Wanted: One night together, no strings attached. Hold me, make love to me, treat me like I’m the most important person in the world. No talking. No names. And don’t be surprised if I’m gone in the morning. After crushing on my best friend for years, I realize he’ll never want someone inexperienced like me. So I decide to get it over with, play the V-card once and for all with an anonymous hook-up. The terms are simple: no talking, no names. It isn’t as easy as it seems. Now I can’t get the handsome stranger who greeted me with soft kisses and gentle touches out of my mind. Those hands, those lips... But it was just a one-time thing, and I need to forget about him once and for all. At least I know I won’t ever see him again—until I board a flight and catch sight of a familiar profile in the cockpit just as the door closes.

Former SAS officer Alex Lombard faces a daily struggle as he works side-by-side with Beth Harrison, the woman who ignites his every desire. Bound by his strict "no dating employees" rule and haunted by a past that makes him feel unworthy, Alex fights his feelings, even when he discovers his captivating assistant is secretly writing a romantic novel in which a heroine who could be modelled on her is exploring the kind of alternative lifestyle in which Alex himself indulges. When an unexpected street crime brings them together in an intimate way, hidden secrets surface, shifting their dynamic from professional to personal. Just as they start to explore their feelings, a dark figure from Alex’s past resurfaces, threatening not only his business but everything he holds dear. Will they overcome the obstacles standing in their way together, or will Alex's demons tear them apart? NOTE: This work was previously published. It has been retitled, expanded and re-edited for this release.

One Kiss. One Promise. The Magic of Christmas. Omega Everett is ready to be a father. He has a decent job, a nice place to live, and so much love to give. With no delusions of finding the perfect alpha and living happily ever after, he decides to take matters into his own hand—or test tube, anyway—with the help of a fertility clinic. On the day he finally gets the amazing news he's going to be a father, the rest of his world collapses as his company shuts down. Everett’s life quickly turns around as he moves to a new city with an amazing new job just as the holiday season begins. Determined to maintain his family’s tradition of going out to eat on Christmas Eve, he heads to a place recommended by his phone, only to find himself arguing with the maître d over getting a table for one. Alpha Graham’s dating life had somehow been reduced to blind dates set up by his brother, of all people. When his Christmas Eve date cancels at the last minute, he decides to make the most of it, grabbing a drink at the bar of the up-and-coming restaurant—at least until he sees a hot omega being turned away. He can’t let the omega eat alone on Christmas Eve, so he steps in. Sparks fly between the two and the evening ends with a kiss under the mistletoe, sealing their promise to meet again in a year’s time, when both men might be in a better place to start something more than a hook-up. The magic of Christmas is sealed with a mistletoe kiss leads the men on a journey to find themselves and their happily ever after. The Mistletoe Promise is a super-Hallmarky-sweet with-knotty-heat non-shifter Mpreg Christmas Romance complete with a sweet baby, mistletoe, and a trip to see Santa.

Never chase a killer in heels. Freelance travel reporter Mikaela “Mike” Mitchell can see the headline now: Trollop Turned to Tar on Texas Trail. Dumped in the middle of the road, she’s run out of lifelines until a beast on a matte-black bike rides to her rescue. Ryder Ruiz loves his motorcycle, his adopted town, and his cat. Not long-legged brunettes abandoned in road snot. But before he can untangle his unexpected houseguest from his bedsheets, he’s caught up in two murder investigations. And sexy Mike is curiously connected. Without another suspect, Mike’s stuck in Daisy, TX until the mystery is solved. But connecting the clues is more difficult than walking in six-inch stilettos. Ryder’s committed to helping Daisy’s clueless sheriff solve the crimes while protecting their town and keeping Mike in his sights—and, preferably, his bed. Because there’s a murderer out there—and Mike could be the next target or even the killer. And if it’s not Mike, which of his beloved Daisy denizens has gone too far? 2021 Daphne du Maurier- Honorable mention

She works for him. He lives with me. I want them both... Alex I’ve got good reason to keep my mouth shut around my best friend Elliot, so when he hires the luscious Joelle Munroe to save his restaurant I can understand his hands-off frustration. But she doesn’t work for me… Elliot I need a culinary genius — Joelle needs a job. When she turns out to be sweet, smart, and sexy as hell, I can’t blame my best friend for wanting her too. But Joelle wasn't there the night Alex left his bedroom door open and after what we did together... Now they're both in my head. Joelle Eyes on the prize — get the job, get into school, get my career on track. I’ve got too much on the line to lose my head over my boss, or his roommate's seriously fine ass. And definitely not both at the same time. Sizzle is a full-length standalone bisexual menage romance including MF, MM, MFM, and MMF lovin’. No cheating, no cliffhangers — nothing but the naughty good stuff!

Four years ago, Rebel saved Ginger by claiming her as his, a desperate act to keep them both alive, then vanished. Now, Bike Week in Daytona Beach throws them back into each other's paths. He's a dangerous nomad, a ruthless killer, and her addiction. She, in turn, is his. Can they bury the past and find a future together, or is it already too late? Excerpt I grabbed Ginger by the hand and pulled her out of the room, down the hall and to the bathroom. Her resistance was futile, her fear unimportant. I knew what I had to do, and if she were smart, she'd realize it, too. If she wanted to live. I opened the bathroom door and yanked her inside, thankful that I found it empty. It was filthy, but better than nothing, and it had a shower that everyone used when they felt the need to be clean, which wasn't often. Ginger spun around when I shut the door, the look of a trapped animal in her pretty blues. I ignored her growing terror, steeling myself for what I had to do. Even behind closed doors I had to make it real, had to be convincing that I was an unfeeling bastard. I saw her swallow, could see her tits rising and falling rapidly as the fear of the unknown overwhelmed her. She was expecting the worst, preparing herself to do whatever she had to do to survive. "Take off your clothes." I kept my tone harsh, indifferent to her growing panic. She shook her head vigorously and stepped back, slamming hard against the cracked porcelain sink. A nervous cry escaped her, and her eyes were wild as she took in her surroundings and realized that there was no escape. Her gaze touched on the door behind me before meeting my eyes. "Please?" "Take off your f**king clothes," I said in an uncaring, demanding tone. "You're filthy, and not in a way that turns me on. Now undress." I removed my cut and the t-shirt beneath it. "In fact, I think I'll join you." Her eyes nearly popped out of her head at that. "If you're not undressed by the time I'm out of my clothes, you won't like the consequences." I kicked off my boots as my hands went to the front of my pants. As I’d expected she would, Ginger's small hands began to unbutton her blouse. Slowly she began to expose enticing, creamy skin to my wandering eyes. I undid my pants. She lowered her gaze to the floor and turned around before reluctantly removing the garment. I let her have her moment of modesty before I looked into the mirror in front of her. Christ. I took notice of her perfect tits and rosy tips. I lowered my zipper, the sound of it overloud in the tiny room. I could tell that she knew what I was doing by the stiffening of her backside, but she didn't let it stop her from removing her jeans. As I kicked mine away, hers hit the floor.