Giovanni is my savior… But he wants me for himself.I’ve grown used to men wanting me and taking what’s not theirs to take.
But he’s different.
He wants to keep me, make me part of his dark world, and I would gladly follow him into the darkness.
But his life is trapped in a cage, and his family holds the keys. If forced to choose, we could lose it all.The danger doesn’t scare me half as much as the thought of living without him.
Giovanni
I didn’t choose this life. It chose me.
Born into a powerful mob family, darkness and danger are all I’ve ever known.
But when I stumble upon Aria being held captive in the basement of a senator’s house, everything I’ve embraced and accepted about my life gets thrown out the window.
I’m drawn to her strength, to her lightness, to her beauty in my dark world.
But she deserves better than trading one cage for another.
Now I’m torn between protecting Aria… And keeping her for myself.
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Alone and Looking to Bone! Loudmouthed Mountain Man Seeks Fiery Woman to Grow Old With.
I might look like a tall, tattooed, bearded neanderthal…but like an onion, I have layers. Swipe right if you like a proud cat daddy who catches feelings after direct eye contact.
All I wanted was a casual plus-one to my brother’s destination wedding, but those idiots on my family tree hacked my dating profile and sabotaged my quest for the perfect weekend fling. Now I’m stuck on a tropical vacation with only my hand to keep me company.
Until I’m forced to share a room with the bane of my existence: my sister-in-law’s best friend.
Dakota has hated me for the past seven years. I wasn’t losing much sleep over her screaming rants because she was some other guy’s problem. Or she was, until she got divorced.
Being stuck in paradise with a woman who loathes your very existence doesn’t sound hot, but after an unexpected moment in our shared palapa, she starts screaming at me in a different way.
What happens in paradise stays in paradise. That is, until Dakota shows up on my mountain with a proposition: be her wingman to help her regain her pre-divorce confidence.
Suddenly, Dakota’s not just the person I love to fight with.
Dakota’s divorce has left her with insecurities even if she hides them beneath her sarcastic demeanor. Years early she and Calder found themselves at odds with each other and the intervening years have changed nothing. Now she finds herself having to share accommodations with him for her friend’s destination wedding and once they stop arguing they give in to the chemistry between them, but it doesn’t end when they return home.
Due to his past Wyatt has no interest in anything longer than one night with a woman. The relationship he has with his cat Milkshake is delightful and even though he and his brothers might not always agree they are always there for each other when it matters. The last thing he wants to do is spend time with Dakota or at least that was what he thought…
The interactions between Wyatt and Dakota were humorous and hot however there is still an emotional element to their story due to their pasts. The chemistry between them was great and the secondary characters added depth to the story. Erin Mallon brings out of the sass of Dakota’s personality while Teddy Hamilton portrays the swoony and surly sides of Wyatt.
Pipes Those blue eyes landed on me That’s the first time I knew I was toast Casey The woman I never dreamed could be mine We had one wild night Then it all fell apart She has a fiery side One that I love I can’t get enough of the way she makes me feel B ut even when the darkness lurks We find our way back to one another every time Like magnets who can’t be apart Souls who never gave up Even when my life is in danger I’ll never stop fighting For her For us I won’t back down Not this time
Casey We couldn’t fight it Even when I knew I could fall When I put my heart on the line I took a chance I gave in to how he makes me feel To loving him, like I love this club But in all the chaos We dropped our guard We didn’t see the storm brewing The cold wind sweeping it’s way in Until it was too late Now the real fight begins Because I can’t live my life without him I can’t He’s the reason I’ll hang on Even when all hope is lost Even if it costs me my last breath
The men of the NOLA Rebels MC will do anything for their club. They’re a brotherhood, a club who stands mighty, and above all else, they take care of business, New Orleans style.
The bikers may rule this city, but the women of the club have their hearts, and the men will do anything to protect what’s theirs.
It is part of a series, but can be read stand-alone with a HEA. This book is recommended for mature readers.
Now my annoyingly handsome rival is the only man I have eyes for.
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When rival realtors can’t agree on a deal and get set up on a dinner date by their in-cahoots assistants, what could possibly go wrong?
Tristan Lucas is the rich silver fox, playboy with a pretty face and eyes that shouldn’t be so alluring. Not for my arch enemy, anyway. He infuriates me like nobody else on the planet. Which is why I don’t plan on him coming to the rescue when I bump into my cheating ex-husband at our high-school reunion. Somehow, my lips find his and all of a sudden he’s playing along.
We hatch up a 30 second plan, between tequila shots and my panic high, to pretend we’re dating… and that isn’t the worst of it. Oh, no. It seems I just can’t stay away from Tristan Lucas and his bedroom eyes.
All we have to do is go back to our normal lives after our hot impromptu weekend, and all will be right in the world again.
Should be easy to do, right? Oh, how wrong I am…
Now my annoyingly handsome rival is the only man I have eyes for.
Disinherited as a teen, Devon Ashby returns home twelve years later as a ruthless CEO, brilliant at negotiating deals, but emotionally stunted. In an instant all he’s struggled to build implodes. Amid the turmoil of saving his company from a hostile takeover, his engagement to a business partner’s high-society daughter hits the rocks. Compounding his troubles, he encounters his high school sweetheart, whose heart he smashed. The vulnerability she awakens leaves him at greater risk than all the crises he faces.
Her Dream Job May Get Her Killed.
While restoring art in a billionaire’s private gallery, Hannah Moore is unwittingly drawn into the dysfunctional family’s confidences. When she discovers the rich developer behind her and her sick aunt’s eviction is the family’s black-sheep son—the lover she’s never gotten over—her desire turns to fury. Always one to avoid conflict, Hannah must stand up to Devon and the growing menace of someone who thinks she knows too much.
A Decades-Old Secret Turns Deadly.
When a family member is murdered, Devon and Hannah become ensnared in sibling greed, festering jealousy, and a tragic secret that’s divided the family. Amid their reigniting passion they race to expose the killer before they become the next victims in this cat-and-mouse game of survival.
“You have two options, Genesis. Marry into the Russian bratva or sign my contract.”
Julian Bellini. Italian mobster. Ruthless casino owner. My best friend’s brother.
When he finds out my parents secretly arranged for me to marry into the Russian bratva in exchange for their debt, he offers me an out. He’ll pay the debt if I sign his contract. But that contract comes at a cost. One that might ruin me.
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🖤Review🖤 After all the loss that Julian has endured he has closed himself off to everyone as his lifestyle puts anyone he cares about at risk. Or at least that was what he was doing until he finds out that Genesis, the woman who was the best friend of his sister, is being forced into a marriage for alliance reasons by her father and he isn’t about to let that happen.
Even though Genesis is estranged from Julian that hasn’t diminished the feelings she has always had for him so if it is a choice between giving him a baby or the marriage she was being forced into it was no choice at all.
Genesis is a character you can’t help but being drawn to as she hasn’t allowed her lifestyle to change her despite the challenges she has faced. She helps Julian become a better version of himself as he is dangerous and powerful but when it comes to Genesis it changes to protective and possessive and I enjoyed seeing them finally give in to their feelings for each other.
I take the coldest shower I can physically handle, but it does nothing to lessen the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I give up hope and get out, dry quickly, slip on my shorts, then mindlessly go back to the bedroom. Where Addie is. Facing a full-length mirror, her back to the door, she slowly, and I’m almost certain—deliberately—drags her shorts up and over her ass as if she’s putting on a show, just for me.
Jesus, take the wheel.
In fact, take the whole damn car.
I can’t breathe. I can’t form a single thought. I can, however, force my gaze to meet hers through the mirror.
She doesn’t speak.
Neither do I.
Did she do that on purpose, just to mess with me? No. I should’ve knocked. I don’t know why I didn’t. Clearly, my mind is gone. Completely lost.
Addie breaks the stare first, bending over to collect the pile of wet clothes by her feet. “Do you have a dryer?”
I come to, stepping forward and taking the clothes from her. I make quick work of dumping them in the dryer, and when I return, she’s at the dresser, picking up my headphone case, inspecting it, then placing it back down. “So,” she says.
“So,” I return, sitting on the edge of the bed.
With her back still turned, she asks, “What exactly were we doing in this dream of yours?”
Of course, she wants the details. If the roles were reversed, I’d want them, too. Luckily for her, I’ve been trying out this new Adelaide Baker routine lately—saying exactly what’s on my mind. I keep my eyes trained on her, watching for a response, when I tell her, “We weren’t doing anything. You were doing all the work.”
Her shoulders stiffen, just for a moment. “Hmm,” she says, finally facing me. “Was I clothed?”
Ignoring the heat rushing to my cheeks, I shake my head.
She eyes the ceiling, pondering. “Was I hot?”
“Addie,” I scoff. “You’re wearing my clothes—clothes way too big. I can barely make out your body—and you’re hot right now.” In fact, she’s never been hotter.
“That was a lot, huh?” Bryce says, his lip tugging up in empathy.
I shrug, then hold my shoulders up for an extra second before letting them drop. That felt good, too.
“It’s all a lot,” I confess.
He nods with a tight, soft grin. I hold his gaze for a few seconds, mentally debating
whether I really want to know what’s in his head. The tense grip this entire thing has on my chest is so strong that I decide I can’t have too many details, and maybe knowing more about the dirty underbelly of sports contract negotiations will arm me with the tools to help Wyatt come out of this unscathed.
“Be honest,” I say, lifting my chin a touch. My eyes dim on his. I doubt I need to say
more.
“This is really happening, Peyt.” His chest rises with a deep inhale, and it may have been
years since he was my boyfriend, and he may have been an adolescent idiot back then, but I still know his tells. There’s something he’s not saying.
“I don’t think we’d be here if there wasn’t something to this. But I’m not a fragile ego you have to dance around, Bryce. Neither is Wyatt. Tell me the truth—what are his chances? I know they drafted a quarterback. He’s young, and he was in the Heisman conversation. Is this all for show?”
I was old enough to understand some of the political games that were played during my
dad’s final years when he met with certain coaches. Sometimes a visit is more about putting pressure on the other guy. And young players often need to be put in their place. I need to know if that’s what this is. It won’t matter, because I believe Wyatt will come out on top even if that’s not how they envision him here. But I’d like to know how hard my husband is going to have to battle so I can fight along with him.
“Whiskey is an easier sell, Peyt. I won’t lie. He’s a league minimum, and he’s better than a lot of the offensive line guys coming in. His injury profile is slim to none, and he’s stayed in pretty good shape for a big man. He’s not a huge risk for them. But—” I quirk a brow.
“But,” I echo.
Bryce glances over his shoulder, as if making sure we’re alone. We are, but since the elevator doors open just then, he waits for us to step in before finishing his words.
“Wyatt’s the one they wanted to see. Whiskey would not be here getting the look if I wasn’t bringing Wyatt along with him. He’s got some legitimate fans calling the shots.” I hold Bryce’s gaze for a beat, the tightness easing a little in my chest. I also digest the
things he didn’t say just now. While Wyatt has some fans, he also has some haters. He’s going to have to prove himself, but that’s never been a problem for him. And six years away from a serious game or not, there’s still nobody better than him behind the ball.
My focus drifts, and my eyes zero in on the elevator numbers. The four lights up, and
before the elevator doors open to the executive suites, I turn to Bryce one last time.
“If you make this happen, you’re his guy for life. You know that, right?”
Bryce blinks, then offers a slight nod.
“I know, Peyt. I promise I’ll work my ass off for him.”
The ding of the elevator doesn’t faze me, my gaze fixed on Bryce’s face for every millisecond before the doors open and break this bubble of trust. And there is trust between us. I feel it. I see it in his eyes. He wants this for Wyatt, and I’m sure, selfishly, for himself. There’s nothing wrong with that. If he continues to have integrity, we’ll share this corner of our lives with him. He’s earned my benefit of the doubt. Now he needs to earn Wyatt’s.
BLURB:
Years ago, I accepted that football would always be a part of my life. I just didn’t know how.
When I met Wyatt Stone, I figured the game would weave its way into my young heart and become a part of my first real love. When I married him, I assumed my life would follow the same path as my mother’s—the wife of an NFL quarterback, with all the highs and lows that come along with it.
But when Wyatt didn’t get picked in the draft, everything changed. And Wyatt’s light, however hard he fought to keep it alive, dimmed. Football has a funny way of operating in this family, though. It lingers, like the haze that hovers over my family’s ranch fields in the Arizona desert horizon.
For my dad, the game stuck around through coaching, and Wyatt thought maybe that was enough for him too. But football had other plans. A second chance at glory. A renewed spark in his soul, calling him to give the dream one more shot. And as much as I want to keep him close, to start our family and walk a new path—one that football doesn’t get to dictate—I know that when it comes to this game, I’ve never really called the shots. I’ve merely gone along for the ride. I just hope that this time it doesn’t break my heart completely.
I smooth my hand over his shoulder and look up at him, pulling in a breath as I take in his sharp jaw, his full lips, and how close he is to me. He’d only have to move his head a little, and we’d be kissing. I fight the urge to burrow under the soft wool of his jacket, to feel more of him, to be even closer than we are.
I don’t know what it is, but something has shifted between us this morning. There’s an easiness, a knowing between us that wasn’t there before.
“You’re a fabulous dancer,” I say. Of all the talents I could imagine Ben having, ballroom dancing wasn’t one of them.
“You’ve got good rhythm,” he replies, looking away and over my shoulder as our movements get smaller and smaller. “And now you’ve reenacted one of your favorite scenes.”
“Day made. No—life made.” More and more, Ben’s featuring in my favorite parts of this trip. And it’s not just because of how much time we’re spending together.
A grin unfurls on his face, revealing his rarely seen dimple.
“How many people know you can dance?”
He narrows his eyes like he’s looking into my soul. “It’s my secret superpower.”
I laugh. “I bet there’s a small club of women who know the truth. It’s got to be the world’s easiest way to get someone into bed with you.” If I didn’t think Ben was the most attractive man I’d ever laid eyes on before today, I certainly do now.
He doesn’t say anything; we just dance in silence. The smell and feel of him is solid, familiar. Almost like he belongs to me. I could stay like this, in this weird filmlike reality, forever.
We’ve drifted apart a little and he pulls me closer. I lean my head on his chest, enjoying the warmth of his hand on my back. He seems in no hurry to go back to the house, and neither am I. I can’t think of anyplace better to be other than swaying in my fake fiancé’s arms. For a few minutes, maybe real life can ebb away, and I can pretend the fantasy is all there is.
Blurb:
Tuesday Reynolds’s dreamy life in Manhattan has gone belly-up. Ditched by her college sweetheart and with her Wall Street banking job at risk, she’s off to London to prove herself to a new CEO. Plans change when Tuesday meets Ben Kelley, a wealthy, scowly, and movie-star-handsome stranger. He’s just missing one thing to make his professional dreams come true.
What does Ben need? Oh, just a fake fiancée to impress a duke and duchess. What’s in it for Tuesday? Enough money to put a down payment on an apartment back in New York, a new wardrobe, and a weekend in the country at the stately home of the duke and duchess. The Bridgerton vibes are absolutely off the charts.
Everything between Ben and Tuesday is completely professional, until the rehearsals for their weekend romance start to feel…almost authentic.
It’s official. Tuesday’s life has been hijacked by a rom-com scriptwriter. But the best love stories aren’t the ones on the big screen. Maybe they’re the real ones that sneak up on you when you least expect it.
Years ago, I accepted that football would always be a part of my life. I just didn’t know how.
When I met Wyatt Stone, I figured the game would weave its way into my young heart and become a part of my first real love. When I married him, I assumed my life would follow the same path as my mother’s—the wife of an NFL quarterback, with all the highs and lows that come along with it.
But when Wyatt didn’t get picked in the draft, everything changed. And Wyatt’s light, however hard he fought to keep it alive, dimmed. Football has a funny way of operating in this family, though. It lingers, like the haze that hovers over my family’s ranch fields in the Arizona desert horizon.
For my dad, the game stuck around through coaching, and Wyatt thought maybe that was enough for him too. But football had other plans. A second chance at glory. A renewed spark in his soul, calling him to give the dream one more shot. And as much as I want to keep him close, to start our family and walk a new path—one that football doesn’t get to dictate—I know that when it comes to this game, I’ve never really called the shots. I’ve merely gone along for the ride. I just hope that this time it doesn’t break my heart completely.
The name I should have wiped from my mind nearly two years ago.
Her brother, and my assistant captain, has repeatedly warned she’s off-limits to a guy like me—a playboy bound to bed her one night and break her heart the next morning—an opinion shared by her stepdad, who also happens to be my coach. I can see why they don’t want their goalie anywhere near her. My reputation with women isn’t exactly unblemished.
Except, they shouldn’t judge what they don’t understand, and neither should my girl. Okay, she’s not technically my girl yet, but that’s just semantics, as are the things I’ll do to make her mine.
Each time she’s visited from the UK, I’ve warred with the respect I have for my friendship with her brother versus pursuing a growing obsession for the honey-haired bombshell with blue eyes as big as the Ocean that separates us.
That is, until everything changes and there’s nothing keeping me at a safe distance. She’s living in Brooklyn and looking for fun with guys, and I can no longer observe from the sidelines. Any chance—no matter how small—she gives me, I’m going to take it and say to hell with the consequences.
Only, the opportunity I get isn’t small, and neither are the stakes that go with it.
My name is Lou, but I’ve been known by many names over the years. The junkie’s daughter. The teen bride. The Internet knows me as Scarlet, but in real life, I’m just Lou.
Scarlet is desired. She knows how to flirt, how to seduce, how to win. But Lou… well, I guess I’m still trying to figure that out. After a wake up call with a client that made me realize I was not leading my best life, I decided to make some changes. Stop living online. See the world beyond Fairbanks. Explore.
Except my ex-client isn’t taking ‘no’ for an answer, and there are three new guys in town for the winter who insist on coming to my rescue. And all of them are keeping secrets.
Secrets that might explain what bright eyes they have. And what sharp teeth they have. And what big packages they have…
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