Pump and dump. Hit it and quit it. One night stand. Didn’t matter how I branded it—that’s all she had wanted it to be. That much was clear when she left me with my pants down and my dick still out.What she hadn’t counted on was fate intervening and our worlds colliding—again.The day I showed back up in the life of Chloe Griffins, I knew I had to have her again. My body was hungry for another taste. Like an addict, I’d been craving another hit for months, and there she was—flesh and bone, tits and ass.The fact that she worked for the competition should’ve been reason enough for me to leave her alone. I had a job to do that summer and f*cking Chloe wasn’t part of it. But I was like a man possessed.I’d do whatever it took to have her again.

    Oh, and the name of a man I’ve never met scrawled on a piece of paper. Henry Wilde.But when I show up on his doorstep, he has no idea that my mom said I could stay with him. And he only has one bed.It’s eight weeks until I can move onto campus.Eight weeks of living with him above his barbershop. So I’m going to make myself useful. Help him out, and not try to pester him about what it’s going to be like at college. Because this homeschooled girl has a lot of questions, but they’re not appropriate for my de facto guardian. Not even if we’re both consenting adults…

    He’s huge, intimidating and doesn’t have a lot to say. Until he meets Birdie. Now he can’t seem to stop talking, if only so she’ll say more. And stay a little bit longer. To be fair, she doesn’t really have a choice, since they just got locked in the basement together at a frat party…

    I've seen some crazy stuff as a bouncer. I thought I'd seen it all.But I've never seen anything like her. Just one look and I knew my life was never going to be the same. She's sweet, innocent, and looking for trouble.She found it.I'm big and mean and more trouble than she ever imagined. I'm going to mess up all her carefully laid plans. And I'm going to make her mine.SarahI'm a careful girl. Life is too dangerous not to be. I have a plan. Goals. And none of them include an overly-muscled, tattooed, possessive bouncer with an eye patch from the road house just outside of city limits.I just wanted one night off from being perfect, boring, and careful.He's too much man for a girl like me. Too intense. Too visceral.But I don't think he's going to let me go.Author's Confession: I don't even know if this could happen in real life. Luckily, it's a book. That means the hot, tatted, beardy bouncer can totally take one look at the virgin college student studying actuarial science and know he's going to marry the sh!t out of her. Right?

    He’s determined to claim her and be her Daddy, but does Pearl, the sweet, inexperienced country girl, even know she is a Little?Pearl can’t believe a man as gorgeous as Marcus Holding could possibly be interested in a completely inexperienced, unsophisticated, penniless country girl like her, but from the moment she looks into his blue eyes she is smitten. She just wants to curl up on his lap and call him Daddy, but how will he feel about that? And even if Daddy can claim his Little, are their backgrounds too different for them to ever be together especially when ruthless forces are determined to tear them apart?This is the first book in the Claimed by Daddy series and can be enjoyed independently with a guaranteed Happily Ever After.Publisher’s Note: This sweet, contemporary, star-crossed lovers, D/lg romance includes elements of power exchange, sensual scenes, mild age-play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

    That. Cannot. Happen.She’s stripping me bare, making me completely vulnerable.Of course I’m going to resist. And more importantly, when it comes to me, making a real connection with another human being is…impossible.At least I thought it was impossible.But I can’t let these new feelings get in the way of the man I’ve built from the ground up. Or can I?Even when she’s perfect for me. Even when we both know she belongs to me, that she’s mine.Will my need for control ruin what we could have together?Will I self-sabotage, letting the only girl I’ve ever wanted, my angel, slip through my fingers?There’s no way I’m letting her get away. Not now. Not ever. She’s mine, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to control the situation to get the outcome I demand…a ring on her finger and my baby in her belly, because she belongs to me. Forever.

    I learned the hard way that being a good guy all the time can cost you—it nearly cost me everything. Once I see the Sunni Stone, I don’t care what it costs me to have her. She’s as beautiful as the flower she’s named after, but she’s never had a chance to bloom. Soon enough she has me addicted to more than her pretty petals and sweet nectar. I want us to put down roots and bloom. But is she too good to be true? Or can she be my forget-me-not? Roses are red Violets are blue Flirt Club has a sexy new collaboration Just for you! Join twelve of the Flirt Club authors in this hot and steamy spring collection where our May Flowers bloom faster than a hothouse rose under the touch of our sexy heroes. #mayflowers #FlirtClub