Meet Randi Burnett—she’s brilliant, she’s beautiful, and she works for the bride. Missing groom? Intoxicated in-laws? Crying ring-bearer? You name it, she wrangles it. Too bad her personal life isn’t thriving like her side gig as a bridesmaid for hire. Recently dumped, Randi throws herself into her biggest challenge yet when she’s hired as a maid of honor and pretend best friend for an ice queen bride. There’s just one problem—the best man is infuriating, overprotective, and anti-marriage.

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.

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.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

I'm addicted to my stalker. He watches me at night, sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder, getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction.

I like to ride. Motorcycles, horses, and women. I’m only loyal to my horse and my club. Until she shows up, all grown up and needing my help. She was too young the last time I saw her, always underfoot at the stables where I kept my horse. Now it’s years later, and she’s using her newfound curves to tempt me to cross a line. Lord help us both if I ever do. She’s too sweet and innocent for a guy like me, but it doesn’t matter. I can’t seem to stay away. For the first time in my life, I want something more than a one-night stand. I know I have to wait to claim her, but for how ...

My brother and I run the mob around here. I don’t mess with civilians. But when I see a beautiful girl in trouble I can’t stop myself from rescuing her. She’s out cold, at the mercy of guys that have bad intentions. I take her home with me, tuck her into bed and get on with my business. Easy, right? Until she wakes up and sees something she shouldn’t have. Something that could get her killed. Something I should kill her for. But I won’t. I can’t. Instead, I keep her locked up. My own personal plaything. A beautiful captive I can’t set free, or resist. I’ve spent my life ...

Catch up with the Devil’s Riders for some (mostly) wholesome Valentine’s Day fun! This is a brand new novella length story in the Devil’s Riders Universe. Enjoy! Xoxox, Joanna

I’ve been on the run for years. I never had a reason to take a stand. Not until I met her. She’s in trouble when I first meet her. A damsel in distress. I can’t stop myself from rescuing her, and I lose my heart in the process. I find out everything I can about the girl. She’s a survivor. A warrior. Raising five siblings on her own, kicking butt, and looking great doing so. I set a plan in motion to make her mine. But when she finds out the truth about who I am and where I came from, the house of cards I built falls to pieces. I’m going to have to come clean and clear my name once...

I own her. I want her. But I am trying to be honorable. Her father owes us money. A great deal of money. Normally, we would break his legs, or worse. But we’ve known the old man since we were children. So, I take her. She will work in my house. Serve me. But her big eyes pierce the stone around my heart. And her curves tempt me beyond all reason. I cannot touch her. But I am not a man who is used to holding himself back. So, I don’t. And when an enemy within our ranks takes her to provoke a reaction, they do not anticipate hell raining down upon them. I am known for being ruthless and ...

Dirty mind. Filthy mouth. Pure heart. I’m a man of the cloth. But in my case, the cloth is leather. I’m wild and free, but one look at her and I’m begging to be tied down. I belong to the Untouchables MC, but I provide spiritual guidance for clubs up and down the West Coast. Biker weddings, funerals, and everything in between. I get paid in cash, tequila, and favors. I’m living the good life until an old friend from my days at the seminary calls in a favor I can’t refuse. I trade in my morning tequila for coffee and office hours. I do my best to behave around her, but the ...

I didn’t ask to be in charge of an innocent girl. But when the curvy young college student is put under my watchful eye, I can’t help wanting more. I fight my desire as hard as I can. I'm rude. Crass. I make her hate me and everything that I am. Until the day I hate myself for pushing her away. Now, I've gotta undo what I've done--appeal to her tender heart to give me a second chance. Not just to get her in my bed. But to keep her in my life. Forever. Cruel Mercy is a stand alone novella in the Margarelli Brothers, Devil’s Riders, and Untouchables MC universe. As always, no cheating ...

Wherever I went, I heard it: the sound of a purring motorcycle behind me. They never bothered me or said a word. But I knew they were there because of him - Devlin McRae, the head of the local MC. Being followed all the time like this was disconcerting. And lately, the bikes had been getting closer, less secretive, more obvious. What would I do if Devlin ever caught me?

I’m being paid to track her. She’s the daughter of the head of the Aslanov crime family. Off limits. But I quickly become obsessed with the runaway beauty. Her father is the head of one of the biggest Russian crime syndicates in the world. Rich and ruthless. She’s the innocent girl raised in a convent who ran away when she saw the reality of her family’s business. She is alone in the world, without the skills or means to protect herself. From the first moment I see her, I want to save her. I want to be the one to protect her. I will go up against the entire Russian mafia to keep her...

I’m the head of the Hell Raisers MC. I have a code of honor, even if I keep it hidden. So when I see some of my guys roughing up a runaway, I step in. I just don’t expect to want her for myself. People think I’m crazy. They’re right. They just don’t know why. Nobody knows the truth about me, but she sees right through me with her big blue eyes. I’m reckless and wild. But when I see her, I want something different. For the first time in nearly a decade, I start thinking about what happens after. After I catch my brother’s killer. She doesn’t seem to care that I’m a ...

I’m meant to be alone. I haven’t so much as looked at a woman in years. But one minute alone with her and I’m a wild man. I’m a former marine who rules The Untouchables’ MC with an iron fist. I never lose control. But when I see Kelly at the wedding of one of our own, I can’t get my mind off her. I’m no good for a nice girl like her, but that’s not going to stop me from hunting her down. When her brother gets in the way, I don’t ease up. Not until a killer starts targeting my crew. Our women too. That’s when I make the hardest call I’ve ever made in my life. I leave ...

Phoenix is a sweet little gal with pouty lips and come-and-get-me hips. I’m not a guy who’d deny a lady a good time, but this beauty is off limits. Forbidden. A man can look, but as soon as he’d touch, he’d get pummeled by her overprotective cousins. But sometimes...breaking in a little filly is worth the risk. The Delancey Brothers are back and better than ever! With all new editions of Jake, Daniel, and Jackson's stories, as well as a longer prequel story for their sweet cousin Pheonyx Delancey. Enjoy!

This Christmas, I only had one goal: survive the office holiday party without embarrassing myself in front of my boss. But one mistletoe, a stolen kiss, and a night wrapped in his arms changed everything. Derrick Lawson is everything a boss shouldn’t be—devastatingly handsome, quietly intense, and the only man who’s made my heart race from across the room. I thought he’d never see me as more than just his employee, until he stops me at the door and asks me to stay. When his fingers linger on my arm and our eyes meet under the glow of twinkling Christmas lights, I know my holiday ...

I like my sex dirty. It takes a hell of a lot to tilt my moral compass, and I always follow when it's pointing at something I want. That goes double when it points straight at the one girl in all of Chicago who's not dying for a piece of me.

It started as a normal birthday celebration. Was there wine? Of course. Did I let loose with my best friends? Absolutely. Did I have one glass too many and follow a tattooed bad boy into a bar? Cue mortification. I don't do reckless, or wild nights of hot sex. Correction: I didn't used to. I also didn't plan to drunk-email my boss and quit my soul-sucking job, leaving me in a financial mess. But I'm churning those lemons into lemonade! I'm chasing my dream job at San Francisco's hottest restaurant. Guess who shows up as my competition? None other than my tattooed bad decision.