Now includes the extended prequel. Each book in the Vegas Knights Series can be read in any order. Note: Contains emotionally dark story elements and mature themes that may be disturbing to some readers.

    We met when her cat broke into my apartment. I'd opened my door to get the paper, and the damn hell-creature came rushing inside, tearing up my expensive leather couch like it was on a mission. I was furious... until she came chasing after it. Demi is gorgeous-- I could get lost in the curls on her head, and the curves on her body. She lives across the hall from me. She promises she can pay for her cat's damage, tells me her new job starts tomorrow and she's working for the biggest asshole in the city: Gabriel Magnovan. In other words... me. She's got no clue I'm her new boss, and the longer she talks about how awful I apparently am-- according to her friends-- the more I'm back to feeling furious. She might seem sweet and caring when it comes to her pet, but this woman has a bite. I'm determined to make her pay for much more than just the damage to my couch. She thinks I'm an asshole? She has no idea how cruel I can be. I plan to push my new secretary so hard that she'll give up and quit. It should have been easy. But Demi is a fighter. She's standing up to me and not breaking down. Why is her strength such a turn on? And when did I go from pushing her away... To craving every inch of her body?

    All that means to us is that we hold her by the hair as she screams yes. And trust me, when the three of us take her, she will do nothing but scream yes. I mean, three giant alpha males. Three pairs of hands. Three pairs of lips. Three c*cks inside of her. Shooting her up to paradise. How can she scream anything but yes?Is there a story in all this messy fun?There's a great story about love and betrayal. Jealousy and lust. All capped with a HEA that will have you sighing. But darlin', I'm telling you now. You're going to need a lot of...breaks. If you know what I mean. And if after you finish, your actions lend you to getting pregnant?We want you to name the girl Abby.

    Yeah I'm rich, but it doesn't fucking matter if I'm empty inside. Harper is the only woman who has ever filled this crater in my chest and she just walked into my resort after 10 years. One look from her still makes me hard in two seconds flat. In high school, I followed Harper around like a dog wanting a bone. But I was too much of a dick to treat her the way she deserved, and now her guard is up. She can hate me all she wants. We're drawn together like magnets. And my instincts to possess her are fucking savage. This time she's mine.

     I invaded her country, but I’m going to invade more than that. Fynn I caught the silhouette of a woman out of the corner of my eye when I was carrying out an execution. She could have been a spy, so I had no choice but to follow her. When I cornered her in an abandoned house, I knew I had to have her. Anya I’m just trying to survive this bloody war. When I heard men’s voices on the other side of the fence, I couldn’t help but be curious. The sound of gunshots sent me scurrying back to my camp. I never expected to be followed. Now this handsome stranger is demanding that I come with him. He says that the only way to save me is to let him put a baby inside me. I’ve never been with a man before, but when he looks at me with those hungry eyes, it’s hard to say no. It doesn’t hurt that he’s a handsome prince. Heat level: Smokin’ Hot Dirty Prince is a super romantic stand-alone novel. If you thought chivalry was dead, this book will reignite it in your soul.

    I'd finally tracked down the reclusive genius who wrote my favourite play.He's a man who wants nothing to do with the world..I didn't realise why he hid away until I found him.He wasn't hiding to protect himself.He was hiding to protect the world from him and his desires.Now I know the truth he won't let me leave.He's going to make me his little girl.He's going to become my Daddy.And the most shocking part of all of this?I'm going to love every minute of it.

    Drawn in more ways than one.

    He’s always wanted what his parents have: a good marriage, lots of kids, and financial security. He thought he’d have the first two with his ex-girlfriend while the third would come once he got his house-flipping business off the ground. When his ex doesn’t subscribe to his five-year plan, he makes Cook Brothers Construction his sole focus.Then he moves next door to April Williams, a sassy single mom he can’t stop riling up. Throw in her matchmaking mother-in-law, who’s set her sights on Jamie being April’s knight in a leather tool belt, and a house threatening Jamie’s sanity, and it should be a recipe for disaster, but Jamie wants this three-month project to last forever. That’s if he can stop being the neighbor from hell and prove to April he’s not just flipping a house — he wants to flip her heart.

    In a single breath, everything becomes nothing, and she finds herself on a plane to Savannah, Georgia in search of the meaning of life. After securing a six-month lease for a beachfront house on Tybee Island, Scarlet changes the way she looks, thinks, eats—basically her entire outlook on life. She needs peace, but what she gets is a housemate who looks like Thor, acts like a warden, and smells her proximity like a Bloodhound. Theodore Reed is a carpenter and perfectionist with a body built of steel, a black, hollow heart, and a hunger for revenge. He doesn’t like company, girly-smelling crap, and British accents. He resents every breath she takes. She’s fascinated by his every move. In time, they discover their coexistence is toxic, their physical attraction is electric, the secrets they keep mean the difference between life and death, and the only truth they share is that everything is a lie. “Over eighty-five percent of the world's population believes in a higher power, yet, very few people believe in miracles.” Do you believe?

    I’m a mechanic, not a hotel manager. I've got enough on my plate trying to keep my shop from going under, my overbearing mother off my back, and my baseball team in contention for the league championship. I don’t have time for a former debutante with zero street smarts and a cash flow problem, even if she is crazy beautiful. Problem is, she’s stranded in my small town, and I’m hiding a protective streak underneath my grumpy exterior that runs deep. So I offer her a place to stay and keep my hands to myself. For exactly one night. If only she weren't so gorgeous. So funny. So eager to please. She’s a disaster behind the wheel, but she drives me wild without even trying--at work, at home, in the back of my truck . . . I can’t get enough of the way she makes me feel. But I know better than to think it can last. She wants a fairy tale, and I’m no prince. So when it comes time for her to leave, there’s nothing I can do but let her go. No matter how much it hurts to say goodbye.

    (And a third, and a fourth.) I swear if it weren't for the fact that I was being blackmailed by the sexiest man I've ever met, I would've reported him to the authorities a long time ago.Then again, holding out for a few late night kisses (and maybe a bit more) from his mouth of perfection may not be a complete recipe for disaster after all...**This is a steamy, contemporary romance novella.**

    It’s a spa, after all. Instead, she leaves with memories of a gorgeous man with talented fingers, who probably doesn't work at the spa and is a possible pervert. Ramsey Stone is no pervert. He's a licensed masseuse, and he wants more than one session with Jezebel. For a man who prides himself on his control, even he admits he's smitten with the beautiful, but headstrong financial executive. He's determined to have her, and before long, Ramsey succeeds on his personal quest to make Jezebel his. There's just one problem: Ramsey harbors a secret that could tear Jezebel from his arms and upturn their lives.

     Until Junie skates into his life. If the handsome hermit wants to win over his Roller Girl, he’ll need to give up his reclusive lifestyle and unseal his guarded heart. Rich S.O.B. contains sexual content and harsh language. The book is appropriate for adult readers age 18+.

    She is clumsy and trips on air.She is finally on his radar.God help her now.

    Seriously. The guy is like a potassium addict. Of course, I touched it. If you want to get technical, I actually put it in my mouth. I chewed it up, too... I even swallowed.I know. Bad, bad, girl.Then I saw him, and believe it or not, choking on a guy's banana does not make the best first impression. I should backtrack a little here. Before I ever touched a billionaire’s banana, I got my first real assignment as a business reporter. This wasn’t the same old bottom-of-the-barrel assignment I always got. I wasn’t going to interview a garbage man about his favorite routes or write a piece on how picking up dog poop from people’s yards is the next big thing. Nope. None of the above, thank you very much.This was my big break. My chance to prove I wasn’t a bumbling, clumsy, accident-prone walking disaster. I was infiltrating Galleon Enterprises to follow up on suspicions of corruption. Cue the James Bond music.I could do this. All I had to do was land the position as an intern and nail my interview with Bruce Chamberson.Forget the fact that he looked like somebody carved him out of liquid female desire, then sprinkled on some "makes men question their sexuality" for good measure. I needed to make this work. No accidents. No disasters. No clumsiness. All I needed to do was hold it together for less than an hour.Fast forward to the conference room before the interview, and that's where you would find me with a banana in my hand. A banana that literally had his name on it in big, black sharpie. It was a few seconds later when he walked in and caught me yellow-handed. A few seconds after that was when he hired me. Yeah. I know. It didn't seem like a good sign to me, either.