Get in line, sweetheart. I’m Reagan Sells and I’m loaded in more ways than one.

I built my real estate empire from nothing but blood, sweat, tears and Scotch.

Now I’m too big to fall and from what most women tell me, almost too big to handle.

Cloverville is my next target. It’s the perfect setting for my new development project.

If I were the settling down type, it’d be a good place to raise a family.

Too bad that’s not my style.

Not even the sassy, curvy farmer girl can lasso me down, although I wouldn’t mind a roll in the hay.

She’s raising hell about my new buildings going up near her land, and that sexy attitude’s got my pants rising too.

I’m sure she and I can come to an agreement. I always succeed at scoring deals.

But first I need to make her put away that shotgun she’s aiming right at me.

Note: This is a standalone story.

For a long time, I thought of that kiss, the kiss that unraveled everything, the kiss that changed the course of history, as a split second decision. But there was nothing split second about an obsession.

And while she might have been impetuous and wild, there sure as hell wasn’t anything split second about Rebecca…the girl I called Rebel.

Just when life can’t get any worse…it does.

My sisters and I somehow managed to escape the clutches of sex slavers, only to run straight into the arms of monsters. At least, we’d always thought the terrifying wolf shifters inhabiting Thracos were monsters…until they took us in and saved our lives.

Our own people exiled us because of our curves. Wargs love us for them. When the leader of the Valley tribe starts looking at me like I’m the missing piece to his puzzle, I’m not sure what to do. To join their tribe, we must become Wargs ourselves, giving up everything we’ve ever known.

When a nighttime raid by the enemy puts my sisters in danger, I need to make a choice. Do I choose the man I love or the only family I’ve ever known.

Note: This is a standalone story.

One kiss…so hot it scalded me.

One year later…a second chance to give her the one thing she’s never had.

I’ve known Daisy for years.

She’s all curves, but I’m not supposed to notice. Because we’re just friends.

I want her anyway.

She wants two things—commitment and that elusive O.

I can only give her one, so I make a deal. One month and more O’s than she can count.

Relationships are messy, and I don’t do messy. I’ve never had a problem keeping my distance.

But the clock is ticking. This was supposed to be easy.

I didn’t count on wanting more.