Three exotic dancers. A crowd of men ready to be entertained. On the pole, on his lap, or at his bachelor party, my job is the same: Put on a show that makes his blood run hot and his jeans feel a little (or a lot) tighter. He might be my dad's boss, or his best friend. My next-door neighbor, or my ...
More than 30 scorching tales of forbidden desire. Only 99¢ for a limited time! I’m as off-limits as it gets, but that won’t stop him. He wants to claim me, and even though he’s twice my age, I let him inside. I don’t care if it’s taboo. I need his hands on my skin and his lips on mine.
I may be a Prince, but I'm no Prince Charming. One doesn't expect to meet the Cinderella of his dreams in an elevator. I'm disheveled, hangover and in a bad mood when this Curvy Cinderella walks in. She's hot, curvy and feisty. Delicious! Five minutes later she has a ring on her finger and the entir...
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 old buddy’s gone and thrown me a curveball: the nymph with the ass that won’t quit? That’s his eighteen-year-old little girl. She’s running from something, but I’m not about to let anyone lay a finger on this green-eyed angel.
One hot stranger. One night of passion. One huge problem.
I must be the only woman in the world who can’t stand Brash Knight. The sexy British rocker with the body of a god and a voice made for sin. As far as I’m concerned, Brash is nothing more than my brother’s best friend. I’d stay as far away from him and his chiseled bad boy self if I could. B...
I must be the only woman in the world who can’t stand Brash Knight. The sexy British rocker with the body of a god and a voice made for sin. As far as I’m concerned, Brash is nothing more than my brother’s best friend. I’d stay as far away from him and his chiseled bad boy self if I could. B...
Can a tattoo artist keep his hands steady when the girl of his dreams walks in the door? I hadn’t realized there had been a Leah-shaped hole in my life. I needed her before I knew her. I wanted her before I even tasted her. Magic eyes that twinkle with mischief. Soft, milky curves. And a mind as s...