Until Karoline Kingston steps through his door, with the body of a goddess and innocent eyes that beguile him. He's distracted throughout class but vows to keep his distance, despite every primal urge telling him to take her hard and mark her as his own. Karoline and Devon count down the days until she's eighteen and Mr. Walsh can finally touch the woman that he's been waiting for his entire life. But when he finds another student assaulting her in a dark hallway, Devon loses his mind with rage. Threatening to expose the risky road Karoline and Devon had found themselves on, he vows to protect Karoline no matter the cost. (Note:) Previously released as part of the Hot For Teacher Anthology.

    The dreaded stage in a relationship where couples can grow antsy and lose interest. One stupid magazine article, luring her in with its catchy title was all it had taken to turn Alison Evan’s life upside down.At the time, she’d only rolled her eyes and laughed at the list of red-flag signs it offered readers, warning of a cheating lover. After seven years and two kids, her own marriage to Garrett was rock solid.Or was it?Because lately, that list didn’t seem so ridiculous. In fact, that list was mirroring her life.Which was why, by employing some creative investigative skills and dragging her best friend along for the ride, Ali decided to find out once and for all...Was the seven-year itch about to scratch out another relationship?

    It made Tess feel what it meant to be female at its most primitive. Taken. Possessed.But Drew's latest unexpected reappearance is different. He's filled with raw need for Tess--and anger that she has left the windows open in her rough neighborhood, the one thing he made her promise never to do. Independent Tess can't believe Drew wants to follow through on his threat to spank her for defying him...but she's also intrigued. Can Tess trust him enough to let Drew dominate her body and her heart?

    Just as I'm grumbling about the... less than desirable accommodations offered by the NYC public transit system, I see her. My sunshine. She’s standing on the platform wearing beat up converse and a light pink, lacy dress that hugs her tiny frame and generous curves. She has porcelain skin, pouty lips, green eyes, and a frizz of blonde hair that’s just begging me to wrap it around my fist while I... well, while I have my way with her. It's not just her stunning looks though. She’s got this innocence and warmth about her. I want to wrap her up in my arms and let her goodness seep into my bones while I protect her from the world. I never saw my little sunshine coming, but now that I have her, I'm never letting go. HAILEY: I never expected to meet the man of my dreams while riding the train into work. Yet, here he is. He can't possibly want anything to do with me though, right? I'm just a girl from the wrong side of the tracks, barely scraping by at the bakery I work at to pay off my father's many debts. But Parker keeps showing up, keeps talking to me, keeps making me go crazy with want. HIS SUNSHINE is insta-love at its best. An alpha male who knows what he wants as soon as he sees it, and a wallflower waiting for someone to notice her and break her out of her shell. WARNING: This book contains some scenes that might be difficult for some readers. If you are triggered easily, proceed with caution. As always, there is a guaranteed HEA and no cheating!

    Cole brings you a story of the ultimate tortured rock star and his one true love. I fell for the boy who wore second-hand clothes and wrote love notes to me on gum wrappers. But that boy was destroyed when he became Spencer Hailstorm, the lead singer of the multiplatinum rock band, Midnite Kills. Devoured. Digested. And spat out in designer clothing. Fame was a four-letter word that slowly killed every part of me, every part of him. Each last piece of us. We may have parted ways, but I never got over him. And right now, he’s at my front door saying he never got over me. . .

     But all of that changes the night she’s kidnapped. Thrown into a windowless room, Angelica is positive there’s been some kind of mistake — until she meets Nico Vitale. Gorgeous and frightening, Nico became the boss of New York City’s Vitale crime family after the execution style murder of his parents two years earlier. Since then he’s turned the old-school mob into a sleek, modern army of ruthless men who understand that physical violence — while always an option — isn’t the only way to get what you want. Now Angel is forced to face the truth; Her father is not the man she believed him to be. Nico Vitale is dangerous, possibly lethal. She is falling in love with Nico Vitale. This is not your mother's mob. ★★★★★ "Nail-biting, heart-pounding romance!”★★★★★ "Everything a mafia romance should be."★★★★★ "Nico is not your daddy's mob boss… the kind of serious bad boy you can't help but root for." ★★★★★ "Written flawlessly and hotter than sin!" ★★★★★ "Perfect for readers who like their romance steamy with a shot of adrenaline and intrigue!" ★★★★★ "Nico could kidnap me any day!" ★★★★★ "The kind of mob boss I love to read about." ★★★★★ "The tension and chemistry between the two were off the charts... I could not put these books down."

    Strip physically, emotionally, mentally.Strip until you get it into your head that you are mine."Anastasia had the weight of the world on her shoulders. To make matters worse, she had to find a way to keep everything afloat for her family. Thankfully, her friend told her about a job that would ease her financial burden. Working at the club would more than cover her family's medical expenses. It was her only solution, so she accepted.The last thing Anastasia expected was to meet Valentino Romano, club owner and mobster who had one intention--make her his.Unfortunately, as she got closer to Valentino, the uglier things got. Worlds collided, everything crumbled around her, and life as she knew it ceased to exist.

    I know most people say that about something joyous; a graduation, a wedding ceremony, the birth of their first child. My situation was a little different. Sure, it was my eighteenth birthday, but it was also the day that I was sold. Sold to a man with hair like a crown of gold and eyes blacker than the darkest pits of Hell. He bought me to own me, to control me, and to use me as a means to an end. I was his tool and his weapon. And through it all, somehow, I also became his salvation.

    The plan was to steal her. Not fall for her. She’s my captive, my tempting little prisoner. But it’s her who’s stolen my heart. The plan is simple: kidnap the girl, and then use her as leverage to blackmail her a-hole father and save my home. Easy enough, right? Yeah, wrong. I planned for everything, but I didn’t plan for those tempting curves. I didn’t bet on that sassy mouth driving me wild. I didn’t plan on the girl I’m kidnapping to make me crazy and make the devil inside of me roar for more. I’ll have Lia’s submission. Because I have to, in order to save the only home I’ve ever known. But what happens when my prisoner becomes my obsession? What happens when I fall for her? …What happens when I find out she’s carrying my baby? Her father, the world – they’ll all say this is wrong. They’ll all try and take her from me. But I found her, I took her, and now, I’m keeping her. …And I dare anybody to try and take her from me. Steal Me Away is a full, novel-length contemporary mountain man. Steamy hot and sweet as pie, with a dominant alpha hero who’ll stop at nothing to take and protect what’s his. Safe, no cliffhanger, and a guaranteed happy ever after!

    But I broke her, and now we both have to pay the price.I'm her nightmare. I'm her savior. And now that I have her signature on an ironclad contract, I own her body and soul. She doesn't remember me. She will. It's inevitable. Because as much as I know I need to stay away, for fear of unlocking the memories I helped her father bury--I can't. She was the apple in the Garden, dangled in front of me, her core so tempting and sweet. A voice whispered. Just. One. Bite. I bit. I tasted. I fell. Welcome to the world of the Russian mafia, where death, is your only future.

    So trusting.
Like you think I’m not a monster.
Like I won’t wrap your hair in my fist and bend you to my will.
Like I won’t sacrifice you, piece by piece, to save my brother.I’m the most dangerous enemy you’ll ever have because every time you look at me, you see somebody good. That friend who died.And when you look at me like that, I die again.MiraI spent years making myself invisible.A good girl, apart from the noise.
Then you came back, beautiful and deadly in your Armani suit.
Don’t look at me like you still know me, you say.
But I remember your smile and those sunny days.Before they lowered your small casket into the ground.
Before they told us the prince was dead.

    My orders are simple.Capture her.Marry her.Take her inheritance.Get rid of her.The bookish little recluse is worth more than she knows.She's an unassuming librarian.I'm the brigadier of the Russian Bratva.She has no friends.I command a small army.She's a modest virgin.And now she's mine.

     Vince doesn’t deal with women, not unless he needs something. And he needs something from Jenna, something only she can give. One meeting with the sweet little red-headed nurse and he knows he’s in trouble. When she refuses to give him what he asks for, she gives him the one thing he really wants; a reason to take Jenna and keep her. Between a messy divorce, a custody battle and a serious lack of funds, Jenna’s life has slowly gone downhill. When she finds Vince waiting for her in her dark house, threatening to hurt her if she doesn’t do his bidding, she’s pretty sure she’s hit rock bottom. But when Vince decides to make Jenna and her daughter a permanent part of his life, she discovers a love she never imagined possible. But someone from Jenna’s past is angry with the blossoming romance and will do anything to stop it, even if it means killing the object of his obsession. This 27,000 word standalone romance novella is sweet and sizzling with a dash of dark. I hope you enjoy!

    Hungry, abandoned, wandering, and alone. An adolescent street rat fighting for crumbs. Then a chance encounter changed my entire world. A man in an expensive suit asked me how much my life was worth. I didn't have an answer, because I didn't know. He asked if I thought it was worth killing for.Impulsively, I said yes... He found me, then fostered me, and in the interim turned me into a killing machine. A modern day La Femme Nikita. Now, I only have one mission. To avenge the death of the man who saved me. There's an invisible war on the streets. Us against them. Family against family. Power against power. They call me Ghostface Killer because they never see me coming.I understand the weight of that danger. The hazard. The jeopardy. Because now here I stand, three months pregnant with the barrel of a gun pressed to my head cause I never saw him coming...

    My Vi. I made her a promise a long time ago, and she thinks I broke it. But I never stopped loving her. I never will.I was fool four years ago. I threw what we had away, thinking it was for her own good. No girl should have to wait around for a soldier that might never come home.Everyday I thought about her; I fought to come back to her.Now that I'm back in our hometown, I see her everywhere, as curvaceous and tempting as ever. But all she's doing is pushing me away.I was her first and I want to be her last. I just need one chance. I threw what we had away once -- I won't make that mistake again. Vi is going to be mine. **Promise Me is a full-length standalone romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.