My aim in golf is as good as my taste in guys—crooked and always getting me into trouble. That’s why I’m dreading this golf tournament that my boss is dragging me to. But when I’m shuffling through the forest on the third hole, I find something more than just my lost ball. I find Eli Cline. And he is the definition of trouble. It doesn’t take long for this possessive hottie to become full-blown obsessed with me, but I’m not about to make it easy on him. I’m going to torture him all day. But at night, it’s going to be a different story. Because I just might let this hot rich ...

It was only supposed to be one night. A thousand dollars to pretend to be Nolan Cline’s girlfriend. How could I say no to that? I was probably the only virgin escort on the planet, but Mr. Cline didn’t have to know about my lack of experience for the job. All I had to do was hang onto his arm, smile, and look presentable to the rich CEO billionaire’s friends and coworkers. It was all great until I saw the possessive and territorial look in Nolan’s eyes when he first spotted me in my red dress… Then, I knew that there wouldn’t be any pretending between us. It started in the limo...

I watch him from the beach everyday. Bodhi Slater cuts through the giant Hawaiian waves like he was born to surf. He’s gorgeous. That shaggy hair. Those dark eyes. Mmmmmm…. And his shredded tattooed body is pure perfection. Every twist on his surfboard shows off a new ab muscle that I didn’t even know existed. I thought I was too large for him, but one look at me and this rich billionaire surfer becomes obsessed. Who knew that Bodhi Slater likes his girls with curves? He’s a possessive alpha who owns the island and gets whatever he wants. But what happens when all he wants is me? ...

What’s worse than being stranded on a desert island? Being stranded on a desert island with a freaking hitman! I’m a stewardess working on a private jet when in walks the Brambilla Family of mobsters. They’re my new passengers. But there’s someone else on the plane and he’s not here for the peanuts. When I’m serving the wrinkly old Mr. Salvatore Brambilla a double gin and tonic with an orange slice, this maniac assassin pops out and shoots up the place. The plane goes down and we go down with it. Now, I’m stranded on a desert island in the middle of the ocean with a psychotic ...

I’ve always been known as a cold calculating killer. Feared by everyone who crossed my path. With good reason. There’s been a lot of blood over the years and not a lot of love. But when I see her… everything changes. Her warm smile thaws my cold heart. Her soothing touch calms my rage. My killing days are over. At least, I think they are… Until my girl needs my protection from the cruel men in her past. I become more ruthless and bloodthirsty than ever. And all the killing… All the blood… This time, it’s all for her. The alpha males of Heartlands Motorcycle Club are the most ...

The town of Cherry Falls is a lot of things, but exciting is not one of them. Which makes my job as a reporter for the town paper really freaking hard. The front page of the last issue featured a story about a raccoon who looked like Samuel L. Jackson. Not exactly thrilling. But when I’m forced to cover the new albino calf on the Cherry Blossom Ranch… I find out the meaning of thrilling. And it’s not the baby cow. It’s the rough, wild-looking rancher, Butch Steele. Every hair on my body stands straight up when I see the possessive way he’s staring at me with those fierce dark eyes...

I’ve been awake for centuries, but I only came alive when I saw her. Her smell drifted through the castle and hit me so hard my legs nearly buckled. Blood. But not just regular old blood. Virgin blood. My fangs were on fire. They were burning with need. But it wasn’t just her virgin blood that I craved. It was her. Her helpless body with the deadly curves was tempting me like never before. Almost three centuries on this planet had not prepared me for this moment. Nothing could. How could you prepare yourself for the moment you lay eyes on perfection? How could decades of endless boredom...

I’m being sold off to the Bratva as part of a business deal… I’m a regular American girl, an artist trying to make a name for herself. But then Daddy tells me I’m a part of his business arrangement… I have to marry a cold, intense Bratva guy twice my age, whether I want to or not. Our marriage binds our families, giving both parties skin in the game. Nobody cares that my skin doesn’t want to be sold off to him. He says my innocence sparks an obsessive need in him. He wants me purely for himself, like an object he possesses. They say that time heals all wounds, even the most ...

I was fighting for a lot. Money. Power. Fame. But it was only when I met Hope did I truly have something to fight for. She was a ray of light into my dark world. Beaming innocence. Radiating love and joy. I’ve faced dozens of opponents in the cage but she was the first person to knock me off my feet. She needs me to fight for her. I’ll give everything for Hope. And with her by my side, I’ll be unstoppable. This OTT alpha cage fighter will have you sweaty, breathless, and then begging for more. An MMA romance book that is SAFE, with no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed. Enjoy!

I never meant to fall for my best friend’s father—the grumpy, gorgeous billionaire I should’ve run from. One broken-down car. One reckless night. And suddenly, I’m in Calder Thorne’s arms, breaking every rule without even knowing it. I thought he was just a brooding mechanic with rough hands and a wicked mouth—one drink, one kiss, one night we swore to forget. The real heartbreak comes later—when I realize he’s the father of the one person I can’t afford to lose. He’s older. Hardened by loss. Off-limits in every way. And when he touches me, it’s like he’s starving ...

BILLIONAIRE FOR SALE is a darkly comic romantic thriller about being held to ransom. By your family. By your marriage. By mysterious kidnappers who burst into your best friend’s villa and seize you at gunpoint. Tess realizes she’s made a mistake marrying billionaire Jeremy McCarthy, and questions her unfulfilling life with him. Just as she’s ready to leave her lavish life behind, masked gunmen crash into her world and kidnap her husband and three friends. Now, instead of walking away, Tess is pulled into a dangerous world of high-stakes negotiations and even higher personal stakes.

Carrie might be lost, but she's exactly where she needs to be—in the big tattooed arms of a hot possessive mountain man. This obsessive alpha knows how to treat a city girl right!

Holland Beck – yes, after the country, and no, the story isn’t a good one – hates flying. On the brink of boarding a flight from Heathrow to Los Angeles, she panics. She can’t do it. Travelling triggers all the trauma of her past, the childhood memories she’s done her very best to forget. But thanks to cool, calm and collected Xander, Holland somehow manages to board the plane. Twelve hours and six thousand miles later, they touch down in LA and aren’t quite able to say goodbye. They make arrangements to meet at the end of Santa Monica Pier in three days time.

It’s New Year’s Eve in Edinburgh’s biggest hospital, and Dr. Becca Armitage is struggling. After a devastating shift in the emergency room leaves her questioning everything, she signs herself off work and spirals into depression. Enter Dr. Andrew Maitland – charming, wealthy and, according to Becca, the Most Beautiful Man in the World. As they begin an unexpected romance, Becca finds herself lying to maintain the image of the put-together doctor Andrew thinks she is. But Andrew has secrets of his own.

Once upon a time, Maggie Cooper lived for adventure. Jumping out of planes was child’s play. Now she can’t even work up the nerve to ask out her coworker. For a bit of self-therapy, she begins to text her recently deceased mother’s phone - the only problem is that the number has been reassigned and for weeks she’s been unknowingly texting a stranger her deepest thoughts and feelings. There have also been some not-so-deep texts, like the ones about her appreciation for her coworker’s butt.