She has one.Harper Crawford is a big fan of the Newport Beach Seagulls, despite their abysmal previous season. It's been a year since Ken Brown's murder and Seraphina Hanson, Ken's youngest granddaughter, just survived her first year as the new owner and manager of the national hockey team. Barely. The last year was dismal to the point where Seraphina is making drastic changes. Like hiring Harper as their official blogger. Harper gets to travel with the team, write character pieces, critiques, game summaries, and the like. It's her dream job.Another change? Putting together practically a new team, including Zachary Ryan, first line center. At six foot four and two hundred and twenty pounds, he is tall, dark blond, and solid muscle. He's arrogant and direct and the minute he sees Harper at Taboo nightclub during a team bonding session dressed in a plaid shirt and converse sneakers, he has to get to know her better.Except there's a problem from her past that won't go away. Harper has an ex that won't stay in her past - where he belongs. He starts showing up at her place, reminding her of all the wrong choices she made, bringing up things she wants nothing more than to forget. When Zachary gets involved, things get heated and his notorious temper flares.Harper doesn't want to get involved with a hockey player - especially with an overzealous ex who won't leave her alone - but Zachary plans to change her mind. No matter what the cost.

    But the last thing I expected was a woman like Hollee to move in next door.She’s curvy, gorgeous and I can’t resist her.I’ll deliver her Christmas tree and warm her up by the fire.But am I willing to drop my defences for this special present?She’ll have to take my wrapping off to find out.HolleeI love Christmas, with extra sprinkles on top.But my holiday plans are a mess.Then I literally slide into the guy next door at the coffee shop.Tannen’s a grande cup of tall, dark and extra, extra hot.Even better, he cuts down trees for a living. His trees may be super-sized, but he’s even bigger.Can my sexy next door neighbour give me a holiday miracle?Steamy, sweet, upbeat insta-love short romance with a blue collar man and younger curvy woman. No cheating and a cute-as-candy canes HEA.

    Gorgeous, masculine, mountain man, Rex.He was every girlhood fantasy I ever had.And when a late winter storm hit, that fantasy became reality.But I wasn’t prepared for Rex.Or for what came next.JerkCraftsmanMan of Shadow MountainPeople call me a lot of things, my personal favorite, as*h*le.But the way Lena said my name, all breathless and sexy was different.She was different.And off-limits.The storm made it impossible to deny what I wanted. Needed.Her. Just her.But when she disappeared I knew I would do whatever it took to find her.To make her mine.Forever.Author’s Promise: Stranded is a standalone steamy romance, with no cheating, no cliffhangers and a happily ever after.

    And the more I get to know every facet of Rhea, learn every vulnerability, experience every hot fantasy, the more I’m certain of who she really is. So how would I describe the stubborn woman? That’s easy. She’s strong, selfless, sexy as hell…and mine. Rhea: I know he wants to break down my walls. I get it, because he’s built them around his heart, too. Wylie and I, we’re not that different; he knows all about sacrifice and duty—to others, to our past. That’s probably why we’re both such control freaks. So how do I feel about him taking complete control in bed? Ha! Get a court order and I’ll give up the answer. The Far Too Tempting Collection Tempted Beyond Reason (Wake & Lacey) Tempted Beyond Relief (Wylie & Rhea) Tempted Beyond Return (Logan & Lily) --and-- Tempted By Trouble (Austin & Gina) [an extra hot Far Too Tempting standalone] Previously published as Dirty Sweet Curves (c) 2015, revised throughout with newly added content and an extended ending.

    Infatuation, sure. Lust, absolutely. But true love? Please. That’s strictly fiction, folks.Unfortunately, I haven’t convinced my best friend and business partner of that. The guy’s still a believer in happily-ever-after, despite having met—and lost—“the one” more times than I can count. And that’s pretty damn high, since I’m the numbers guy behind our hot new startup.Tonight, I wish I had my buddy’s technical skillset. If I did, I’d be back at our twentieth-floor office, solving our system crash. Instead, I’m taking his place at yet another pointless speed-dating meetup, so he doesn’t tick off the organizer by bailing. I’m tempted to no-show and get him booted from the group, but he wouldn’t see it as the favor it is.So I’ll go and fake it for a couple hours. Maybe score a hookup. Probably rack up some good stories. One thing I won’t do at tonight’s “Desperates Anonymous” event…meet the woman of my dreams. Because she doesn’t exist. Dating is fun and games. Love is for suckers.* A love-at-first-sight, instalove romance novella *