I’m ready to lie, cheat and steal to get the evidence I need to save my father. Evidence I believe Savannah O’Neill is hiding behind the crumbling walls of her mansion and her cold untouched beauty. So, I pretend to be the broke handyman she needs in order to get close to her.
Welcome to Romance Virginia and the world of Main Street Romance. What's a *flirt* you ask? Think of them like an episode of a TV show bringing you snippets of life in your favorite romance world. A weekend road trip through the Blue Ridge Mountains is just the escape Kelly Harrison needs. Add in he...
From Amazon #1 Best-Selling Author Regina Wade comes this long awaited bundle. The first nine installments of the Protecting Her Heart series features smokin' hot alpha males and the innocent, curvy heroines that tame their hearts.
Two Shots Down is blazing his way up the ranks as one of the top bull shifters in the Pro Bull Shifter Riding Circuit. He has a chip on his shoulder a mile wide, and everything to prove. With a dark reputation as a cowboy killer, he has wrecked every interview he’s done in his career. He’s the b...
I can’t borrow him. He’s not a sweater or a skirt. He’s not even her favorite dress—the lucky one she wears on first dates. The one she probably wore on her first date with him.
[US Sale] He's a criminal, a massive and terrifying alien criminal. Now that we're alone together, what is he going to do to me? I found myself face to face with a wanted criminal. He was huge (in every meaning of the word), red, and had massive horns. He terrified me, but I found myself drawn to hi...
Joanna’s writing retreat heats up when a sweet farm hand shows her the poetry of real passion. Joanna set off for the perfect country vacation – to pick vegetables in the mornings, and finish writing her poetry book in the afternoons. She finds even more inspiration when gorgeous hunk Dean can�...
My name is Jason Hart. As the best defensive lineman in the country, I eat, sleep and breathe football. And I like it that way. I’ve only got a few more years before I’ll have to retire, so expending energy on anything other than football seems like a waste of time.
To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five, I’m glad you’re happy to have moved into a new apartment, but no: I do not want to have a beer with you. I do not want to have a nude sleepover. I do not want to make you breakfast, lunch or dinner, no matter how many lap dances you promise to give me.
We never should have met. I was rich, he was poor. I was plain, he was beautiful. I ached for the spotlight, he made his music in the dark. Yet he looked at me in a way my rock star father and cruel, entitled classmates never did: like I mattered. I never saw it coming.