turning back.This Valentine’s Day, and every day, all we want is her. And no one is going to stand in our way.All of the attention is on her in this mfm romance – no m/m! Extra hot, VERY over the top (for real, it’s ridiculous), and packed with explosive insta-love. Safe, absolutely no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a perfect happy ever after.

    This school is mine—literally, my family built Black Mountain Academy generations ago—and I own everything in it. And I, Nathaniel Black IV, won’t stop until that includes her. She just started this year, my senior year, her first job right out of college. She calls it her dream job, but I’ve had the sick pleasure of making my study period with her every day more a nightmare. I’m fixated on her, obsessed with her, and all I want is to feel the skittish little mouse beneath me.I can’t get her out of my head, not even while partying at my friend’s house, every girl vying for my attention. But they don’t stand a chance, not when my focus is on Ms. Evelyn Richards. She makes me feel… things I don’t understand. Possessive yet… protective. I can f— with her, but no one else can. Compulsion strikes, the other half of my disorder, and that night I set out to find where she lives. And what I discover changes both our lives.The perfect information for blackmail. The perfect secret to hold over her head to get what I want.Her.A Lesson in Blackmail is a full-length novel in the Black Mountain Academy series. It is a crossover standalone with KD Robichaux's Club Alias series.

    I’ve seen the movies and read the books, but most people don’t find love by swiping through shirtless pictures and photoshopped selfies.My best friend didn’t feel the same. The diabolical she-devil signed me up for a special Valentine’s Day single night through the app. She answered all the questions for me so that Cupid could shoot their match making arrows through the database to find me a soulmate. Or a hookup. Whatever.I didn’t have a match though. Nope, that would be too easy. Instead, I had three.And they just happened to be my bosses.For some reason, they don’t find this as ridiculous as I do. They want me to spend the weekend with them, convinced the app didn’t completely screw up.Obviously, they’re insane.So why did I say yes?.....Cupid is a C*nt is a Valentine’s themed reverse harem novella. Meaning it’s supposed to be a quick read with a little bit of plot and some steamy situations. I repeat, it is not a full length book.

    That moment should have been the last of us; our beginning and end. Fate, it seems, had other plans.A dedicated musician, Lennon would become my mentor, my shadow, my protector and nightmare.We were two discordant notes that somehow blended with perfect harmony.Challenged to become a pianist as talented as him, I became Lennon's SIN, while he became my DISCIPLINE.(A Taboo Student/Teacher Romance)

    His name was Wilder, and his profile was blank – just a sexy picture of a man who promised every wicked intention of a one-night stand. The agreement was simple. One night. No last names. But the second their bodies melded together in the sheets of their posh Manhattan hotel room, there was no denying they fit together like two pieces of a broken puzzle. There’s just one problem… Addison unknowingly swiped right on the one man she wasn’t supposed to be with – her new stepbrother. All it takes is one bite of forbidden fruit to become addicted, but being with him has major consequences for their entire family. And if anyone found out about them, the career she worked so hard to build would crumble to the ground. But Wilder Van Cleef doesn’t care about the possibility of a scandal. He wants her, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes. PLEASE NOTE: This is a standalone, full-length romance novel with NO cliffhanger. Contains a dominating alpha male hero and scenes of a sexual nature. Please be 18+.

    She pretends she's so innocent and naive, but she's a player just like her mother.And if no one wants to believe me then I'll prove it the only way I know how.By destroying her.There’s only one problem.The more I try to break her, the stronger she becomes.Hateful Lover is a full-length standalone romance novel. No cliffhanger. Angst, plenty of steam, and HEA guaranteed.This book is for mature readers only as it contains sexual assault scenes some may find triggering.Bad Boy Lovers is a series of full-length standalone romances that can be read in any order.This book was previously published under the title Wicked Sins.

    With Cane, I’d been through hell and back, and now, I was going to be walking up the alter, promising my life to a man that I’d gambled everything for. Some would call me dumb. Some would deem me insane. Others would say I was a fool in love.But I knew what we were, and I knew what we had was real. With every marriage, there is always something that can hold you back or make you think twice, and this something was going to be one of our biggest wars yet, or our greatest victory ever.

    A few too many glasses of wine with my best friend and the bitch convinced me to go on one of those dating websites.A one-night stand.A booty call.And you know what? It.was.amazing.I spent all night in a sexy stranger's arms, hot and sweaty, until it was time to sneak out and do the walk of shame back to my apartment.I never thought I'd see sexy stranger again, and I was totally fine with that - until my mother's wedding.She's getting remarried, see. And sexy stranger just happens to be my new stepbrother.All the wine in the world isn't going to make this better.*COMING JUNE 2015*

    In every aspect of my life I’m a model citizen except when it comes to you." Once upon a time, he was her everything—protector, best friend, hero. She looked up to him and trusted him with her life. In one selfish move, he ruined everything and broke her in the process. It’s been five years and the moment she hoped to avoid is here. She’s about to come face to face with her step-brother, Jesse Sampson, corrupt idol and her personal nightmare. She’s going to show him how little he affects her. She’ll never let him back in. …But he has other plans. Author's Note: This is a dark, taboo romance novel with triggers and mature themes that may make some readers uncomfortable.