After helping Ireland win the World Cup, striker Ronan O’Leary spends the next year flirting with Nora Knightly, a stunning, ruthless reporter who interviewed him. Nora’s the epitome of off-limits, but when she moves to Ireland to cover his football club, Ronan lasts a total of three minutes before he throws caution to the wind and asks her out.

If you’re drunk, and enjoy butt stuff in more than an epilogue, I have just the book for you. This year's hottest MM ErotiCom is Merry in Spite. It’s a short AF novella, that starts as a RomCom, but turns into Erotica, then becomes a RomCom again. It will feel familiar, like a really bad made-for-TV movie, but with smut.

After her husband left her for his secretary, Isla needs a change of scenery. With her best friend inviting her to move to Las Vegas, and securing her a job as a librarian, there’s no time like the present to start fresh, beginning with her friend’s bachelorette party.

Hiding out from the paparazzi while her family does damage control, Fiona and her royal guard, Westley, are snowed in at her family’s holiday home. While she’s always been in love with Wes, she’s never admitted her affection for him, fearing she could lose the only person she trusts. In a twist of fate, Westley has been harboring the same forbidden feelings.

Mule Tide Cheer is a short story, including two side characters from the Top Shelf Romances Series. It can be listened to as a standalone, and while technically a romantic comedy, this MMF story has little to no plot, to appease the author's listeners who have been asking for a fun, spicy holiday story.

Anna is living her best life as the heroine from the Regency novel she’s reading. Trapped in the book, she risks destroying the story she adores if she falls for James, the prince with plans to become King. Unable to enjoy her alternate reality, she must keep her wits about her—things aren’t always as they seem. This audiobook also contains Act II, Undecided Heiress

I’ve read enough sexy romance books to know that when a knock comes at my door at three in the morning, with hot mafia men on the other side, things are about to get spicy. They say they’re here to take me as collateral for my missing husband’s debt, but when they find him dead, now I have to pay the debt. Maybe that means I'll be a mafia wife to the grumpy crime daddy, Tommy? Too bad he can't stand me.

He was everywhere, at every turn. I couldn’t avoid him, even if I tried. How could I, when he looked at me like I was his whole world? Until one day, he didn’t. Now, he wants another chance, but I don’t know if I can trust him with my heart a second time.

Jaclyn Taylor’s life is curated to absolute perfection. Despite having secret political ambitions of her own, the only way the Washington darling will have a seat at the table is on the arm of a Senator, Vice President, or if she plays her cards right, as the wife of the next President of the United States. Engaged to presidential hopeful Christopher Blake, everything is falling into place for Jaclyn. Until he doesn’t show up on their wedding day.

We all know the story… Time stops. They feel a zing course through their bodies. The air crackles between them. Their breaths hitch.

As a romance author, I’ve written my fair share of static electricity moments. But that’s fiction. No one actually finds their soulmate. Or so I thought. Meeting Julian was unexpected, wonderful, and… possibly fate? He makes me feel things I didn’t think happened outside the pages of my favorite books.

He has stolen me from my fiancé and claims I belong to him now. Piero Panarello was going to be my husband. Handsome. Charming. Rich. I’d started to fall for him until out of nowhere I’m stolen by his enemy. Cillian Hook. Equally handsome, but not so charming. He vows to take everything from Piero, starting with me. Cillian is ruthless and cold. He forces me down the aisle and takes me as his wife against my will. All I can do is hope Piero comes to save me. And yet, the longer I spend in this villain’s clutches, the more my grip on reality shifts.

A masterpiece of unruly auburn curls, fiery eyes, and a spirit that can set the world ablaze. She is also the unfortunate driver I have to exploit to make my escape. I've been many things in my life—convict, murderer, psychopath. But the one thing I've never been is attached. She is supposed to be a means to an end. A less conspicuous way to travel. But amidst the chaos, we find a twisted serenity in each other's arms, making me want to keep her forever... if we can survive this.

Kieran Murphy is an Irish mob boss and one of the most powerful men in Boston. When he walks me home, people step aside out of respect for him. He could have any woman he wants. So why does he have eyes only for me? Is it how he has to lift my chin with his fingers to keep my eyes level with his when he scolds me and how I cover my bottom instinctively when he tells me that I've earned a spanking? Or is it how I quiver at the thought of everything I'm too ashamed to beg him to do to me? Maybe it's all of those, but I'm pretty sure there's something else too.

What's worse than having Rider Kingston, the star quarterback, give you the big brushoff because he doesn't want to get serious? You'd probably think living across the street from him where you get a firsthand view of his hookups, right? That's what I thought. Until someone drops off a baby with a note pinned to her blanket that says one of those jocks - either Rider or one of his roommates - is the father. The problem? Baby mama doesn't mention which of these numbskulls is the sperm donor. I wouldn't care about their paternity problems - except my brother lives there too.

To the outside world, I'm known only as Z. The enforcer. A widower with nothing to lose. An ex-SEAL, sworn to keep one vow: Protect the D'Angelo's at all costs. I'm not a good man, and I never claimed to be. Protecting her was second nature. Nothing more. Claiming her was just a one-night escape. But she made one mistake....A cardinal sin. Slipping away on her terms. Not mine. No strings. No commitments. No names? No way. There's just one price for my protection. And it's her. Full steam ahead.

When he showed up with a gunshot wound and asked me to lie to the police, I knew I had a decision to make. I could risk my entire career to protect him, or I could do the right thing and turn him in. The choice should have been easy, but it wasn’t. Not when his brother was my friend. Lines were blurred, and suddenly the morals in my life were tipped upside down. We’d been taught to trust those in uniform, but what if the monster standing before me—swearing to keep me safe—wasn’t the bad guy at all?

There's nothing Jasper Maxwell likes better than a good chase. He is patient and cunning, and he is known as one of the coldest hunters in the immortal realm. As a vampire with a hint of demon blood in him, he stands out even amongst the finest trackers in the shifter world. So the fact that his mate has managed to escape him for the past five decades is something that keeps him intrigued and more obsessed with every passing year. The game is beyond delicious until a century-old enemy resurfaces, putting his sweet little mate in danger. At that point, he has no choice but to secure her.

I used to fantasize about meeting a masked madman who would love me endlessly and obsessively. He would look after me in a world where no one else did. He would manipulate all the strings that held up my life until I had exactly the one I wanted. And then one night, I met him. Only he wasn't the hero I always imagined he would be. When we left the forest together that night, I thought I'd escaped the villains relatively unscathed, but my true villain was the man whose arms I felt safest in.

I thought I was late for my cousin’s wedding, but the wedding turned out to be for me... If I’d known the sexy arrogant guy in the elevator was my future husband, I probably would have turned and ran. My own father sold me out, promising my hand in marriage to Alexei Koslov, a sexy, arrogant bratva boss. The last thing I want to do is get married, but nobody says no to the Koslov bratva.

I've always done what was expected of me. Layla Birch, the good girl. Forced to grow up too fast. To take care of everything myself. I had a plan. Only, I didn't count on him. Colton Wilder, the cowboy nearly twice my age. He's my dream man. One who takes care of me, gives me a job, and makes my pulse thud harder every time he comes near. My ex-boyfriend's father. The nights are long and cold on top of this mountain. As the snow grows thicker and the tension builds between us, we're both inching closer to a line we shouldn't cross.