Smoky: I’m a player, and it’s getting old. I’m no longer even tempted by the women at my club. That is, until Harper walks in. Then, I’m thinking about making her my wife. Harper: I just need a job. I don’t need the drama of coming between a man and his girlfriend. I want to save my house and hopefully keep the lights on. However, once Smoky sets his sights on me, he makes my heart race and body tremble.

I’m a tattoo artist. I look at bodies every day. But there is something about Lexi that just does it for me. She’s perfect for me. Plump, primed, and innocent. Lexi just cancelled her wedding when she found out her fiancé is cheating on her, and he thinks she is too big. Obviously, this is my lucky day. I found heaven in the arms of Lexi, and I don’t plan on letting her go. As a matter of fact, I’m making it my own personal mission to make her bigger (with my baby in her belly). When her ex-fiancé shows up wanting her back, I protect what’s mine.

Adam saved me from a bad date...and now he wants more. But with all my hang-ups, I walk away because he is way too out of my league. But it turns out, he's not willing to let me go.

Saint: They call me Saint. But I'm not one. I've always lived life by my rules and my own moral code. What I did may have put me behind bars, but I don't regret it. At least not until I met her. She's the one. And my past is the one thing that may destroy our future. Cat: The MC found me. They gave me a job and I'm under their protection. But right when I start to feel safe again is when I find out there's nothing that can protect my heart. 

Luke Godfrey knows me only as Jade, the sweet stripper whose curves he is forbidden to touch. But when he is the surprise guest lecturer in my business class, he finally meets Abby Reynolds - the real me - even though I've done my best to avoid the gaze of this silver fox. Will this hot, high-flying CEO fall for the real me? Will he add "fall in love" to his to-do list? Can I get my startup off the ground without the help of a sugar daddy? And can I find true love - and lose my V-card - too?

Do you like an alpha who snarls in the streets and growls in the sheets? Damon is a dominant over-the-top grizzly bear shifter who will have you howling for more. This hot shifter book is SAFE, with no cheating, and a furry HEA guaranteed. Enjoy!

When Ashton moved to London, it broke my heart. I was only fourteen, but I was in love. I haven't seen him in four years. But now my father is getting married, and he's back.  My feelings haven't changed, but I have. I'm not a scrawny little girl anymore. I have thick hips and curves. And once my father's best friend sees them, well, let's just say he becomes more caveman than best man. He can't take his eyes off me during the ceremony. He can't keep his hands off me during dinner. And every chance he gets, he's pulling me into storage closets and kitchens and alleys to..."celebrate".

It was love at first growl. I was drawn to this small Montana town from across the country. But trouble was drawn to me as soon as I stepped into Blackcloud Point. Luckily, one of the rugged locals stepped up to protect me. When I saw Cameron Bowen, I just knew. Maybe, it was the territorial way he looked at me. Or, his possessive touch.

Liam Baxter is my new boss, and he's not so bad. I mean, he does require that I knock before I walk into his office. And he doesn't want me to bring my cat to work. Then he tells me if I don't follow his rules, there will be discipline. On top of that, others say he's cold and calculating. Hmm, maybe my boss is a little bit bad? But the more I work for him, the more things change. He shows me his true self in delicious glimpses. Perhaps underneath the stern, handsome boss, there's a man who needs love even more than he needs an assistant. 

I knew I was going to be sold by my father. A bride offered to forge an alliance or seal a deal. Even so, I still held onto the hope of living free of the families. But when I’m given to Antonio Tuscani, I realize my thin dreams of escaping this life were just that - dreams. Giving up, I accept my fate...until a fierce-eyed boss, Nick DaVinci, shows up on my wedding day to exact lethal vengeance.

It’s New Year’s Eve and I have just one resolution: Prove to my friends that I’m capable of going with the flow. That same evening, my spontaneity lands me in the bed of a hot guy I just met. He’s confident, smart, a total dreamboat…and he makes me feel more bliss that night than I ever have in my life. But that’s all this is ever going to be, just a one-time thing. My future is already figured out, and I’m sticking to the plan. 

Jud Lawson found me stranded in the rain. Broken down on the side of the road in a deserted neighborhood with my piece-of-crap car. I wasn’t looking for a hero, and definitely not one who looks like him. An obscenely hot mountain of a man who screams danger. But I have little choice other than climbing onto the back of his bike.

He was my dad's best friend - and my first crush. Falling for him was bad. Flirting with him and trying to get in his pants the night of my 21st birthday party was definitely worse. But can you blame me? I hadn't seen the guy in years and he comes back looking hotter than ever. Our fling shouldn't have even begun but now that it has, I don't want it to stop. I'm crazy for this guy - and he's obsessed with me. Too bad my father will kill him if he finds out. So we can't tell him. We just have to keep it secret. Right? That might have worked...until he got me pregnant.

Well, I was failing to write a sex scene. As an author of more than 50 smut books, I was struggling to do what I did best. So, for fun, I asked one of my best online friends for some help.

He’s the devil himself: Damon Copeland (he practically carries a pitchfork), fiery-hot, a torturously sexy body, and a killer smile (if he ever smiled). He’s also the top dog at my father’s company and my brother’s best friend. Oh, and someone I accidentally slept with. In my defense, that was before I knew who he was and before he hired me. Now, my one-night stand has turned into my boss. What’s worse, he’s Mr. Bosshole Superior: brutish, broody, and impatient. He’s also 6’4". And I’m pretty sure he hates me. But it’s not as if I planned any of this.