Used my looks and body to lure them into my playground. They'll tell you I'm a sinner. A demon who held them captive with temptation and lust. They'll tell you I'm evil. A monster obsessed with the both of them. They'll tell you they made a deal with the devil. What they won't tell you...is how much they liked it. Please note: This story contains content that may be offensive to some readers.The Devil is a prelude novel that is part of the Cards of Love Collection. You do NOT need to read any other books in the collection to read The Devil. The Devil is part of The Cards of Love series releasing October 2018!

    Running from abusive ex-lover Marcus, the God of Fear, Sam finds himself in the arms of the hottest man to step foot into his life: Hector. Hector proves to be the Daddy Sam needs and wants, but the road is a very rocky and often terrifying one. As Marcus digs his claws deeper into Sam, it threatens to tear everything Sam and Hector have built together apart.

    But a delayed flight and a hot one-night stand with a stranger changed her mind, putting her firmly on track to a coveted position at a New York fashion magazine.When the irresistible stranger from that one incredible night turns out to be her new boss – billionaire and publishing magnate Neil Elwood – Sophie can’t resist the chance to rekindle the spark between them… and the opportunity to explore her submissive side with the most Dominant man she’s ever known.Neil is the only man who has ever understood Sophie’s need to submit in the bedroom, and the only man who has ever satisfied those desires. When their scorching, no-strings-attached sexual relationship becomes something more, Sophie must choose between her career and heart… or risk losing them both.

    He is almost twice my age.And he's the only man I've ever wanted.The man who lives next door is a down and dirty tatted-up mechanic with the grease-stained jeans and the tattered shirts to prove it.Everyone say he's too old for me. Everyone thinks he's off-limits.And they're right.He's my rock. My support. A perfect gentleman.He won't look at me as the woman I've grown up to become, but I know he is the only man for me.And when my desires become known, he gives me a stern, strict warning that's crystal clear.He says he would never cross that line with me...And if he did, there would be no going back...To that I say - once we cross that line, I want to stay there.No matter how wrong it is...Mechanic Next Door is a high-heat, possessive alpha and younger woman romance. Each book in The Older Man Next Door Series is a complete stand-alone and the books can be read in any order. No cheating, HEA guaranteed.

    When she hears about Alexandre Chevalier, a young French, Internet success story, she assumes he is a nerd. But when she bumps into him face to face she’s stunned by his charm, beauty and sophistication, and startled by her strong feelings and desire for a man fifteen years her junior. His looks, wealth and worldwide triumph with his social media site, HookedUp, means he can get any woman he chooses, but there is something about Pearl he finds irresistible…The couple begins a passionate affair and Pearl’s body is awakened in ways she never imagined possible. She is consumed by him and his magical touch. But secrets, jealous family members and other external forces are threatening to pull them apart.Erotic, humorous, and profoundly tender, Forty Shades of Pearl is a story that will stir your heart, rouse your emotions and touch your soul.

    He doesn’t use me, hurt me, or forget about me. He listens to me, protects me, and sees me. I can feel his eyes on me over the breakfast table, and my heart pumps so hard when I hear him pull in the driveway after work. I have to stop this. It can’t happen. My sister once told me there are no good men, and if you find one, he’s probably unavailable. Only Pike Lawson isn’t the unavailable one. I am. PIKEI took her in, because I thought I was helping. As the days go by, though, it’s becoming anything but easy. I have to stop my mind from drifting to her and stop holding my breath every time I bump into her in the house. I can’t touch her, and I shouldn’t want to. But we’re not free to give into this. She’s nineteen, and I’m thirty-eight. And her boyfriend’s father. Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.

    She may have given birth to his child, but she’ll never be the baby’s mother. When her sister, Kayla, knocks on her apartment door with a baby, Lexie has no choice to take him in. She loves the boy instantly, and there is no way she’ll give him up. When she loses her job, Lexie has no choice but to work in a strip club to help support the baby she’s been given. Devil wants Lexie the moment he sees her dancing. He doesn’t know at first that she’s the sister of the girl he’s been looking for, but when he does, everything falls into place. He’ll have his son and Lexie both all for his own, but when Kayla comes back to town, all bets are off. There is nothing Lexie can do to save her sister. She’s in love with Devil, and she knows he will do everything in his power to keep his family safe, no matter what she asks of him.

    Beautiful, successful and care-free, she’s the darling of the social scene. But deep down, she’s hiding a secret pain. Gael Vivas broke her heart when he callously rejected her, but now he’s back, and Carrie’s going to do whatever it takes to prove him wrong. He does want her, and she’s going to leave him begging for more. Only revenge is a dish best served cold, and there is nothing cold about what Carrie feels for Gael. It’s red hot and steamy, and if she’s not careful, she’s going to find herself as heartbroken as ever by the untouchable Spaniard. He reached out and took the vodka from her, placing it on the bar. “You are upset.” She took in a deep breath. He was right, and she was annoyed at herself for feeling that way. For letting her emotions control her. She’d spent six years learning to contort her feelings into an obedient maze of sense. Now, they were running away from her, as though she were seventeen and naïve again. “I just need my own space,” she said finally. “Would you please go?” “You should have thought of that before you started this.” “Started what?” She shrugged, aiming for complacence. “What happened between us was just sex. Two people who wanted that moment of enjoyment. It’s done. Why put any more energy into analysing it? You didn’t know who I was, but you knew what I was, and what I wanted.” “And what are you, amante dulce?” “A woman,” she whispered. “I’m not a kid anymore. Some stupid, fat, needy child desperate for romance from someone like you.” “No,” he agreed, closing the distance between them. “You are no longer a child.” He kissed her before she could guess what he intended, his lips hard on hers. “You are an adult, and you’ve entered into a very adult game. Do you want to play, Carrie? Are you really willing to fight with me?” Her body softened against his. Desire tore through her. “Yes.”

    Palmer Jackson looked at me on my first day of school, and from that moment on he’s wanted to destroy me. I’ve lost everything and I don’t have the stomach for this game. But Palmer doesn’t care. I can’t decide if he’s evil or misunderstood. One minute I hate him, and the next I let him do things to me I’d never let any other boy do. I must have a screw loose. Maybe Palmer is the normal one and I’m crazy. Mistletoe Bully is a standalone Dark High School bully romance with some disturbing and sensual moments. This book is intended for mature audiences 18+

    

    How did she manage to make it to the last semester of college without giving away her V-card? It wasn't my intention I swear. It's just... there was this one man that I compared every college guy to. One man that made all of those boys fall short. My dad's best friend, Mark. Where do I begin? With the smoldering dark eyes that can turn my legs to jelly? Or the body that had to have been cut from granite? No, it had to be that smile, that smile that says he knows just what to do to satisfy Every. Last. Dirty. Fantasy. I have. And believe me, as a virgin, all I've got are fantasies. Now I have someone to make them all come true. Only thing is, you can't keep a baby a secret...

    That was sixteen years ago, and Professor McKinnon has never quite settled in his new home or found his place this side of the pond. He might be prematurely old, but he has his cat, and his books, and that's all he needs.Then Chris Ford explodes into Robert's life with a crash of cymbals. The younger man is the polar opposite of Robert's calm civility. Bright tattoos cover his skin, and he wears his hair in a Mohawk and plays drums for a rock band. But he's a shot of color in Robert's black-and-white world, and Robert turns out to be the one thing Chris can count on. Despite all the reasons it shouldn't work, somehow it does.Even if Robert wasn't looking for love—especially not with someone nearly ten years his junior—he can't deny being with Chris is fun. But sometimes Chris's free-spirited nature leaves Robert feeling vulnerable. If they can't find a balance between tattoos and teacups, their relationship won't survive—and neither will Robert's newfound lust for life.

    Mesmerized immediately with his raw masculinity and sinewy strength, her fascination turns to love as the years pass and his honest integrity is revealed. Jake Cooper manages to ignore his pretty, little orphaned housekeeper for three long years. But when she begins a subtle metamorphosis from girl to woman, he can’t control his consuming need for her any longer. It has been his job to protect the town all these years, but who will protect her from him? Excerpt: Becky clutched the plate to her mid-section, standing as still as a rabbit caught in a predators sight, when she saw the way he stood at the door, watching her. Her hands began the all too familiar shaking, and she heard a roaring sound in her ears and a crashing, splintering noise at her feet. She looked down at the broken plate and in her confusion quickly bent down to retrieve it. A sharp pain in her hand jerked her upright again. The spell was broken when his deep voice intruded on her consciousness. “Goddammit!” Becky stood immobile as he pushed off the door and was quickly upon her. He picked up her hand in his. “Becky, what the hell?” She looked down at his hands holding hers and saw a stream of blood running from a cut on her finger. She realized she had compounded her mistake by cutting her finger. The plate was in shards on the floor. She knew those plates had belonged to his mother. Tears welled in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Sheriff.” He pulled her to the kitchen and his large body crowded her against the counter as he held her hand where it was bleeding. His arms wrapped around her from behind, his chest pressed into her back as he held her bleeding finger in the pail of cold water. The water turned pink as she tried not to faint. His mouth moved to her ear. “You’re more trouble than you’re worth.” He growled the words in her ear. His warm breath caressed her face. “I’m sorry about your m-mother’s china.” Her voice wobbled from the impact of his nearness. He reached around and tugged her chin up and around so he could look into her eyes. “You know this isn’t about the goddamn china, don’t you, Becky?”

     Naomi Parker is a lot of things. Beautiful. Sweet. Innocent. But even good girls have a kryptonite. For Naomi, it’s Dominic Thomas, the man she babysits for. Dominic Thomas is handsome, smart, and an amazing father. But every man has his downfall. For him, it's little Naomi Parker, the babysitter and his best friends daughter. They shouldn’t want each other, but the temptation is too hard to fight. Whatever happens will be their dirty little secret.

    My father, Damon Fox or "Preacher", the President of the infamous "Silver Demon's" motorcycle club -mother chapter- in East Village, New York City, was doing a five-year stint for aggravated assault and battery with a deadly weapon. It was not the first time my father had been in prison and it wouldn't be the last. The Silver Demon's MC was a notorious group of criminals who lived by the code of the road and gave modern society and all it entailed a great big f**k you."Never forget the day Eva came bouncin' into my f**ked up life, shakin' pigtails, singin' Janis, wearin’ chucks and sharin' peanuts and straight up stole any decency I had left which wasn't a whole lot but she f**kin' took it and I've been hers ever since."