Dear Jackson,I'm leaving you this note because I know you're very busy and I don't want to waste the town sheriff's time. Lord knows I've already wasted enough of it.Thank you for taking me home last night and...everything else. I made you a basket of wild blueberry muffins for your trouble. That seemed like the appropriate baked good for getting naked in your living room.I wasn't myself last night. I didn't mean to kiss you or fondle your backside or ask all those intimate questions. Thank you for pretending to enjoy it.It was very noble of you to sleep on the couch while I was starfished on your bed. I couldn't help but notice it's quite large. The bed, that is. I swear, I didn't notice anything else when I let myself out this morning.As you know, Talbott's Cove is a ridiculously small town and there's no chance we can avoid each other. Not that I'd want to avoid you, of course, but I'm not sure I can look at you without thinking of the forty different ways I made a fool of myself.Instead of avoidance, let's try to be friends. We'll forget all about last night…if that's what you want.Please burn this note after you read it.— Annette p.s. I whipped up some cinnamon buns, too. Please enjoy them. I'm not sure why, but I couldn't get buns out of my mind today.CW: toxic family system, briefly portrayed on-page; references to ongoing stalking experienced by side characters; side character mentions of a parent with dementia; experiences in law enforcement

Damion West was the boy who stole my young heart and then broke it. That was a long time ago though and I’m not a girl susceptible to hot boys with big egos who just happen to kiss well anymore. Nor have I kept up with Damion West. Okay, I have. Everyone has. He's the heir to West Enterprises, and notoriously loud on social media.Everyone knows Damion West.Just not like I do.But that's another story better left untold.It’s hard sometimes to remember that I’m no slouch myself. Confidence isn't exactly my forte but I fake it well. I’ve worked with my parents’ real estate firm catering to the rich and famous for years and I'm now one of the top agents in the country. Blue Enterprises is the name of our firm, which is also my name. Blue. Alana Blue. And now I'm on TV, the star of Selling in New York.But every family has secrets. Damion's does and mine does as well.That's why I have the TV show I didn't really want.Nothing is real.Except him. Damion. He's real. So is my past with him. But it's the past.Then one day I get called to a meeting by the studio head, it's all very secretive.Because it's not the studio at all, or actually, it is. Because his family owns everything.That's right.The meeting is with him. It's with Damion West.And Lord help me, he's now sexier, and more arrogant than ever.Also it turns out that what Damion wants from me isn't as simple as a real estate contract.But it's a contract all right.

I crashed a wedding.Got caught by the best man.Ended up handcuffed to his bed.Sneaking into a Bratva wedding was the stupidest mistake of my life.But I couldn’t let my best friend marry a monster.I’m almost at the ceremony when a hand snaps out and closes around my arm.Attached to the hand is the epitome of the male species.Tall. Dark. Built like a wall. Eyes like a stormy sea.I gulp.The best man.Also... the most feared pakhan in the city.I fight. I wiggle. Throw everything I have at him to get out of his grasp.All it does is rip my dress and reveal my …khm... private areas.His eyes darken."Interesting strategy," is all he says.So, I keep fighting, but he’s not letting me go.Instead, he flings me over his shoulder, carries me to his bedroom, and handcuffs me to his bed."Christ. You keep handcuffs in your nightstand?" I ask."I have much worse," is his answer. "Do you think you can handle it?"I swallow hard. Tremble.And he pockets the key.Welcome to Rogov Bratva!Untamed Hunger is a Russian dark mafia romance, and it is the first book in the Rogov Bratva duo.For the best experience, read the books in order.Enjoy! xoxo

A high-heat, fresh start why-choose romance.Grumpy x Sunshine + Forced Proximity + Reverse Harem + Found Family + Protective Mountain MenI moved to Montana to escape my past, not to fall for three mountain men who happen to be identical triplets.The job offer was simple.Marketing assistant for an outdoor adventure company.A lakeside cabin.A chance to start over.What I didn’t plan for was Jack, Alex, and Rhett.My new bosses who live next door.Jack is commanding and protective, a man who never breaks his own rules. Until me.Alex doesn't say much, but he's always there, like he's decided I'm his responsibility.Rhett is playful and dangerous, making me laugh while making me want things I shouldn't.The rules were clear from day one: they don't do relationships. Ever.They have their reasons—good ones—and they're not changing for anyone.But the longer I stay, the harder it becomes to ignore the way they look at me. The way they show up when I need them. The way they're starting to break their own rules.And if I let this happen and fall for all three of them, I could lose everything I came here to find.***Triplets in a Small Town is a standalone spicy reverse harem romance with three protective mountain men, small-town charm, a sunshine heroine who talks to birds, and a guaranteed HEA.

What’s the saying…The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.How about three someones.I didn’t expect the hot stranger who helped me face my ex to end up being an NHL Player and be interested in me. I really didn’t expect his two teammates to also be interested in me.These men, they look at me like I’m everything they’ve ever dreamed of.Now I have all three men wanting my attention.And I want them all.Unfortunately, it might not be that simple. When it comes down to it, the hot nights, whispered words, and strong emotions might not be enough.I just hope that at the end of it all it will have been worth it."SPICY, INVENTIVE AND WITH CHARACTERS YOU ROOT FOR!"- LAUREN BLAKELY, #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR

When college student Madeline Swanson stumbled into the wrong job interview, I immediately wanted her…on her knees. My offer is simple–I’ll cover her tuition, living expenses and a generous shopping budget. In return, she signs a contract, making herself available at my request–on my arm or in my bed, fulfilling all my darkest desires.She says no now, but I’ll pursue her relentlessly until she signs the contract. Then, not only will I make her mine, I’ll own her…