Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Five Years Earlier: Henry Dunne knows three things: that agreeing to host this raucous house party was a terrible idea, that he absolutely cannot show up to his nursing shift tomorrow with a hangover, and that the beautiful redhead in the corner will be sleeping in his bed tonight.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Obituary writer Nadine Barbault doesn’t mind being called “Lady Death”. It suits the ice queen persona she’s cultivated to survive the fast-paced Toronto Herald. So when Nadine learns that famous (and reclusive) author Dot Voline has died, she doesn’t hesitate to run the obituary…only to discover that Dot is very much alive. Nadine’s screw-up has brought Wesley Chen of the rival Spear no end of joy—she’s been a thorn in his extremely ambitious side for years. But the renewed interest in Dot also surfaced chatter about a mysterious past scandal.

Asher Donovan is a living legend—the darling of the Premier League, the (arguably) greatest footballer in the world. But his reckless antics and recent team transfer have caused much controversy, and when his feud with his rival-turned-teammate costs them a championship, they’re forced to “bond” during off-season cross-training. Surviving the summer shouldn’t be hard…until Asher meets their new trainer. She’s beautiful, talented, and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t take his mind off her.

Las Vegas. October 1985. This is the story of how a King claimed his Queen… When I was a recent college grad, I had a dying hotel dropped in my lap. Between rolling up my sleeves and saving the family business, falling in love was the last thing on my mind. Until she walked in. Fiona Garland, Nevada’s girl next door. The daughter of Senator Richard Garland, my father’s life-long enemy. To say she was untouchable would be an understatement. Fiona, apparently, didn’t get that memo. Their feud is their feud, she said. I don’t see why we can’t be friends… But friends don’t look ...

5 Goals for a Perfect Freshman Year 1. Learn a new life skill. 2. Get a tattoo. 3. Pay off my car. 4. Enter the Art Fest. Win. 5. Fall in love with a stranger. Yes, I know #5 isn’t technically a goal, but I couldn’t think of anything else. Little did I know, I’d cross it off my vision board two weeks into my first semester at Chicago North University. He was the model in my art class. Full lips, piercing eyes, and a jawline carved from solid rock. Who wouldn’t fall head over heels the moment they laid eyes on his face? But strangers like that don’t fall for awkward art school ...

Two weeks on the road with my boss? Business as usual. Two weeks on the road with my newer, hotter boss that I had a one-night stand with four years ago? A disaster waiting to happen. It was a one-time thing with a man I knew from work. His name was Oliver Black. The rich and handsome manager of the Botsford Plaza Hotel in Las Vegas. Dark hair. Icy blue eyes. A cocky smirk with dimples deep enough to trip on. No one has to know, he said. And no one did know... except maybe the guests trying to sleep in the suite next door. I didn't know he'd eventually get promoted to my department. I ...

I knocked up my one-night stand. Well, it started as a one-night stand. Veronica left the morning after with a promise to come knocking on my hotel room again the next time she came through Las Vegas. Color me surprised when she actually followed through the year after that. And the year after that. Is the one-night-a-year stand a thing? Because we were it. Until last night when she showed up with a baby. Our baby. I don’t even know Veronica’s last name and now we have a child together. I took one look into my daughter’s eyes and she had me. I wanted all of it. The big house with the ...

Now a USA Today Bestseller! TOP 10 AMAZON BESTSELLER! #1 in Romantic Comedy #1 in Billionaire Romance I’ve been a lot of things. A brother. An athlete. A s-x god. A fake boyfriend? That’s a new one. I’ve never seen her before in my life. There I was, minding my own business at the hotel bar, when she walked up and asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend. She’d introduce me to her overbearing parents. I’d fawn over her for a few minutes, plant a goodbye kiss on her cheek, and walk away with an extra twenty dollars in my pocket. Seemed simple enough. But she had no idea the random ...

I used to think my sauce was the hottest thing in Boston. Then, I met her. One minute, I'm minding my own business in my food truck and the next, I'm the prime suspect in a murder investigation. Anna's the lead detective on the case. Bold and beautiful. A single mom. I would have done anything to end up in her cuffs before, but not like this. I'm innocent. Wrongfully accused and there's nothing I can do to prove it. Luckily, Anna believes me. She took one look in my gorgeous multi-colored eyes and she... Wait, have I what? Have I ever donated sperm? I mean, yeah, sure. Once. About five or ...

Robbie Wheeler. My muse. The classic bad boy with a leather jacket and a heart of gold. But I'm not making that mistake again. A girl can't keep banging her ex-husband. That would be naughty. I left him, but he never left me. He signed the papers with a smile and promised to win be back someday. I didn't believe he could change. Then, he showed up when I needed him the most. My muse has returned to claim my heart, but I can't help but wonder... Is this really our happily ever after? Or is it all just another lie? Pretty Ever After is a hot second chance romance with a bad boy hero, a snarky...

When I got the teaching assistant job at Chicago North University, I had to agree to two rules: 1. Follow the syllabus. 2. Don’t date the undergrads. Easy enough. I’m a science nerd with a Graduate thesis to write. My weekend plans don’t exactly include doing keg stands at the Alpha Delta Xi house. But when the fastest halfback in college football shows up in the front row of my chemistry class, the rules start to seem... a little more like guidelines to me. Hello, John Kirby. Farewell, my V-card. If anyone finds out about us, I could lose a lot more than my inhibitions. But John ...

The wild and hilarious twin-switching second book in the Princes of Chicago North series from Tabatha Kiss! Going out on a date with your twin brother’s on-again off-again girlfriend? That’s bad. But going out on a date with your twin brother’s on-again off-again girlfriend because he accidentally double-booked the night and asked you to go in his place and pretend to be him? That’s just being a good brother. But… then you keep dating your twin brother’s on-again off-again girlfriend because it turns out that you actually really like her and she really likes you, but she still ...

How could I forget Will Myers? Wrinkled shirts, ripped jeans, and a devil may care attitude. He was my teenage bad boy. My first real love. Until the day I left town and broke both of our hearts. Four years later, I've come home, prepared to start my life all over again. But my heart never strayed too far away from Will Myers. My bad boy is a man now. The local mechanic with a perfect smile and strong, trained hands. He took one look at me and made up his mind. He still loves me and he'll do whatever it takes to have me in his bed again. We've been down this road before. It left both of us ...