Tess escapes from Florida with a secret as big as Miami. She needs to find someplace to lay low and hide from her overbearing family. Mackinac Island, Michigan, should be the perfect place to hide out. However, her timing is a little off, it’s the dead of winter and she’s never been in temperatures below fifty degrees. Just her luck, her landlord, Lukas, is as hot as the sun. He’s also moody and hiding secrets as well. Which suits Tess fine. A man is the last complication she needs. A Michigan blizzard leaves them trapped in the same house together and things heat up, fast. Tess finds herself falling for Lukas, in spite of the secrets that could ruin everything before it even begins.
Billionaires don’t like nice girls — they love them.
Under cover of darkness, a mysterious hero silently prowls the streets of Zeke’s Bend. Labeled Captain Nice Guy by the small-town press, he selflessly performs kind deeds for those in need. No one knows the identity of the man behind the mask.
During a visit to his aunt’s home, tech tycoon Kent Holmes has an embarrassing midnight run-in with the local superhero. Kent longs to unmask the pesky guy who left him tied to a laundry pole, but gets distracted when he meets sexy hairdresser Phae Jones. She’s beautiful, feisty and strong, his perfect woman, and nothing will stop him from winning her.
Phae knows she’s not perfect. She has the secrets to prove it, but she won’t reveal them to anyone, especially not Kent. He’s the hottest man she’s ever met, a witty and passionate billionaire whose kisses curl her toes and make her heart pound. He has too many expectations. She has too many secrets. Something has to give and it starts with a simple question only Kent thinks to ask—
What if Captain Nice Guy is actually Captain Nice Girl?
Now you see him.
Now you don’t.
After Dallas finance manager, Atalanta Ravin, was left standing at the altar in a publicly humiliating jilting, she quit her job, sold her house, gave away her furniture, and set off in search of a new and completely different life living on a boat in Boston Harbor. When she accidentally sailed into another dimension, she got the adventure she’d secretly longed for. But not in a thousand dreams could she ever have imagined that her fantasy lover might turn out to be a prince of demons named Brave. And there’s nothing he won’t do to win her love.
A brutal alien pirate steals her ship. And her heart.
When Minna makes a huge breakthrough in her research, her boss orders her to travel from Mars to Venus, but ruthless alien pirate–Captain Kronos of the Time’s End–attacks Minna’s ship. The bodyguards she hired don’t have the balls to fight a pirate ship full of brutal aliens, so they dump Minna into the cold of space to save themselves.
Kronos claims Minna for himself. He never thought he’d find a mate, let alone a human one, but one look at Minna and he knows that he’s just stolen the greatest treasure of his pirate career. Minna finds him…frustrating? No, infuriating. He won’t let her go, not unless she works for him first and pays off her debt–as his cook. But she can’t help but keep her eyes off his bulging muscles and his mischievous, roguish grin.
As soon as she’s scrubbed enough dishes to pay her way off his ship, she’s leaving. Or will Kronos steal her heart and convince her to stay? As something much more than his cook.
I’m a spirited, athletic community college student from New Jersey, traveling to attend my mother’s Hawaiian wedding to a wealthy land developer. If I meet a charming man who stirs my interest while I’m on the beach or in the pool, I might just take a chance… You know the rest… when I hook-up with a gorgeous bronze surf instructor any caution remaining in me drops straight to the bottom of the sea…
I’m an eager audience for his sweet words. I’m convinced he adores my show-stopping red hair and unsinkable style. His lagoon blue eyes bedazzle me so completely that the word regret loses all meaning… Until later that same night when I discover his father is the man marrying my mother… And that he’s escorting a tall gorgeous blonde in a strapless sheath dress to the rehearsal dinner… And that he still has enough brass in his balls to hit on me at the wedding reception…!
When I feel his molten arms around my waist, my blood heats up so quickly that I vent steam whiter than his dinner jacket into the blue night… Just who does my new stepbrother Adam Seabrook think he is?
Revenge never tasted so sweet… The DeLaCoeur family destroyed mine, and ever since I was a little girl, I vowed I would have my revenge.
Now the time has come, and I’ve waited my whole life for this. The heir to the family fortune is first on my list. Jackson. It should be easy—he’s just a billionaire playboy that’s used to women falling at his knees. I’ll play along, I’ll seduce him, and I’ll humiliate him. But the second his warm lips burn into my neck, I fear that I might wind up sleeping with the enemy…
She pulled my c*ck out in front of the paparazzi… now it’s war. Katrina Grammercy is after me for a crime I didn’t commit. She wants to ruin my reputation—make me pay for my father’s sins. But she doesn’t know who she’s f**king with. In this game, I make the rules. She’ll be just like the rest—one taste of me, and she’s done.
She wants revenge? I’ll give her revenge, by owning her sweet, tight little ass.
I’m Caith Morningstar: bar owner, leather wearer, shoe worshipper, werewolf, Orlando’s resident ass kicker and… Satan’s niece.
In the tween—between On High and Hell—I’ve got three rules: order, secrecy, and if you can’t manage that at least have some discretion. Wait, make that four: no one screws with me or my stuff. Orlando—land of that famous mouse—is my home and people are either gonna get in line or get out.
Except someone didn’t get that memo. Now, I’m gonna bust out my bat and smash some heads. I’ve got zombies demolishing my home, vamps chasing me, and on top of the normal violence in my life, I’m quickly falling for an angel. I can handle the blood, gore, and frustration, but can I deal with the pain of loving—possibly losing—the angel Samkiel? Probably not, but I’m gonna try anyway.
Warning: Sometimes love gets buried in the flames of hell with a few dead bodies piled on top and it takes a while to dig it back out. When it comes to Caith and Sam… they definitely need more than one book to get the job done.
Drew certainly had not planned to fall in love that morning. He had not planned to make a new friend. He had not even wanted to talk to anyone.
He had resisted all of Amy’s attempts to draw him out− at the hotel, at the airport, on the airplane− giving hurried responses and burying his face in a pile of papers. But when the flight attendant offered coffee, and a muscle in Amy’s back twitched as she reached for it, and the cup tipped, and the hot liquid puddled in Drew’s lap, then they began to talk!
Earlier in the year, each had lost a spouse of over thirty years. Drew’s wife had died of a brain tumor, Amy’s husband when his small airplane nose-dived to earth, the engine at full throttle − an accident, it was ruled, although she’d charged him with adultery earlier the same day. They live in the same city. Both have grandchildren. They are about the same age. Consciously, or not, they both are looking to love again.
Keira’s last single friend just got married, leaving her roommate-less. When Rory shows up at her door for an interview, she’s more than a little surprised to find out that a guy has answered her ad. Living with a man wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. But when all the other applicants don’t seem to be a good fit, she can’t help but let her mind wander back to Rory. Maybe he’s exactly the kind of roommate she needs.
Rory doesn’t do relationships. He’s been burned before. He hasn’t had anything more than a one night stand in a long time. And he’s good at what he does. He’s charming, confident, and completely off limits.
Keira can’t get her mind off of him. Will she be able to learn how to play a player? Or will she be the one that ends up getting played?
The British are coming… and so am I.
All I care about is graduating college and getting a job as a journalist. When I have to interview the college’s latest hotshot footballer, I find him half-naked, dripping in sweat, and oozing British charm. I can spot trouble from a mile away, and Charles Lewington might as well have ‘trouble’ tattooed on his huge, muscular, British chest.
Did I mention he’s British? Charles is making the switch from rugby to football, and he’s expected to get the college team to the top of the rankings. Not that he seems to care. Charles is more intent on getting into my underwear than winning games on the field or getting good grades. I try to ignore him. I don’t do footballers; not any more. Not after the last one.
Then I’m assigned to be Charles’ personal tutor. Resisting that British charm just got a whole lot harder. I have my secrets and Charles has a few of his own. Big ones. I should run and never look back, but I know he’s not like the others. He’s not like my ex. I can trust him… I think.