Sara never had a normal life. And probably never will. She’s a talented singer and dreams to live her passion. But between her job as a bartender to pay the rent and her sister who’s an addict, Sara has another responsibility: Matt, her 5 year old nephew who’s desperately seeking his mother’s love and attention. Despite all these obstacles, Sara never gave up. She can’t and she won’t: that’s not her type. She’s a fighter. Even if her life is everything but perfect, there’s still a stubborn part of her that believes that everything will change. If at least she could find love… Ryan is a workaholic and that’s why his hedge fund is one of the most successful in the country. Time is money and money is everything. So when his best friend invites him to a high dollar bar to celebrate his engagement, Ryan reluctantly accepts. But the second his gaze meets Sara’s beautiful eyes, he knows that he’s been wrong all his life: money isn’t everything. The beauty behind the counter is. Note: this is the first book out of five in the series. Contains explicit language for a mature audience only. Read more

He’s a cold-hearted bastard who only wants women for one thing until a sexy, pint-sized package of trouble shows up. Hawk is a cold-hearted bastard who only wants women for one thing. Then trouble shows up, in the form of a curvaceous little redhead he can’t seem to resist. When a threat to his club involves her he has to make a decision, turn her loose or claim her for his own. ExcerptI quickly scooted out of the booth, realizing Hawk was right behind me. Before I could question him, he grabbed my arm and proceeded to jerk me in the direction leading to the back of the bar. I glanced around the bar wildly, but I didn’t see Dane’s men anywhere. “They left, but they’ll be back.” We entered a dark hallway and halfway down he stopped us at a door. I expected him to knock, but he lifted his leg and kicked the door in, causing the occupants in the room to scream out in fear. “Out!” he snarled. I barely had time to acknowledge the naked couple before they snatched up their strewn about clothes and rushed past us. As the man passed me I recognized him as one of Hawk’s men. We made eye contact long enough for him to wink at me. Once they cleared the threshold, Hawk pulled me inside and slammed the door behind him. “Take your clothes off.” “What?” “Take your clothes off.” I know my jaw dropped at his demand. When I realized that he meant it I began to back up, slowly shaking my head. “You’re crazy!” I whispered sharply. “Take your fuckin’ clothes off!” So far he hadn’t moved from his spot, yet I’d backed up until my back was against the wall. “Those men knew how to find you, which means there’s a bug on you somewhere.” I tried to decipher what he was saying, but my brain wouldn’t wrap around the words that he thought I had a bug on me. He took a menacing step toward me, and that was all I needed to do what he wanted. Strangely, I wasn’t afraid of Hawk, only of what having his hands on me would make me feel. I was attracted to him in a strange way that left me feeling confused. Maybe it was because I knew that he wasn’t attracted to me. I quickly removed my hoodie and handed it to him, kicking off my shoes at the same time. As Hawk began going over it, I unzipped and rolled down my jeans. I’d reached for the bottom of my t-shirt when a memory slammed into me. “Just a minute.” I waited for him to look at me. “There’s no way there can be a bug in these clothes because they aren’t mine. I took them from a dryer in the laundromat.” He hesitated for only a second. “I want everything.” Deciding not to argue with him, I removed my t-shirt and threw it at him. He caught it to his chest and I swear I saw the tiniest curve of his mouth showing amusement at my irritation. He examined my clothes thoroughly, finding nothing, as I’d expected. Then he turned those dark eyes on me, running his gaze up and down my body, missing nothing. “Everything,” he demanded. “Or did you borrow your underwear, too?” NO CLIFFHANGERS! STAND ALONE ROMANCE! Read more

A romantic weekend fling could destroy their friendship. Princeton-bound Jordan Callahan is sick of crushing on Rick—his straight best friend and former captain of the football team. He can’t wait for college, so he can find a man to drive away his pointless infatuation. Rick Ferguson can’t escape his strange obsession. For months, whenever he dates a woman, all he can think about is Jordan. Satisfying his curiosity is the only way to get his tall, muscular friend out of his system. Right? On a camping trip just weeks before the semester starts, Rick takes Jordan to a one-bedroom mountain cabin to explore their romantic feelings. But Rick doesn’t want forever, and Jordan is in love. Giving in to desire could jeopardize their friendship, and the ugliness of the world beyond their cabin could tear them apart. This steamy gay romance novella has a happy ending and no cliffhanger. Read more

Confusion. Lust. Fear. Passion. It started the moment she passed out in my arms. Seduction. Vile. Depraved. Desire. She couldn’t remember her past but looked to me like I was her future. My walls were built. My heart was cold. My emotions vacant. After being alone for five years with only my motorcycle club at my side, she was who I had been searching for. The one I had needed all along to light up the darkness surrounding my life. Just when I thought I had her, just when I thought I could finally allow myself that happiness I didn’t think I deserved. She was ripped from my hands… Read more

He can’t resist her. She can’t refuse him. Lies will rip them apart. As enforcer of the Desert Rebels Cole’s job is to protect his MC. As a favor to a friend they take in a young woman who they think is trying to escape a crazy ex. But she’s lying. When the truth comes out, so does trouble to the club. Cole wants Raven, but will their explosive attraction to one another be enough to overcome the deception, and give them both a chance at happiness? Excerpt Heart pounding, I panted breathlessly, “Cole! I’m-I’m not who you th-think I am!” I scraped his scalp with my nails, bowing sharply beneath his mouth. Oh, sweet Jesus, he was going to kill me with pleasure! Breathing hard, he pulled his mouth off my nipple and looked up at me with surprising clarity in his eyes, his dark expression stamped with raw arousal. “I know exactly who you are,” he grated hoarsely. “I’ve known since I pulled you beneath me.” What? I took a second to process what he’d said, or to at least try. I was so turned on that it felt as if I were on some life-altering drug, and I was, in a way–I was high on Cole. “We-We can’t do this,” I whispered, while at the same time asking myself why it was that we couldn’t. His grin was pure sex. “Looks like we are.” “But . . . you thought I was someone else,” I reminded him. “What about her?” He released a frustrated breath. “Can we talk about this later? I’m right in the middle of something.” I was not going to be a convenient fill-in for another woman, no matter how turned on I was. No matter how hot Cole was. “Listen, jerk, when a man makes love to me, I’d at least like to know that he knows it’s me he’s making love to.” His body vibrated with laughter against me. “I don’t make love, baby. I fuck.” I felt a surge of anger in response to his flippant attitude. “Well, then find someone else to fuck,” I hissed, trying to wiggle out from beneath him. Cole was a big man, and he was heavy. Bumping my hips to try to force him to move proved to be a dumb move, because all it managed to do was reveal how fucking huge and hard his cock was. Cole grunted in response and dropped his head back onto my breasts. I began to wiggle wildly, afraid of where this was going. Afraid of myself. “Get off!” “Jesus, wait a fucking minute, will you?” he growled as if he were in pain, pressing my body down to hold me still. I stilled. “I’ll give you ten seconds.” His mouth was against my breast, and the feel of his smile on my flesh caused a shiver to ripple through my body. *This MC romance contains explicit language, violence and sexual content not suitable for minors. Read more