Can anyone really go home again? Not when you’re the black sheep of the family.

So I’m far from home, in Vegas, because good things always happen there. At least for us bad boys, they do.

And who shows up to save my soul? My brother’s best friend. Pretty little Annabelle.

Hell, her name even reminds me of back home.

Unfortunately for me, her daddy warned her about guys like me.

I can’t help but wonder why this pretty, sweet, southern lady is in the seedy Sin City. 

Bachelorette party. Looks like she’s trying to let her hair down a little. Lucky for her, I can help with that.

This one is playing for keeps, and I find myself wanting to roll the dice.

Somehow, I think this woman is going to change my wicked ways and take me back to the ranch where I belong.

She’s got her work cut out for her.

Note: This is a standalone story. 

The Santas are striking, and it’s costing me my job.

Good thing I’m marketable, even to the wrong guy.

My best friend’s twin from high school is in need of someone with my talents to pull off the big opening at his ski resort in Vail. The handsome playboy with more one-night stands than the local motel happens to be my childhood sweetheart.

In his mind, I’m the one that got away. Right, buddy. If I recall it right, it was him that ran like his ass was on fire while I nursed a broken heart.

He’s looking for a Christmas miracle to make his billion-dollar investment shine like the top of a tree, and he’s staring right at me.

A job is a job though, and I’m determined to show up and show off on this one. But if he’s looking for love of any sort where I’m concerned, he’s off his rocker.

No amount of mistletoe and eggnog is going to sway my resolve to keep this office arrangement as nothing more than friends.

Unfortunately for me, this wicked hot, filthy rich lost love of mine has other plans. He’s gonna try and change my mind.

He’s the grumpy billionaire who lives by a million rules.

Never do relationships.

Yeah… that one’s kinda common. I don’t do relationships either. So we agree on one night only. A night of no strings attached pleasure. It won’t hurt to enjoy myself for once, right? How am I going to let go when one night leads to several.

And I find out I’m pregnant with his baby?

Note: This is a standalone story. 

A spunky actress facing ruin. A roguish heir who swore off love. A twist of fate entangles them in danger, high society and sparkling sizzle.

When fiercely independent actress Clarissa St. Claire is threatened with ruin by a viscount who simply won’t take ‘no’ for an answer, she needs to come up with a plan, and fast. Removing herself to distant Westfield Castle seems oh, so foolproof at the time. There her acting talents and a false identity work to her advantage as she handily scales the social hurtles that await her, only to have the viscount show up without warning to renew his advances and expose her deception.

Alex Westfield is a captain in the Royal Guards and heir to the Westfield baronetcy who doesn’t think it’s possible to balance military life with a love life, so he leaves love out of the equation. When he gets wind of Clarissa’s predicament, he gallantly proposes a daring scheme that, when set in motion, catapults her into high society.

So what’s a leading lady to do when she’s cast in the role of a lifetime? Why, get ready to improvise, of course.

It all started with a fishing hook in my nipple. And no, it wasn’t anything kinky. I’m just very bad at fishing.

Emily was my nurse. She unhooked me, then we hooked up. She was the best I’d ever had, but sometimes you have to throw back the perfect catch. Because she was going off to Alaska to become a doctor, and not even my billions of dollars could change her mind.

I didn’t know how badly I wanted her until she was gone, and then it was too late. I knew she’d forever be the one who got away.

But fast forward four years and nine months, and Emily came back. Apparently fate wasn’t done with the two of us—well, now it was the three of us.

I’d never thought of myself as dad material, but after spending one afternoon with my kid, I knew I needed to be a father to my son…except Emily still thought I was a playboy who wasn’t fit for the job.

I may have knocked up the nurse, but now it’s time to wife the hell out of the doctor.

“I’m not kind and I don’t care, I’m in this to win. I’ve just started gathering my ducks for a presidential campaign. This is our end goal, if you can help me get there, I promise there will be a nice tidy prize at the finish line. But you are going to sweat blood for me.”

Washington, we have a problem here. It is called Reid Prentice. The irresistibly handsome last-minute candidate who runs for presidency. He’s looking for a new assistant to support his campaign. I’m ready to notch up my political career. Sounds like a win-win situation, right? Yet Reid isn’t your ordinary prince from a fairytale. His arrogance is off the charts and he can be cold and demanding. At the same time, I’ve never felt more alive and excited to be around a man. Soon enough, he asks me to stay in his office. Seems like he wants to mentor me not only in politics, but also biology. A few weeks later, the two lines on my pregnancy test make my world turn upside down.

Is now a good time to let the potential future leader of our country know that I’m carrying his unexpected surprise?

Where hurt people go…

Ephraim was shattered when Maliah left him behind years ago. He’s consumed by the need to dominate her — and he’ll stop at nothing to claim her once again… 

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Every Christmas, Red Hart Ranch opens their doors, and Montana provides the perfect backdrop for good company and better food. But this year, the table won’t be as full.

Eve Beaumont is a twin heir to Red Hart Ranch. She loves the land, loves the people, and will do anything for them. Christmas sees most of the ranch hands return to their own homes to celebrate. Only a few long term cowboys remain with the family.

When Eve and her brother Trav go into town to collect supplies, they each bring home a drifter for Christmas. Rhys Archer and Simon Haldon are as different as two cowpokes can be. One rough edged who can work the land and animals with a firm hand; the other a smooth talker with a devilish charm. Eve finds both men attractive against her better judgement, but when tragedy hits the ranch, romance is the last thing on her mind.

Vandalisms happen around the ranch, and Eve isn’t sure who she can trust. She knows neither man is who he pretends to be — but when no one listens to her, she has to prove her suspicions on her own.

Ross

I’m a catch and every woman knows it. I have the deft fingers of a surgeon. And a loaded bank account to match. I can have any woman, in any room, at any time. I have them coming at me (and on me) in droves. When I see her across the room, red hair curling around her open, honest face, I know that I need her in my bed.

What I never expected is that she’d find her way into my heart.

Sharon

I don’t do flings. Or at least I thought I didn’t until Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome corners me at the first charity gala that I host for Hearts in Hands. I find myself saying yes and following him home. His eyes. His body. His hands. All light me on fire. He says it’ll only be one night. But, for better or worse, Dr. Ross Hardwick is about to get to know me particularly well.

How long is he here to stay?