by Philip Eliot | Jul 31, 2025 | Historical Fiction |
A woman who’s lost everything. Her sister, who has everything. And the baby who means everything – to both of them.Ava has always been poor, so she doesn’t think the Great Depression will change anything. But when her mother dies and her coal miner husband loses his job, Ava’s certainty falters. The last thing she needs is a letter from her estranged sister, asking for the impossible.Claire has everything she could ever want, except the child she promised her husband. When her sister’s life falls apart, she reaches out to help – and finds the missing piece of her own marriage.With everything at stake, Ava must choose: give up one child to save the rest or keep her family together and risk losing everything?If you like strong, resourceful women, well-developed historical themes, and heartfelt family drama, then Coming Apart is your next rainy-day read.
by Philip Eliot | Jul 31, 2025 | Romantic Suspense |
Many consider Durango a grumpy, serious man. He has good reason to be. As a former Navy SEAL now working for Reed Hawthorne Security, he’s been responsible for everyone else’s safety for as long as he can remember. The last time he tried to do something for himself, it backfired splendidly, and the woman he wanted ended up in his best friend’s arms. Now years later, she’s in town and wants to see him.Choosing the wrong man was Willow’s biggest mistake. When she’s given the opportunity to relocate to New York City she jumps at the chance to get out from under her other poor life choices. The catch? Facing the man she should have chosen—the one who got away. The one she’s never forgotten.Durango’s assignment goes sideways as Willow takes on a dangerous man. Now both are being hunted. If they can survive, they might get a second chance at love.
by Philip Eliot | Jul 31, 2025 | Romantic Suspense |
One year ago I walked away from everything I knew and all the lies I’d been told.For the first time in my life I was free from the constraints put on me by power hungry men who twist faith and devotion into fear and control.All to feed their own egos.Now my sister’s ready to leave too, but the only one who can help me save her is a ghost from my past. One who’s haunted my thoughts more than I’d like to admit.Christian was my older brother’s best friend. He saved me countless times when I was a little girl, protecting me from the wrath of my unpredictable father when everyone else in the house turned a blind eye.Except Christian’s no longer the lanky teenage boy from my memories.He’s older. Darker. Deadlier.He’s changed in ways I’m only beginning to understand. Ways that make me desperate for his touch. Ways that make me worry he still sees me as that little girl instead of the grown woman I’ve become.But one thing hasn’t changed.Christian is still willing to do whatever it takes to keep me safe…and he’s more than ready to prove it.This book features:?Age-Gap (10 years)?Brother’s Best Friend (former)?Touch Her and Die (literally)?Dirty Talking Hero?No Cheating & No 3rd Act Breakup
by Philip Eliot | Jul 31, 2025 | Erotic Romance |
I didn’t know who the smoldering man in the expensive suit was that first night.Only that he was commanding.Intense.And exactly what I needed to forget my heartbreak.But there’s no forgetting him the next day when Jack Sullivan walks into my office.Philanthropic billionaire, brilliant businessman, my brand-new client…And off-limits in every possible way.We should have walked away.Instead, we made a new arrangement.Thirty nights. No promises.Just stolen moments in penthouses, in Paris hotel rooms, on Manhattan balconies.But the deeper we go, the harder it is to pretend this is just physical.Because when Jack starts to share the things he loves with me—the symphony, books, late nights exploring the city—he’s impossible to resist.And the more nights we spend tangled in pleasure, the more he owns my once-guarded heart.Soon, I start to believe in something more.But Jack doesn’t do love.His past still owns too much of him.And no matter how deep we fall, some risks feel too impossible to take.Unless I can convince him that what we have is worth breaking every rule.Tropes: Tortured hero, mistaken identity, starts with a bang, one night stand, billionaire hero, no strings romance, forbidden romance
by Philip Eliot | Jul 31, 2025 | Dark Romance |
“You want to bite someone, baby, bite me. I like it.”Rachel offers herself to Stone, the president of an outlaw motorcycle club, as collateral for her family’s debt, and becomes the target of a rival club. Wildman, president of the Red Devils, wants her, but so does Stone–and he’ll do whatever it takes to protect her from the evil bastard who calls himself her step-father.Excerpt – Other than a dozen or so motorcycles backed up at the front of the bar, all seemed quiet for an early Friday afternoon. Stone pulled in at an angle, backing into a spot close to the entrance. He cut the engine and held his hand back, to help me off, I assumed. Once I was standing I reached up to undo my helmet. He dismounted and swung my way, watching me. I tried not to let his silent scrutiny bother me, but that was hard to do when I was pretty sure that what I saw in his dark eyes was arousal. I finally got the strap undone and offered him the helmet, staring right back at him while ignoring the slow heat that was crawling up my neck and spreading to cheeks.He took the helmet, set it on his seat, and then opened the saddle bag for my bag. As he did this the three men who’d been traveling with us walked up. I wasn’t afraid to meet their eyes, dealt with assholes like them every day, and I wasn’t about to let them intimidate me. They simply smirked at me, and one of them reached for the door.“Pit Bull.” Mutt or Jeff, I couldn’t tell which, halted and turned back to us. Stone held my bag out to him. “Put this in my room.”Pit Bull’s smirk turned into a full-fledged grin, and he winked at me, taking the bag from Stone. The bastard! I knew what he was thinking. I waited until he’d disappeared inside before returning my gaze to Stone. Like Pit Bull’s, I knew that the sexy smile on his face was at my expense. He knew what was going through my mind, and I could tell that he was waiting for me to react.I slammed my hands on my hips. “Your room? And just where will you be sleeping?” I wanted to make it clear from the start that it wouldn’t be with me.He leaned against his bike and crossed his arms. “I barely have enough rooms for my men, so we’ll be sharing, sweetheart.”“Like hell we will! I’ll sleep on a couch somewhere.” There was no way that I was sharing a bed with him. Something told me that if I did, we wouldn’t be getting much sleep. I wasn’t stupid. When he’d kissed me back at Maddie’s it may have started in anger, but it had ended in full-blown passion, and there’d been no denying that he’d had a serious hard-on.I could tell that Stone didn’t like me arguing with him. Well, that was just too damned bad! He could lean against his big-ass Harley with his bulging arms crossed over his massive chest and that smoldering look in his eyes till it snowed. I may want him, because he was hot as hell, but he didn’t have to know that. I wasn’t here to provide that kind of service.Eyes the color of black coffee took a slow ride over my body, and I got the impression that Stone was sizing me up—not for a fight, but for something entirely different. It was sexual. I kept my hands on my hips in a silent challenge, even as my nipples peaked beneath his hard look. The traitors were actually tingling, and that sharp feeling of need zeroed right down to my sex, which was still buzzing from the bike ride there.Holy shit, I should have never glanced down at the front of his pants, because now I was on fire. “No way are we sharing a bed,” I repeated, in a tone that was clearly a little weaker than before.“Then you can share a room with one of my brothers, but you won’t be sleeping on any couch out in the open where any man can claim you.”“What kind of choice is that?”“The only one you’ll get here,” he snapped back.
