I could get any woman I wanted, so why the hell would I need one to be given to me. She could always go to the club. I'm sure they'd be happy with a fresh face. I reached down and snatched up the wallet, curious as to what the spawn of Marty would look like. Emily My heart thudded in my chest. Marco Rossi had just been at my job and damn, he was gorgeous. Thick, wavy black hair, dark menacing gray eyes and a muscled body that was neatly packaged up in a tailor-made suit. Given to the Mob is a steamy alpha male insta-love story. Marco is hot and the sex is hotter. Intended for mature audiences only.

    Two months ago she completely stopped speaking. Her psychiatrist thought a gentler presence around the house might be good for her. She suggested a nanny for the child. Naturally, I would do anything that would help her regain her happy childhood.But I didn't expect the woman who stepped into my office. Yeah, she's got my attention, all right, but for all the wrong reasons. I sure as hell don't need this ripe fruit to distract me day and night in my own home.I tell her she hasn't got the job, and watch her leave my study, but Fate has other plans. Resistance is futile.AprilHe lives in a white mansion in London's Knightsbridge, a magnet for playboys and Russian billionaires.   Big, burly bodyguards look at me as if I've not come for a job interview, but to steal the family silver. Whatever. I maintain my professionalism, I'm determined to get this intriguing job of caring for the girl who refuses to speak. A prim woman leads me to his study. She knocks, and a deep, smooth voice beckons us to enter. The door opens and I set eyes on Yuri Volkov.OMG.His eyes are like a wolf's. Pitiless. Mesmerizing Dangerous. Obviously he Is drop dead wrong but, I can't stop imagining his big, tanned hands caressing every inch of me. After the briefest interview in the history of interviews he informs me I haven't got the job. As I walk away, humiliated, from his study, it happens. The unthinkable.And I'm suddenly back in the game.

    A seemingly perfect solution after my car breaks down.So why am I so nervous about this? Sure, I've harbored the biggest crush on him for over a decade. But one road trip isn't going to clue him in on that well-kept secret.I can't put my finger on what's making this ride feel like a big deal. That is, until he pulls me close and revs the hard rumbling engine of his bike.Okay, things are definitely different.And the ride hasn't even begun yet.The Untouchable Curves CollectionCurvy Attraction (Aiden & Cecelia)Curvy Seduction (Owen & Gemma)Curvy Perfection (Cayce & Ashley)This collection of steamy friends-to-lovers standalones contains hot & dirty alphas just wanting to give their sweet curvy girls the HEAs they deserve. Previously published as Riding Curves (c) 2012 with revisions throughout, newly added content, and an extended ending.

    I'm a black suit of spades:Determined to bury both her and my demons.I never asked to see the shape of her heart.I never asked for her to fill the blank spaces of mine. But the mafia wants her secrets.I'm not the first she betrayed.And Issa? Sweet, not-so-innocent Issa?She's now a debt no sinner can pay. Black Skies Riviera is a heart-stopping, enemies to lovers romance with NO cliff-hanger and a guaranteed HEA. For mature readers only.

    The Crown Prince took me prisoner. You read that right. Crown Prince. Castle, throne, the whole nine yards. The monarch of a totalitarian regime has locked me up in his fortress, and he demands that I marry him... and provide him with an heir!Me. The girl from Jersey. Trust me, I'm no princess. He's the last man I'd choose for my prince.He's an arrogant jerk and has a stick up his...you know where. But that dark hair, those deep blue eyes, those strong arms, those perfect abs, that humongous... sword. I can't stand him, but I can't take my eyes off him.I'm not marrying him and I'm definitely not his subject. If he wants me to be his princess, he better treat me like one or he can take his crown and shove it.