New home. New job. New town. She's moved in with her politically-active best friend from university who has promised to find Millie a date before Christmas.  When news that the local head of the council, Nightmare Nightingale, has decided that there will be no Christmas tree in the town centre that year, Millie is quick to pick up a placard and join the protests. After all, what is Christmas without a tree? But Millie soon discovers that Professor Kay Nightingale isn't quite the nightmare she is painted to be.  What will happen when Millie gets closer to Kay? How will she explain the confusing relationship to her friends? And will there be a Christmas tree in the end?

    Fraud. Charlatan. I was all of those and more. Well, that’s how I felt most of the time. I write romance novels—and not the sweet, innocent, “dewy rose of her desire” kind. Nope, for me, it’s gotta melt your panties or I’m not doing my job. My fans love my books, but with every comment praising me for writing the wild woman they wish they could be, those words above are like stakes that pierce my heart. People say you should “write what you know.” Truth is, I wrote what I imagined, not what I knew. Sex with my nice, pleasant boyfriend always seemed restrained—and not in the fun way. If I wrote books based on that, they'd never sell. Oh, and those who say that even bad sex is still good obviously never slept with my ex. He dumped me, hoping for someone who won’t put their career first. And you know what? I was thrilled he beat me to it. No one wants to be the bad guy, so unbeknownst to him, he was doing me a favor. Now, with the access man baggage shed, I intend to do what any self-respecting romance author would do in my place: fly to Amsterdam to soak up as much experience as I can—no strings attached. Tax-deductible, intellectual, and purely sexual. You know… RESEARCH PURPOSES ONLY. I expect to experience a wild week or two, acquire some knowledge so I can write what I know, so I don’t feel like a fraud. I’ll be ecstatic if I find even one man who can hold his own against my libido and sexual curiosity. But the thought of two drop-to-your-knees-gorgeous men who can outstrip me, or who would want me for more than just a good time? That sounds too far-fetched for even me to consider...

    One day she accidentally becomes the personal assistant to married spies. For the last three years she's lusted after them, not very secretively, until finally she decides it's time to move on with her life and gives her notice. During her last week of work, her bosses whisk her away to Serbia for a top secret mission that only she can help them complete. And in the middle of dispatching a European dictator, Kierra and her bosses give in to their deepest desires. Pink Slip is the first in an erotic/suspense/spy/comedy series that wonders what James Bond's receptionist's life might have been like. If James Bond had a wife and they both wanted to shag the receptionist. But the dirty American version of that. And all of the possible entanglements in between.

    But they won't take no for an answer and convince her to hire them. Little does she know how hard and fast she'll fall for them. Joe Taylor and Colt Mason have their own reasons for wanting to work at her ranch. The man causing their new employer trouble is the same man who ruined their lives years ago. Thoughts of revenge have kept them going and they won't let anyone get in their way. Protecting Dakota is easy. Protecting their hearts from the little spitfire is a lot more difficult. When Dakota learns of their plan, she knows she must stop them, even though dreaming of payback has driven them for years. Can she convince them to give it up for a chance at a future with her? ** [Menage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Menage a Trois Romance, M/F/M] Broken hearted, Elizabeth Reed left Dakota Springs years ago. Now divorced, she's going home to raise her daughter. Her only chance of finding happiness is to get over her love for Hayden and Chandler Scott and get on with her life. The two ranchers have loved Lizzy forever and regret hurting her. Scared that she was lost forever, they've been miserable. Now she is coming home and they have a second chance at happiness. And they will let nothing stand in their way. Not even her. ** A Siren Erotic Romance

    The party is rockin, and Claire is in her usual spot holding up the wall. It's all right. She's much happier scribbling in her trusty little notebook than mingling. Especially since those notes turn into the sexy erotic romances she pens in secret. Those two gorgeous gods across the room are perfect hero material and oh dear, are they headed her way?Mason and Hunter know she won't remember them as the scrawny geeks they were in high school. She also doesn't know they've been lusting after her for ten long years, waiting for her to meet a man and have a normal relationship. They're through waiting. The time has come to make their move and show her exactly how much they've changed.One night in the middle of a Mason/Hunter manwich, and Claire has enough research material to fill a hundred notebooks. Good thing she's got OfficeMax on speed dial to order more. Except suddenly her two hunks have this crazy idea that keeping her is selfish. Selfish? She may be mousy, but this mouse is about to roar "

    Except I do want it. I want it so bad I can’t keep my head straight. Why does dirty have to feel so damn good? It’s lust, simple as that. No strings, just two guys, a girl and a whole lot of filth. I can handle that. Sure I can. No big deal… it’s not like I’m going to fall for them or anything, right? *** Sexy Italian Max has had the starring role in some hot dreams and wild nights for Lauren. Now she will be living with him, leaving her life in Seattle behind while she works for his company in Rome, Italy. There she meets gorgeous Englishman Steve, who is also rooming at Max’s villa. Soon crazy ideas start to form in Lauren’s mind about having both men in her bed. When Lauren’s fantasy becomes reality, the two sex gods take her to heights of filthy pleasure she never imagined possible. So what could possibly go wrong? *** Advisory: vivid erotica and scenes involving BDSM, MF, MFM, MMF. All consensual. Most definitely 18+ only.

    They intend to invite the lovely straight barmaid from the local gay/bi night club to join them in a protege a trois. Their equally committed gay friends, Philip Weston and Jake Welland have the same intentions.Melanie Drake has been secretly lusting over the seductive, teasing group of friends for six months. She's not delusional, however; she knows her infatuation with the two homosexual couples is completely one-sided and is content to keep her 'love affair' with the four hunks exactly where it belongs -- in her mind.One night of alcohol indulgence leads the four men to proposition Melanie into going home with one lucky couple. She can't choose one couple over the other, because in her fantasies Melanie has all four men in her bed, together.But that's just a fantasy, and fantasies aren't real.Or are they?Note:This title is a re-edited, revised version of the book previously released by a different publisher, and contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual situations, masturbation, menage (m/f/m, m/m/f/m/m).

    Cassandra's sheltered life is transformed when she gets employed as governess to the Baron's children in a grand house in Hampstead. He draws her into games where lust can feed on the erotic charge of submission. Games where only he knows the rules and where unusual pleasures can flourish.

    

    No more so than in the Administration, where the Investigation and Interrogation Division's Val Toreth faces professional and personal hazards every day. And when an attack on one of the most loyal and valued members of his investigative team makes the professional very personal indeed, Toreth finds himself entangled once more in the darker side of corporate life and crime. He'll need help, not just from his colleagues but from his "regular fuck" Keir Warrick, to make it out the other end safely.Even away from their offices, Toreth and Warrick find that their jobs create challenges and tensions that threaten their relationship, because finding a balance is all about knowing when to keep control and when to let it go.The fourth book in the Administration series contains the novellas Control and Coming from America and six other short stories, continuing the lives, loves, and occasionally intricate problems of dedicated and opportunistic para-investigator Val Toreth and up-and-coming corporate Keir Warrick in the near-future dystopia of the European Administration.

     Anna is in the middle of a mess. She’s being stalked by a manipulative guy who’s about to marry her sister and has everyone convinced Anna is jealous. Her luck changes when she meets tall, blond and gorgeous Jax. But after a scorching night of sex, Anna discovers something that makes her think he’s married. Jax is in the middle of a dilemma. He’s torn between the man he loves and a woman he’s just met. Tracking her down means risking what he already has—but he wants them both. Jax is desperate to find her, but will she understand what he has to tell her? Will is in the middle of heartache. He knows Jax loves him, though he’s never said it. He also knows Jax has found a woman. Torn between being a good friend and Jax’s lover, Will’s not sure their relationship will survive. The only way to find out is to locate Anna for Jax. But when Will finds her, he discovers the reason Jax has fallen so hard.

    When she comes down with blinding headaches, she reluctantly takes time away from work to go and see the doctor. Dr. Burnett is a gorgeous young blonde woman, and she comes to a decision very quickly. Stacy has stress headaches, and needs some rest and physical pleasure to distract her from the pain. Luckily, this is the good doctor's specialty, and she gives Stacy a treatment right there in the office!

    Sure, Erica’s father is handsome and charming, but Leah spends so much time at the Nolan’s—just Erica and her famous, photographer father now, since Erica’s mother died—that she’s practically part of the family.Both girls have led privileged, sheltered lives and are on the “good girl” track at St. Mary Magdalene’s Preparatory College, Leah pursuing her love of dance and Erica sating her endless curiosity as editor of the newspaper. Neither of them could have ever imagined that one fateful discovery will not only push the boundaries of their strict, repressive upbringing, but the bonds of their friendship as well.Leah certainly never could have imagined finding herself torn between her best friend and her best friend’s father. Sure, Leah’s mother had always talked about Mr. Nolan as “a catch,” but Leah herself had never thought of him as anything other than just Erica’s dad—until the girls discover something darkly erotic under Mr. Nolan’s bed, a deep, shameful secret that will not only lead them into temptation, but will deliver them into a far greater revelation than any of them could ever have imagined.If you read the original Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed, you will find this retelling a richer experience with deeper secrets to reveal—and don’t miss Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed: CONFESSIONS, the second installment in the three-part series!Word Count: 75,000

    Tyler Campbell is caught off guard by his sudden, intense attraction to fellow student Susanna Lombardi and is determined to make her his. But she says she can not have a boyfriend for reasons she will not reveal.Tyler becomes obsessed with learning the secrets of the women he's fallen in love with. Where does she go on her mysterious trips? What's the source of her seemingly endless supply of money? Why does her house have so many locked doors? Does she really have reasons for never being in a relationship, or is she just protecting herself?"Do you want me to come on you?" I breathed, barely able to speak.She answered with no hesitation. "I want whatever you want," she said as her breasts feverishly massaged my cock. It felt like a bomb about to explode.I knew we didn't have much time. I wanted to come all over her chest, but even more than that, I wanted to know what it was like to pound her round, gorgeous ass."Stop." I barely exhaled. She sat back on her heals, removing her breasts from my lap as I took a deep breath to calm down. "Do you have any condoms?" I asked.She scooted on her knees to a nearby end table and opened the drawer. "I'm pretty sure I have just one in here unless someone found it the other night." She rummaged through the drawer for about 30 seconds. I was glad it took a while. It gave me time to settle myself down a little before the next round.She finally found the condom and handed it to me. I tore the little yellow package open but decided not to put it on just yet. I laid the package on the arm of the couch and stood up."Your turn," I said as I reached down to help her stand up beside me. "First, I need you out of those clothes."She showed me that sexy smile I already loved so much. "Whatever you want," she moaned, then took my hand and rose to her feet. I pulled her pants and panties all the way down to the floor and helped her step out of them.Susie looked beautiful standing before me. I swear, I had never been attracted to her body type before. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I studied her, trying to burn her image into my memory. Susie's body was full and silky, and looked even better naked than I had imagined.I put my arms around her back as I leaned down to overtake her mouth with mine. I fiercely pressed my hard body to hers, reveling in the luxurious feel of her softness against me. Her breasts felt like pillows; her stomach cushioned my hard c**k. I wanted to take her away to a deserted island and devote myself to learning everything I could about her body for a few years.I felt her hands on my ass pulling me closer. She cupped my firm muscles as she moaned and breathed harder into my mouth. My d**k pressed harder into her stomach until I couldn't take it anymore."Sit on the couch," I whispered.Without a word, she sat down. I knelt down on the floor in front of her and gently placed a hand on each of her knees, spreading them apart. I was about to reach for the condom when I caught a glimpse of the soft folds between her thighs. I knew I needed to taste her. I put my hands under her knees to guide her legs even further apart. Then I stopped to gaze at her for a moment, admiring her naked body, trying again to burn another picture of her into my memory. She half smiled at me with a dreamy look in her eyes.I loved how those big tits complimented her pretty pink p***y, and the way her long blond hair framed her beautiful face as it fell around her shoulders, onto her chest. I was once again reminded of a scene from a trashy magazine featuring large-breasted women with their legs spread open. She was a guilty pleasure come to life.I bent my head down and gave her one good, long lick from the bottom of her p***y up to her cl**. She moaned and put her hands on the back of my head."Woman, you are so wet," I said, just before my mouth began its assault on her.I took my time with her at first, licking every inch of her, my tongue lingering to enjoy her taste. Every time I had done this with a woman in the past, the room was dark. But Susie had the lights on, confident and unashamed. It turned me on to be able to see her p***y while I was licking it.I sucked on her lips for a while before I moved up to her cl**. Her moans got louder as my tongue moved in fast circles around it."Damn it! I need you to f**k me, now!" she demanded. I could hear pain in her voice. I desperately wanted to f**k her, but not yet. I longed to get her off with my mouth before we went any further. I wanted to taste her and feel her wetness dripping all over me as I brought her to orgasm.

    Yet every week he finds himself losing money he can't afford at Maggie da Silva's bohemian gambling den, just so he'll have an excuse to see the beautiful, irrepressible hostess.Maggie thought she had her life sorted out. She has a best friend (with benefits), a successful business, and a truly spectacular wardrobe. But lately she's been...bored. Intrigued by serious, shy Simon, she finds a way to draw him into reluctantly betting on her favors at the faro table.A few glorious nights are all she expects. But when an old flame hires Simon to design a folly during a scandalous house party at his country estate, Simon asks Maggie to pose as his mistress so he can actually get some work done. Sure, she'd rather be his mistress, but she jumps at the chance for a well deserved, all-expenses-paid vacation. What could go wrong?Turns out, everything: Simon has unresolved issues with his ex, it's impossible to keep kosher, and worst of all, Maggie is in danger of losing her heart...